After saying that, Shaq stood up and took Channy's hand: "Honey, it's late, ?. r?a?n?? ｅ ｎ `ｏ?ｒｇ”

Shaq had an ambiguous smile on his face, and everyone knew what he was paying attention to. Channie's lower abdomen was a little hot by Four's smile, and she stood up and stroked Four's strong chest.

But just then, the door of their bedroom was slammed open, and a tiger-headed little creature stumbled in. It was their son, Sharif, little over 1 year old, who staggered in in a big pajamas.

Seeing this, Channy didn't have the heart to save with Shaq, so he hurriedly walked over and picked up his son and asked, "Little guy, what's wrong with you?"

Sharif rubbed his eyes and said, "I want to sleep with you, Mom!"

Shaq felt his head grow big when he heard this, and finally wanted to relax tonight, but who knew that his son would actually come to make trouble: "Hey, little one! You should sleep on your own like Meyers." (Meyers was born to Channie and her ex-husband)

"No!" Sherif shouted and leaned on Channy's shoulder, looking as if he had fallen asleep.

Shaq shrugged helplessly and took Sharif from Channy's arms: "Little villain." Did you send that bad guy from Kobe? Tell me, didn't you?" he said as he put Sharif on the bed and covered the child with the quilt.

Channy stood by and watched Shaq do everything carefully, and her heart was full of happiness.

Shaq is sometimes very childish and not a good husband, but he is definitely a kind person.

"Big guy, don't worry, everything will be fine!"

Shaq glanced back at Channy and said with a smile, "Of course! I'm sure that little snake doesn't dare to do anything to me now!"

The relationship between Kobe and Shaq, the two good brothers, is like twins, after a short reunion, they will definitely drift apart, and eventually break out into a huge conflict! This is like fate, no one can change it, they are also the pride of the sky, and no one will be willing to shelter under the wings of the other party. At this time, the contradiction between them actually existed long before Lamar left the Lakers.

"Boy, it's time for you to taste the failure!"

There's a guy in New Jersey at night who is also looking forward to the upcoming Eastern Conference Finals.

It's late, and the Knicks' regular training sessions are long over. But the practice hall was still brightly lit, and on one side of the court, Lamar was silently doing three-point practice, and behind him stood Knicks head coach Jeff Van Gundy.

"Huh!"

"Bang!"

"Huh!"

"Huh!"

"Bang!"

"Huh!"

The sound of a basketball sliding across the net is heard from time to time, which indicates that Lamar is in great shape at the moment.

Originally, with Lamar's current physical condition, he should have gone home early to rest. Jeff Van Gundy also approved that he should not participate in the team's daily training sessions.

The Knicks' current Lamar's health is the only guarantee for the Knicks, but Lamar still participates in the team's joint practice on time, and has to practice 100 three-pointers after every day after practice.

It's not that Lamar is high-spirited, in fact, this kind of noble quality unique to socialism has no soil for survival in the money-first society of the United States, and Lamar is not so noble!

Lamar just doesn't want his body to cool down, he wants to keep his body in top shape at all times.

"Lamar, it's okay!" Jeff Van Gundy stayed with Lamar and helped him count silently.

Now every time Lamar jumps up to shoot, the basketball doesn't seem to pass through the net but his heart, and Van Gundy is afraid that Lamar will suddenly fall on it after jumping and never get up again.

"Huh!"

After Lamar threw the basketball in his hand for the last time, he gasped for breath with his hands on his knees, and it took a long time to look back at Jeff Van Gundy: "It looks like tomorrow's game has a lot of hope, right?"

Jeff Van Gundy smiled happily, nodded and said, "That's right!"

Lamar looked out at the night sky through the window and said to himself, "It's another fierce battle!"

The Knicks' buses drive through the streets of New Jersey, surrounded by fanatical basketball fans holding signs of all colors.

To welcome the Knicks, all of New Jersey went into action.

Lamar and Kenyon Martin's feud is well known in the league.

When Lamar led his Knicks to New Jersey this season, it was because of Kenyon Martin that some extreme fans did a lot of irrational things. But thanks to Jason Kidd's intervention, the fans didn't go too far.

This time it was clear as ever, since knowing that the Eastern Conference Finals opponent was Lamar's New York Knicks, New Jersey fans were once again in action, and more than ever, after all, this is a do-or-die playoff game.

