At night, the TD North Shore Garden Arena is brightly lit, and there are few vehicles and pedestrians on the main road outside the stadium, which makes it seem extraordinarily comfortable and quiet, but in the stadium that should be full of enthusiasm, it is also unusually quiet, there is no bursting roar, and there is no wave of applause, as if in a silent cemetery, everyone here is holding their breath and looking desperately at the hands that are about to pierce the Boston sky. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"What about victory? What about victory? ”

Shi Lei interrogated in his heart, and under his calm face, he set off a monstrous flame.

There was once a player who was thirty years old and found a foothold in a team, although he was not a bad person, but he was always the object of disgust to his opponents, Shi Lei once asked him: "Have you ever regretted it?" ”

"Regrets? Yes, I lost a lot of friends for this. He hung his head and held a newspaper in his hand, on which it was about him, Ray. Aaron announces the news of his break. However, he immediately raised his head again and looked at the court with a determined gaze: "I'm tantamount to being a villain, but when the team needs it, I don't mind, we can't make everyone like us, so, boy, we can only fight for those who like us!" ”

"Fight for those who like themselves and those who support themselves", at this time, Shi Lei seemed to understand Bowen a little bit in his heart, and felt the same desire, and the same desire also rose in his mind.

"Wicked?"

Shi Lei suddenly gave up on James and ran towards his basket, staring at the basketball tightly, but thinking about this inconsequential question.

He never wanted to be a villain, and once upon a time, he hated Bruce the most. Bowen, but what about victory?

Big Z shot a shot, his face was hideous, and Shi Lei stepped over the free throw line with all his strength and took off.

"Be careful!"

The loud shout from James made Big Z turn his head in shock.

Under the Celtics' basket, Big Z is the only obstacle for Shi Lei to move forward, but he is too tall, even if he uses all his strength, this is also the height that Shi Lei cannot cross, but ...... The basketball is still flying towards his basket, which has left Shi Lei with no time to care.

Wicked? No, he just wants victory!

Shi Lei's waving left hand slapped fiercely on the basketball, flying the basketball that was destined to stab the Celtics, but his curled knees were inevitably in close contact with the big z under the basket.

It was Da Z's stunned face, he just turned his head, and he suffered a violent impact from Shi Lei's knee, as if he was hit by a whistling sledgehammer, Da Z's eyes were white, and his body fell straight under the Celtics' basket.

Through the feedback from his knees, Shi Lei knew what kind of huge damage he had caused, which made him feel a sense of remorse involuntarily in his heart, but soon, this emotion that should not have been generated was suppressed by him.

Yes, he was ready for all the insults and criticism that would come after this game, but what he wanted was not yet available, what about victory?

Falling from mid-air, Shi Lei was just about to express something to the fans and teammates here, when he was pushed by a huge force from behind him, causing his body to lose his balance, and he fell on his back to the floor like Da Z.

In the process of falling, Shi Lei looked at the uncontrollable anger on the face of No. 23 wearing a headband, and he knew that victory was coming!

The referee frantically blew the whistle of his authority, like the whistle of a police car, and rushed to the scene of the incident unimpeded, first stopping the players of the two teams who gathered here, and immediately like Shi Lei showed a malicious foul penalty.

Yes, Shi Lei was expelled from the field!

Although he was a little stunned, Shi Lei didn't argue anything, he calmly got up from the floor, first glanced at Da Z, who was carried away by the medical staff who rushed over, and then slowly passed through the crowd.

He was ready for a fist attack from some people, but no, people were angry, but ...... At this time, the NBA had lost its bloodiness, and the Cavaliers' teammates cursed and spit on Shi Lei, but no one dared to show it with their bodies.

Shi Lei shook his head imperceptibly, just like a criminal at the end of his rope, he had already made such a big sacrifice, how could he tolerate not gaining a little?

When passing by James's side, looking at his angry face, ready to rush up at any time, the corners of Shi Lei's mouth curled slightly: "Now you can shoot with confidence, soft egg!" ”

This is a heart-wrenching sentence, Shi Lei's provocation was successful, and James's clenched fist waved out with a vicious wind......

"Oh yes, you guys should have had a fight a long time ago......"

Buckley on the comment table was radiant, clenched the topic's hand, and even puffed out his muscles with excitement, but before his words fell, Shi Lei actually ran away.......

The whole body tensed, allowing Shi Lei to react before James's fist swung over, but for the sake of realism, he still forcibly twisted his body, let James's fist rub his back, and then forcefully separated the crowd and ran towards the locker room.

Fight? Shi Lei never had this idea, anyone can afford to fight this fight, but the Celtics can't, the price they paid for this season is too expensive, and Shi Lei doesn't want to be the destroyer of all this.

Once anger erupts, it will be like a tide, with the urge to destroy everything, and James under the anger still wants to chase Shi Lei, but he was intercepted by his opponent, as well as the Celtic players, they also formed a line of defense for Shi Lei to block the pursuers behind him.

James's anger came and went quickly, and the referee's whistle sounded again quickly, allowing him to calm down quickly, but it was too late, and he had to pay for his actions. Immediately after Shi Lei, James was also sent off the court.

The fans "lived", they applauded warmly for the referee's decision, and the media reporters present, the cameras in their hands, like thunder falling one after another, flashed frequently.

Rivers sat down in his chair with his ass slumped, a feeling of the aftermath of his life, which made his breathing extremely rapid: "It's good that there was no fight, that bastard!" ”

"But he didn't mean it, did he?" This question that arose in his heart, Rivers first turned back to his heart, and soon gave his own answer: "He must have done it on purpose, this bad boy!" (To be continued.) )