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Chapter 298 Metamorphosis (Part [-])
In the Staples Center, people have left the arena one after another, some because they don't want to see the home team being slaughtered, and some are disheartened and don't have any hope for this game.

30 points behind in the playoffs?It will be a ghost if you can catch up!

What's more, the Lakers are a traditional half-court offensive team. The team's ability to chase points is actually not strong.

So in most people's minds, the game is almost settled.

The show ended early, because...are you disappointed with us?

Tang Qian looked up at the auditorium, and before he knew it, one-fifth of the people were missing. Those empty seats were like smiling faces, mocking and mocking the Lakers.

At the same time, she was laughing and mocking him.

For the first time in his life, he was out of the playoffs, so he was going to be defeated in this way?

Tang Qian's mind was a little dazed. The score difference of 30 points was like a peak in the sky, and he was helpless.

Even the desire to fight in the paint...

"Give me the ball."

Suddenly, someone's voice woke him up, it was 24 of the Lakers.

I saw him running out hard, and after barely getting the ball, he immediately pulled up a jumper, swiped~, and the basketball scored a 3-pointer.

43-70, this is the Lakers' first point of the second half and the first goal.

It comes from Kobe Bryant.

It comes from Black Mamba.

What's this?Why this scene?So familiar? ? ?
During Tang Qian's return to defense, he stared at the back in a daze, and asked himself in his heart:

Why is this expression so familiar? ? ?
Where have I seen it?
Suddenly, a memory appeared in his mind.

That is the memory of the previous life.

"Tang Qian, why do you like this No. 8?" A middle school classmate asked. Tang Qian's impression of this classmate's face was already blurred, but he still remembered this question. "Because his skills are great." Tang Qian replied.

"Great skills? I think it's just average?" The middle school classmate said: "Iverson, McGrady, Carter, which one is not better at playing than him? The most important thing is that they are the No.1 of the team~ and This No. 8, he is just a 'second-in-command', and his style is several grades away! If you want me to say, Carter is still cool, UFO, flying into the sky, dunking and invincible!"

"Maybe." After Tang Qian finished speaking, he whispered to himself: "But he has a spirit in him, and that kind of spirit is not possessed by others."

A few years later, another classmate asked: "Tang Qian, why do you like this No. 24? Now that the Lakers have such a bad record, there is no hope at all, okay? Why don't you come to me with me?" He can come out of Erdang's family, this kind of heart and spirit is what I like, I like him because he is like a lone wolf... no, because he is like a poisonous snake, cold and decisive."

In the "dark time" of those years, Tang Qian sat in front of the TV countless times and clenched his fists, imagining in his heart that if he could help him, it would be great.In that way, he won't be so exhausted every night, not physically exhausted, but mentally exhausted.

brush~
Although Kobe tried his best to guard, but he was only one person after all, the Thunder quickly retaliated and also scored a three-pointer in the Lakers' half.The easy opening, easy timing, and easy shot are completely different from Kobe's difficulty just now.

Unknowingly, No. 24 of the Lakers picked up the front collar of the jersey. The indifferent insistence shocked people.

Shocking.

I... what am I doing?
Why did God give me a chance to realize my fantasy, but I'm still dazed and timid?
Me now.

where you stand.

Isn't it the position you most want to appear in when you were a student?

Then... what am I doing?
I……

Tang Qian saw Kobe hit the inside of the Thunder again, and was beaten to the floor, but he didn't say anything, stood up by himself, and stood silently on the free throw line.

That back view made Tang Qian startled for a while.

I……

I can't give up.

I……

I want to help him.

I……

I want to help him! ! !
"Asian guy, no matter how hard Kobe works, it's useless, because he only has one person, and it's impossible for one person to defeat our Thunder team! So you, obediently accept your fate!" Standing beside Tang Qian, he was ready to grab a rebound Serge Ibaka said that he finally had a chance to completely suppress the former, so this opportunity, he is ready to taste it perfectly.

On the court, verbally, and psychologically, he will completely defeat Tang Qian and relieve his hatred of being taken away from the block king.

"He's not alone." Tang Qian whispered suddenly: "He still has me, he still has the entire Lakers team, he still has all the Staples people who haven't left..." "What? Are you filming A movie? Say such a ridiculous dialogue! Do you think that after you finish speaking, you will wear your underwear and become a Superman? Become a Batman?" Tang Qian's words only got Serge Ibaka's ruthlessness He sneered, "Have your oriental heads been struck by lightning too much? Or did your parents forget to give birth to your brains when they gave birth to you? To say such an idiot..."

Before the word "line" was finished, Tang Qian's voice came out quietly: "You are not allowed to talk about my parents tonight, understand?" Serge Ibaka was slightly taken aback, he recognized This sentence is "unusual", but this game has finally gained the upper hand, how can it be stopped by the opponent?Wouldn't that spoil the perfection of the night?
The next second later, Serge Ibaka made an extremely wrong behavior, he raised his chest, stared at Tang Qian and said, "You Asian guy, what happened to your parents? The loser can only accept ridicule and ridicule. Could it be that your idiot parents didn't teach you? You..."

"What did you say?" Tang Qian's voice became even deeper, as if it was a syllable bursting from the depths of his throat: "Who is an idiot? Who are you calling an idiot??? Ah!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

This roar was extremely sudden, extremely sudden, and the entire players in the field were shocked to their place by this inexplicable roar.

He stared blankly at the number 29.

He stared blankly at the oriental man.

Even Kobe, who was about to make a free throw, was a little surprised and looked up in the direction of the voice.

A few seconds later, the referee came to his senses and without hesitation, gave Tang Qian a technical foul. The free throw was arranged after Kobe's free throw.

Serge Ibaka was the most unlucky, because he stood closest to Tang Qian, so when he was yelled at like this, his entire eardrum almost shattered.He rubbed his ears, and was about to spout a few trash words at Tang Qian, but for a moment, he was frozen in place.Not to mention fighting back against the opponent, even making a move became difficult.

This... what kind of look is this?Full of the most primitive and direct anger!A glance at each other can make people feel like they are in a flaming hell. The tumbling anger seems to be able to burn everything, hot and scalding.

And what made Serge Ibaka shudder the most was the eyes of this oriental man, with a faint circle of blood red around the edge.

Weird, unknown, captivating.

The rage state is activated, the duration is 30 minutes, and the increase rate is 81%! ! !

Tang Qian licked his somewhat dry lips, and said with a low chuckle, "There are 17 minutes left? Well, for the next 1020 seconds, I will let you feel the horror of hell under the basket."

"Enjoy yourself."

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