1/

The crazy performance of the first game of Zhan Huang's finals came to an abrupt end because of the stupidity of the lieutenant generals around him.

106-107, the last offense of the fourth quarter, the Cavaliers trailed by 1 point. LeBron James held the ball, he saw George Hill inserted into the penalty area, the ball arrived, Yang Yiming saw that the situation was not good and pulled Hill to the ground. Hill made a free throw, shooting more than 80 percent from the regular free throw line, but after hitting the first goal to equalize, the second went wide. The rebound that was out of the way was grabbed by JR Smith in a group of long-term people!

There are 4 seconds left in the attack time!

107 draws, the knights actually have the initiative to win!

But...

JR Smith actually fought his way out of the crowd under the basket himself, dribbling the ball to a position close to the corner of the halfway line, ready to run out of time!

Because he thought the knights were ahead! He neither called a timeout nor opted to pass. JR probably thought he could be a hero for Cleveland by grabbing the massive frontcourt rebound, cleverly dodging the Rockets' foul tactics, and running out of time in the corner!

Hero? Stupid bear!

It wasn't until the angry Zhan Huang's roar that the audience in the last row of the field seats could hear it clearly, and it reached the ears of JR, who was immersed in the hero's dream, and after more than 1 second of brain circuit processing, he woke up from his dream and hurriedly threw the ball to his teammates.

Why not pass the ball? What are you thinking? Seeing that his efforts were in vain, although others could not hear his "conversation" with JR, he must not be friendly: JR, what did I do wrong, and you want to do this to me?

JR: Brother, I thought we were ahead, I really didn't think too much about it, I don't understand!

Emperor Zhan vomited blood and died!

Enemies and opponents can't beat me, but my teammates can!

It's really easy to dodge with open guns, but hard to defend against hidden arrows!

LeBron James, who was stabbed in the back, struggled to recover in overtime - although he still scored 51 points in the game, tying Michael Jordan's 30+ playoff points and Jerry West's 40+ finals games - and fighting 48 minutes to this extent, James really couldn't have done more. Losing to an opponent is physically tired, and losing to oneself is mentally tired!

LeBron James, who was physically and mentally exhausted, watched the Rockets open his scoring account in overtime, and went away without any resistance.

124-114, the Rockets led the Cavaliers 1-0 in the Finals.

2/

A thrilling victory.

But in the car back to his residence, the three people in the car, Yang Yiming, Yu Xiaochun, and Jose Rodriguez, have been silent.

Yang Yiming sat in the last row of the Toyota van. The second row of seats behind the passenger seat had been removed, and he folded the back of his seat down again, finally able to straighten his legs. Yang Yiming's face was hidden under the window of the van, and the shadow covered his expression.

The Toyota van is like a vacuum chamber in which all the air is drained.

Yu Xiaochun couldn't hold back, and opened the window of the co-pilot seat a crack, but was stopped by Yang Yiming: "Xiaochun, can I trouble you to close the window." It's too hot. ”

Outside the window is the sweltering, humid air of Houston in June. Yu Xiaochun hurriedly looked for the electric button on the window and closed the window.

"Hi, Dr. Yang." José also interjected during the conversation between the two to try to break the silence, "If you win, can you find a place to sit for a while?" ”

"Don't go, Jose. I want to go back and rest. Yang Yiming's voice came from the back row in a low voice, instantly draining the air in the carriage again.

…

"What's wrong? Win and hang your head. "José is unrelenting.

"Hmm..."The car drove down the highway, encountered a traffic light, and stopped. Yang Yiming added: "There are times when winning is like not winning - not to mention that I almost didn't win today." Depressed. ”

"LeBron?" Jose and Yu Xiaochun turned their heads from the front row at the same time, looked at Yang Yiming, and asked together.

"Hmph." Yang Yiming breathed out of his nostrils.

"It's just 51 points, and he's the first person in history to score 50 points and not win a Finals game. Do you know? So, nothing remarkable. "Yu Xiaochun is really a treasure trove of basketball, and any data will come as soon as he opens his mouth.

"Oh." Yang Yiming seemed reluctant to say a word more.

"So that's right, it's not a big deal. Do you want to find a place to have a drink - eh, Koharu, what do you think? "José is completely handy for this job.

"yes." This time, Yang Yiming's answer finally had one more word.

"What is it?"

"It's not a big deal." Yang Yiming responded faintly, "It's not a big deal to score 51 points. But how many people can score 51 points? To be honest, in history, how many people have scored 51 points in front of others? ”

Yu Xiaochun originally wanted to call the database in his brain to answer Yang Yiming's question. But when he thought about it, it seemed that it was even more inappropriate to say it directly, so he could only swallow it back:

"It's not really much – I mean, it doesn't matter how many points you score, it's the team that wins is the most important thing."

"Think differently." Yang Yiming was still lying in the seat, sighed, and said: "If I had scored 51 points, would I have won this game a long time ago?" ”

It was the turn of the two people sitting in the front row to be silent.

The traffic light turned green, and the van started again, but at a much slower speed.

After getting off the highway, it was not far from Yu Xiaochun and Yang Yiming's residence, the car drove slowly, and no one spoke, as if it was like a ghost bus heading for a wordless ending.

Jose operated the van's throttle with purpose. Usually he is an impatient, changing lanes and overtaking is commonplace, if someone blocks his way, he will definitely scold in his hometown Spanish and greet the other party's ancestors for eight generations. But at this time, he seemed to show the gentle side of his little daughter, lingering, as if he never wanted to come to the end.

"Isn't it almost there?" Yang Yiming raised his decibels, as if he had suddenly woken up from a state of confusion, startling both Jose and Yu Xiaochun.

"That's right, turn the road ahead, drive a little way up the mountain, and we'll be there." José was a little nervous, like a conscientious tour guide, introducing the route to first-time visitors.

"Yes-" Yang Yiming sat up from his seat, the first time after getting into the car. He looked left and right as if he had never been to this place before, then nodded. He bent over and patted the back of the passenger seat in front of him. Yu Xiaochun couldn't help but be clever and bounced up from his seat.

"A Ming?!"

"Koharu, I want to ask you something."

"What's the matter? What's the matter, you say, a bang. Yu Xiaochun turned his head sharply and looked into the eyes of his friend behind him. Yang Yiming's face was blocked by his right arm that leaned out and slapped the co-pilot's seat, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, but in the dark, the latter's eyes were bright, like a night pearl, like a compass star. He said:

"Koharu, this finals, I also want to get back 50+. Win or not, I just want to score – as my agent, you can help me make it happen. ”