On the other side of the ocean in China, major media and networks also reported Wen Hao's defeat in the face of Paul.

The blacks now have a chance to show their faces.

"I have long said that Mr. Wen is only suitable for teaching and playing, and he is not good at it."

"Regardless of whether the game is good or bad, the character is not good. After only a few days of playing as a substitute, I was proud, and I tried to challenge Paul in vain, but now, I was picked over by Paul, and I fell into a dog and ate, admit it, right? ”

"If you look at that dressing room interview, you can understand what it means to be 'depressed'. Warning, people with depression are forbidden to watch. If you are seen by a depressed person, you must not commit suicide. ”

……

Of course, the world is not blindly black, and more Chinese media still expressed sympathy and wishes for Wen Hao.

"I believe that this defeat is not the end of the world for Wen Hao, and Wen Hao will definitely stand up again."

"When any star fails, Wen Hao has the support of 1.3 billion behind him, how can he fall?"

"He is the hope of the Chinese defenders, it is impossible to sink like this, he will definitely explode again. Only then did those who laughed at him know how short-sighted they were. ”

……

Maybe these media are well-intentioned, but they don't know how much pressure their current remarks are on Wen Hao, whose self-confidence has just been frustrated. 1.3 billion, it's panicked to think about it, let alone a player whose soul has just been hit hard.

On the plane to another away game, Wen Hao looked at the overwhelming ridicule and occasional great expectations of himself on the computer screen, and his eyes were blank. His heart seemed to be carrying a heavy burden, and it seemed to be empty and empty. In the face of those ridicules, he wanted to prove himself with his actions, but Paul's strength had already shattered his self-confidence; In the face of those expectations, he had the heart to bear them, but the word "1.3 billion" made it difficult for him to bear.

I have lived up to the expectations of 1.3 billion, how should I face the 1.3 billion?

At this time, Da Yao next to him patted Wen Hao on the shoulder and said, "Turn off the computer and sleep." ”

Wen Hao glanced at Da Yao blankly, closed the notebook, and closed his eyes.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, Paul's stealing quick hand, sharp attack, step-back defense, and the smile on the baby's face were replayed over and over again.

Da Yao next to him looked at the blank expression on Wen Hao's face and shook his head. It seems that in the short term, Wen Hao will not be able to recover. At this time, it is useless for others to say anything, and he can only rely on himself to adjust slowly. Of course, this will require manager McHale to give him enough trust so that he can have a chance to regain his confidence on the field.

However, McHale's level of trust in the players in the East ...... Alas-

To add insult to injury, Harden, the boss of the Rockets, has already begun to complain to Wen Hao, which makes his position on the Rockets already precarious.

Thinking of this, Da Yao shook his head helplessly.

Sure enough, as Da Yao expected, in the next two away games and one home game, Wen Hao almost completely disappeared. Except for the first game, where he played ten minutes and only received two assists, the other two games combined only played three minutes, which was still garbage time, and the contribution was even more impossible. McHale has completely lost one of the few trusts he has in Wen Hao, and Harden is even more fond of Wen Hao.

Lying on the bed in the rented house, Wen Hao opened his eyes wide and looked at the ceiling. There was still a blank look in his eyes.

He didn't go to training, and since he was beaten by Paul, he seems to have lost his passion for basketball in an instant. When you feel that no matter how hard you try, you can't do something well, will you still keep your original enthusiasm?

"Basketball? Dream? Hmph......" Wen Hao sneered, "The heart of the point guard? All of this means nothing to me, no matter how hard I try, no matter how hard I work, even if I have the heart of a point guard, I can't beat Paul. Not only is it invincible, it's even vulnerable...... It's over, it's all over. ”

Wen Hao's mind slowly turned, and his thoughts slowly wriggled like an earthworm. He thought about cheering up and cheering up, but in the face of such a major blow, when his self-confidence was shattered, what could he use to cheer him up?

He felt like a walking corpse now, and everything he had been pursuing suddenly lost its meaning.

……

In his ears, the voice of "We Are the Champions" suddenly sounded, this is Wen Hao's mobile phone ringtone, which he has been using since he entered the NBA.

"Hey ......"

I don't know whether it was a wry smile or a sneer, Wen Hao didn't look at it, reached out and groped around the bed to find the phone, didn't look at the screen, directly pressed the answer button and put it in his ear: "hello."

"Cousin, it's me, Duan Ran," the Mandarin voice over there was a little excited and a little anxious, "Cousin, what's the matter with you?" What the hell is going on with these scenes? How so? ”

Wen Hao closed his eyes, facing these three questions in a row, he really didn't know how to answer, and he didn't bother to answer: "Oh, that's it, I don't know either." ”

"Cousin, my classmates and friends are all watching, you can't just sink like this, you must cheer up."

"Oh, it's okay, I'm hanging."

It's not that Wen Hao doesn't want to pay attention to Duan Ran, but he has watched and listened to too many words like this in the past few days, and he really doesn't feel anything or is a little bored. Cheer up, what do I take to cheer up?

"No, no, don't hang up, cousin, my uncle asked me to call you, he's next to him, and he wants to talk to you."

"Father's ......"

Wen Hao was stunned there, what was his father calling to do at this time?

"Cousin?" Hearing that Wen Hao didn't react, he screamed.

"Oh, then you give the phone to your uncle." Wen Hao subconsciously responded.

……

There was a moment of silence on the phone, and then a heavy Shaanxi dialect came: "Haowa......"

"Big ......" Wen Hao, like his father, didn't know what to say after saying a word.

"Haowa ......"

The father's voice was a little solemn, but it was full of warmth. Wen Hao rarely heard his father speak like this.

"Haowa, I've heard Duan Ran say everything about you......"

"Great, you don't have to persuade me, I know everything." Wen Hao's tone was slightly stiff.

Wen Hao had already guessed what his father was going to say, which was nothing more than to cheer himself up, withstand the pressure, and regain his past state. But what's the use of just talking, those people are not in their own position, they can't understand what they are facing. The mountain of pressure, the scoffing gaze of the crowd, the sharp and piercing questions of the reporters...... All this, no one can understand at all.

Enough, enough, he didn't want to listen to all that empty talk anymore. He just wanted to be alone.

There was silence on the other side of the phone for a moment, and the father's voice rang again: "Haowa......"

"Great, you don't need to say it, let me be alone for a while, I don't want to hear anything now."

"I mean, if it's hard outside, go home."

“……”

At this moment, tears burst out of his eyes, blurring Wen Hao's eyes.

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