"Hey, bastard from New York, you're not welcome in this city! Go back to New York and die in the money pile!"

"You scoundrels, if you don't want to spend time in prison, hurry back to New York, that's where you can be!"

"Lamar, if you're injured, take care of your injuries and be careful of dying on the pitch. ”

"These bastards!" Lamar didn't say anything, and Dampot, who was sitting next to him, first couldn't stand it anymore and stood up angrily.

"Sit down, Samuel, when will you change your temper?"

Lamar appeared very calm, as if the man outside was not insulting him at all.

"But Lamar, they're too much! these cowardly guys are afraid that their team won't be able to beat us, so they're all doing all this dirty tricks!" shouted Dampoter, unconvinced, as if he sensed Lamar was too weak in the face of the men's clamour.

"That's their freedom! It's not these guys who have the final say on the court, and it's better to have the energy and ink with them than to take the Nets down. Lamar's eyes were still closed, and the old god looked very leisurely in his presence.

"What the hell!" Dampoter muttered as he sat down in annoyance, "You weren't like that when you were with the Lakers!"

"Samuel, people grow up. It means that Lamar has matured, and you're still a kid!" Billups, who was sitting behind them, spoke: "What's the use of teaching them a lesson now? Shut them up on the court is the right way to go! Don't you want to see what the New Jerseys look like after they lose?"

As soon as Dampott was reminded by Billups, his simple brain immediately began to associate it. When he thought of the scene after the game, when a group of swaggering New Jerseys came to him, the simple big boy laughed.

The corners of Lamar's mouth also turned up slightly, it was obvious that what Billups said was very reasonable, and he planned to do the same!

The Nets' arena is very different from before, and with the addition of Jason Kidd and the formation of the Trident, the city has never worried about attendance. With the rise of the team, and the steady improvement of the team's results in recent years, the football market here has become extremely hot.

The moment Lamar walked into the arena, huge boos came from all directions, and for a moment Lamar even felt an unusually strong sound wave around his body.

Dampot, who played behind Lamar, also felt a dizziness, patted Lamar on the shoulder and said with a wry smile: "It seems that they have really worked hard for us! I think if they maintain this level throughout the game, each of us will become deaf after the game." ”

Lamar didn't have the heart to joke with Dampotter at the moment, when a huge comic appeared in the most prominent position in front of his eyes: Lamar with demonic horns and a group of Knicks' younger brothers were prostrate at Kenyon Martin's feet begging for forgiveness!

Seeing the two fans struggling to hold such a large comic, still shouting something to themselves, Lamar's nameless fire in his heart exploded. Although it was difficult to hear clearly because of the noise at the scene, Lamar knew that it would definitely not be a good thing to say.

Seeing this, no matter how calm Lamar was, he couldn't help but feel a trace of shame in his heart. What kind of thing is Kenyon Martin? It's Tim Duncan, Kevin Garnett, they don't have the right to let themselves crawl under their feet.

In the short distance from the entrance of the players' tunnel to the stadium, Lamar walked for a long time. The boos in his ears never abated, mixed with all kinds of vicious attacks.

The boos continued, and some individual fans refused to breathe a sigh of relief even when their eyes were about to bulge, showing how much they hated Lamar, the bastard who beat them up in the first place.

It wasn't until the music that signaled the home team's imminent entry that the boos suddenly stopped, and soon turned into cheer.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's spare the filthy challengers for a moment and welcome the best basketball players in the nation. ”

"Wow!"

The cheers were wave after wave, almost tearing off the roof of the stadium.

"First up is the monster under the basket, the invincible dunk machine, Kenyon Martin!"

With the cheers of the audience, Kenyon Martin made his debut, and after these two years of hard work, he is no longer the rough man who seemed helpless in the face of Lamar. With Jason Kidd's training, he now has a bit of a star style.

After interacting with the fans, Kenyon Martin smiled meaningfully in Lamar's direction, and then made a throat-slitting salute to Lamar, which caused a huge cheer among the fans.

"Next up is the invincible rookie, Batman II, the hope of the league's future small forward, Richard Jefferson!"

Jefferson's appearance ceremony was much more low-key than Kenyon Martin just now, this guy always held his head up, symbolically waving his arms to mobilize the atmosphere of the fans.

In terms of attitude towards Lamar, he is far less gnashing his teeth than Kenyon Martin, and there is nothing after glaring fiercely.

(To be continued.) )