When the court was occupied by a crowd of jugglers, Pat Riley's eyes still didn't move half a minute. It's just that it's very empty and has no connotation. By this time, his thoughts had flown far away.

"Sir, I think you have to make a choice between me and Lee. Just because we haven't had a conflict break out now doesn't mean that it won't break out in the future. Before I knew it, he was eating away at my ball. If you continue like this, you'll lose both......"

The moment Pat Riley's back completely disappeared from the players' tunnel in the player's tunnel, the words that Dwyane Wade had said in his office a week earlier.

"Now it looks like I have to make a trade-off. In the absence of Dwyane Wade, Lee played significantly better than before. And Dwyan's numbers are also very good in the games without Lee. Choosing one of the two is really a difficult headache! Pat Riley patted his knee and muttered to himself.

"I can help you bring in LeBron in 2010, if Lee isn't in Miami. That's what LeBron James meant. ”

Just as 'maybe it's a better option to keep Lee and trade Dwyan' came to Pat Riley's mind, Dwyane Wade's words came back to mind.

"Hey... If you can get LeBron, what is Lee? Pat Riley nodded firmly, the pain in his expression as if he had made an extremely difficult decision, patted his knee, and sighed: "I chose him with my own hands, and sent him away when he was about to shine." Oh, could it be more brutal than that? ”

At the same time, there was an awkward feeling in the locker room.

Michael Beasley didn't know which tendon didn't match, and he actually roared and roared in the locker room - the great king of Miami, crazy crazy-lee.

In response to Michael Beasley's roar, the whole team was silent except for Dorrell Wright, who applauded. Because Dwyane Wade, who was wearing an Armani suit, was still sitting in the center, Li Guanyu kept pulling Michael Beasley's clothes to signal him to be quiet, but Dwyanwade's expression was cloudy.

“……… Yanagi should be the leader of this team, you know what I mean? As long as it is a critical moment, he will always step up. Only he wants him to be on the pitch, no matter how much we are behind, we still have the belief to win............"

Before Michael Beasley's speech was finished, Li Guanyu slapped the table and roared: "Shut up, Michael, the king of Miami is Dwyan, understand?" ”

He wants to be the boss, but he doesn't want to play the clumsy drama of 'yellow robe'. He would rather have a showdown with Dwyanwade himself than Michael Beasley stepping up and leading the way for himself to seize power.

And, most importantly, Li Guanyu will never compete with Dwyanne for power - he can ruthlessly oust any of the NBA's 29 leading players, including Kobe Bryant, but not Dwyane Wade. Although the beautiful quality of 'Knowing Grace and Rewarding' seems very stupid and insignificant in modern society, Li Guanyu is still a firm believer in this simple morality.

"Are you yelling at me?" Michael Beasley's eyes bulged out, and he looked a little surprised.

Swept away by this incredulous and somewhat sad look, Li Guanyu's eyes couldn't help but flicker a little. Although Michael Beasley is a little bit two-minded and a little brainless, he is his best friend in the NBA, and even a brother after all.

"I'm sorry, Michael." Li Guanyu shook his head lightly twice and muttered, "I know what you mean, you don't want me to send someone under the fence." But、After all、I can't tear my face with Dwyane.、If I do,Then I won't be Li Guanyu.。 ”

"So, I'm all wishful thinking? Am I all unflattering at both ends? Michael Beasley's voice suddenly soared, this was the first time he roared at Li Guanyu, and the root of everything was that Li Guanyu ruined his good intentions.

"I'm sorry, Michael. I should have made it clear to you beforehand. Li Guanyu looked lost, and making his brother angry was the last thing he wanted to see.

"Humph!" Michael Beasley snorted angrily and turned out of the locker room.

Li Guanyu didn't catch up, and he felt that Michael Beasley needed to calm down. After Beasley left the table angrily, the atmosphere in the dressing room was even more awkward. All the players looked at each other - how could they suddenly turn into brothers when they grabbed power?

Dwyanwade was even more saddened, and he suddenly felt that he had done something wrong -- that Lee had never wanted to take the ball away from me in the first place. Why did I keep holding on to him and even suppressing him for the sake of Paris Hilton? Moreover, I actually had a secret relationship with his sworn enemy, LeBron James, and worked together to force him out of Miami?

Oh my God, what did I do?

Dwyanwade suddenly held his head in his hands, and the whole person fell down, and his head was buried deep between his legs. The shape is quite sentimental...... At the same time, Li Guanyu leaned his back against the wall with a gloomy expression.

The atmosphere was even more depressing.

Alex Poelstra didn't set up any tactics until the stadium staff came over and urged the players to come on and told him to 'continue the first half'.

Drip! When the whistle blew, Michael Beasley handed the basketball to Li Guanyu.

"I'm sorry, Michael." After receiving the ball, Li Guanyu apologized again to Michael Beasley.

"Just give me the ball later." Michael Beasley squeezed out a smile, but the sadness could still be found on his pimpled face.

Li Guanyu really broke the heart of the second cargo this time.

"Good!" Li Guanyu nodded emphatically. Now, even if the second buyer asks him for that Ferrari, he will not hesitate to give it to him.

Before halftime, Michael Beasley stuck Teyrus Thomas and tried hard to get the ball, Li Guanyu saw this, and hurriedly broke through two steps quickly, and passed the basketball to Michael Beasley at the most appropriate time and in the most appropriate way.

Michael Beasley took the basketball, and his not athletic ass jerked and suddenly stepped back for a jumper...... Swish!

The basketball went into the net and the audience cheered at the same time. Michael Beasley still squeezed a 'bitter hate' smile to Li Guanyu, and then pretended to be indifferent and said, "Hey, Liu Kuan is crazy, I've accumulated another assist for you." ”

Seeing the smile of the second goods, Li Guanyu couldn't help but murmur, 'Why are these two goods so heartless, I yelled at him so much, he didn't get angry with me so quickly, ......'.

Before he could finish muttering, he suddenly noticed that the lacrimal glands had a faint urge to secrete fluid, so he shrugged his nose and closed the lacrimal glands violently, and gave a serious lesson: "Don't get distracted, Michael." ”

"Definitely not." Michael Beasley patted his chest, and the two ran back to half court in almost the same rhythmic position.

Bang!

Nochioni hit a shot and Derrick Rose's 'assist shop' didn't open well.

Back at halftime, Li Guanyu still passed the basketball to Michael Beasley. After Michael Beasley received the basketball, he still shot directly...... Swish! Entering the net again, Li Guanyu's assists actually climbed to 19.

"Does sadness and anger really help to increase the sensation? It's not a problem to get a 40+ for the second cargo, right? Li Guanyu muttered.

If things turn out as people expect, how can the ups and downs of life be interpreted?

When Michael Beasley scored five goals in a row to add to Lee's assist to 22, the Chicago Bulls finally realized that they were covered. And the accident also happened after the first ball after the bag.

"Michael, if you don't have a good chance to make the first shot, don't shoot. I've got enough assists......" Li Guanyu said to Michael Beasley on serve.

"How scared are the assists?" Michael Beasley raised his nostrils and said recklessly, "I'm going to take 50+15 tonight." ”

"Hehe......"

Li Guanyu sneered, although he had good wishes in his heart, he didn't want to say it, how could Li Guanyu, who felt hypocritical when he said 'I love you', say those words that sounded like 'gay' to a man.

Back in the half, Michael Beasley was about to get to the position, and Li Guanyu hurriedly passed the basketball in. As soon as Michael Beasley received the basketball, the Argentine Nocioni stuck to it like a mad dog.

Li Guanyu saw that this was not good, and for fear of making a mistake with the second goods, he hurriedly reminded: "Michael, you don't have to shoot directly." ”

"No, I'm going to have to quickly increase your assist count to 30." Michael Beasley chuckled, then turned to strike...... Swish!

The basketball went in, but when he landed, he stepped directly on Nochioni's upper and then stumbled and fell to the ground.

When he just fell to the ground, the second cargo still wanted to pretend that it was okay. But in less than two seconds, the pain made him cry out in his heart...... Hearing Michael Beasley's wail, Li Guanyu's heart tightened suddenly, and when he turned his head to see Michael Beasley's pain, he couldn't help but feel a wave of anger for no reason. Red-eyed rushed over quickly, and directly pushed the initiator Nocioni away with a single palm.

Under the effect of Li Guanyu's angry blow, although Nocioni staggered back five or six steps to try to stabilize his position, he finally fell to the ground.

Li Guanyu was so offensive to his teammates that although the Bulls players were angry, none of them dared to step forward to obstruct them. Because Li Guanyu at this moment looks no different from the beast that chooses people and loves them.

In fact, the Bulls should be glad they didn't come forward to attack Li Guanyu, because by the same time the Mr. Roquedi on the sidelines was already on his feet and ready to rush onto the court and throw a few red-clad players out of the court at any time.

"It's alright, buddy." Li Guanyu whispered in Michael Beasley's ear.

"Why don't you fight Dwyane for the boss?" Michael Beasley endured the pain, gasped and whispered, "Is Crazy-Lee the second still the same Crazy-Lee?" ”

As soon as Michael Beasley said this, Li Guanyu finally couldn't hold back the fluid gushing out of the tear ducts. After blinking his eyes twice, his vision was slightly clearer, and he whispered in a hard throat: "Next season, next season, we will create our own era." ”

"Good!" Michael Beasley nodded. After a pause, he said, "Can you put on my jersey and get a 50+15?" ”

"Good!" Li Guanyu nodded categorically without a moment's hesitation.

(To be continued)