NBA: Starting with Jokic template

Chapter 229: Is it my fault? You seem so kind to me!
"With two consecutive wins, the Thunder seem to be getting closer and closer to defending their title."

In an office of the alliance, Scott Foster was reporting to the person in front of him.

"Sir, I feel like this series is indeed a bit one-sided. The gap in strength is too big. The chances of a 4:0 sweep are very high! What do you think?"

There was a hint of doubt in Foster's tone.

He wanted to know what the man in front of him would do.

"Yes, I know. I was also at the game, so you don't need to emphasize it again."

In front of Foster, Adam Silver was sitting at his desk, his hands on the table, supporting his chin, thinking.

The light passed in front of him.

Only the lower half of his face was visible.

But one could also see a hint of gloom in his expression.

This look made Foster in front of him nervous.

The man in front of him is the new president of the league, and his power in the NBA world is overwhelming.

And I am just an experienced referee.

We still have to rely on each other in the future.

Xiao Hua tapped his fingers on the table impatiently.

Foster's heart skipped a beat.

He didn't expect the Knicks to be so resilient.

The Thunder will crush them in both games.

This is not the result he wants to see.

In any case, he didn't want this most valuable finals to end.

"It just so happens that you will be the referee for the next game. You know what to do."

Foster nodded quickly.
"Of course, I will do as you ask, and I will absolutely ensure that no trace is left."

Xiao Hua waved his hand, not wanting to listen to Foster's flattery anymore.
"Back off, do your job well, and don't let me down."

Foster felt relieved as if he had received a blessing and nodded quickly.

Adam Silver watched Foster slowly exit his office and sink back into his chair.

The office fell into silence again.

..............................

New York City.

As soon as everyone landed, Lin Chuan was the first to walk out of the airport.

Durant trotted behind him, and before he could speak, Lin Chuan said with a nostalgic tone,
"Hey, I haven't been here for a long time."

Durant stopped right where he was and smacked his lips.

"Tsk, some people sneaked over to watch the game and really think they are from a big city."

Lin Chuan pushed up his sunglasses without turning his head.

"Jealous."

"ill."

Lin Chuan smiled and just looked at the sun that was about to set in the distance.

Tomorrow, they will start their third game in this city.

"Knicks, charge!"

"Beat the Thunder!"

"Anthony, win the championship for us!"

There was a lot of chaotic cheering and shouting from the sidelines.

Lin Chuan scratched his ears and couldn't help frowning.

The fans in New York are just too crazy.

Playing at their home ground was a test not only of his skills and tactics, but also of his ears.

"Hey! You kid! Yes, that's you! Lin Chuan!"

Lin Chuan turned around and saw a familiar figure sitting on the sidelines.

Spike Lee.

As a super die-hard fan of New York.

When it comes to the home games in the finals, he would turn them down even if there was something important going on and choose to come to the stadium to watch the home team’s game.

Seeing that it was an acquaintance, Lin Chuan ran over and gave him a questioning look.

"Hey, what do you think about what we talked about earlier?"

"What to consider?"

Lin Chuan was a little confused.

Durant behind him seemed to have smelled something. He stopped even warming up and quickly ran to Lin Chuan, staring at Spike Lee.

"What? What did you talk about with Lin Chuan? Let me hear it too!"

Seeing Durant so nervous, Lin Chuan couldn't help but be speechless.

This guy reacted so strongly, 90% of the time he was worried about his choices this offseason.

After all, he will become a free agent after the finals anyway.

At that time, other teams may also extend olive branches to him.

With his strength, any team that gets him will instantly become a strong contender for the championship.

And the Thunder will also be greatly weakened.

Faced with such a thing, even if there is only a one percent possibility, Durant will never allow it to happen.

At this time, Spike Lee suddenly talked about the last incident mysteriously, which is very likely related to recruitment!
Lin Chuan patted Durant on the shoulder and said with a smile,
"No big deal, he just wants me to be in his basketball movie, that's all."

"Yes, so Lin Chuan, what do you think?"

Spike Lee looked at Lin Chuan, his voice pleading and his face showing some anticipation.

Lin Chuan scratched his head,

"Dude, now is the time for me to play against your home team. If we want to talk about this, we have to wait until the off-season. Otherwise, even if I agree with you, if we win, it will be embarrassing for me if you don't agree. If we lose, it will be like we have reached some kind of agreement, which will be even more embarrassing. So I won't agree for now. If you insist, I refuse."

Upon hearing this, the expectation on Spike Lee's face suddenly turned into disappointment.

But he quickly hid himself, and then said indifferently,

"Okay, what you said does make sense, but I want to say that you missed a good opportunity, the opportunity to become famous in the entertainment industry. You will regret it in the future."

Even Durant felt a little sorry when he heard that Lin Chuan had the opportunity to act in a movie but didn't take it.

He has appeared in a movie.

Although the box office was not high and the performance was average, it also helped him gain some fame in other circles.

This also allowed him to expand his business territory significantly this year.

It's a pity to miss this opportunity.

You know, Lin Chuan is Chinese, and it is difficult for him to integrate into the mainstream circles in the United States.

It was not easy for a black group to invite him to join. If he missed the opportunity, he might never be able to join.

Thinking of this, he wanted to say something to Lin Chuan. At least acting in a movie would only benefit him and there would be no harm.

"Who cares, I'm a player, man."

Without waiting for Durant to speak, Lin Chuan waved his hand and said calmly,
"My job is to play basketball, and I just need to play well."

"As for making movies, that's not something I'm considering."

At least for now.

Lin Chuan added in his heart.

Seeing that the other party completely rejected him, it was equivalent to spurning the olive branch he offered him, which implicitly meant that the possibility of him joining New York during the offseason became zero. Spike Lee was too lazy to hide his thoughts.

"Ok, then just wait for us to beat you up and go back to Oklahoma in disgrace. People born in small cities are really not worthy of us in New York!"

Lin Chuan smiled.

Yeah.

This was the Spike Lee he was familiar with.

As a fan, I can participate more in what happens on the court than the players.

He smiled and pointed to the scoreboard on the sidelines, which had not changed at all.

"See? It's zero to zero now."

"By the end of this game, I'm going to make the gap 20 points!"

"Crazy!!!"

As soon as these words came out, Spike Lee's face changed drastically.

He threatened to beat them by a large margin before the game even started, which made him, who was used to talking trash, feel uncomfortable.

"How dare you!"

"I won't waste my time talking to you. Just wait and see."

Lin Chuan waved his hand and stood on the court ready for the jump ball.

Durant behind him looked admiring and whispered,
"Teach me how to trash talk next time, too."

"You can understand everything by words and deeds. If you fight with me for a while, you will understand everything."

Lin Chuan immediately put on the look of a hermit and his tone also changed.

"Stop pretending, it's time for a jump ball. Don't pretend just now and then turn around and lose the jump ball."

Lin Chuan shook his finger.
"No way."

Standing in the center circle, Lin Chuan looked at the referee who was holding the ball at his waist.

He is a white man with gray hair and some wrinkles on his face. It seems that he has been in the league for a long time and has been so weathered.

But judging from his facial features, he has sunken eyes, a hooked nose and thin lips, and looks a bit fierce.

Seeing Lin Chuan looking at him, the referee smiled and greeted Lin Chuan.

"Hello, Lin Chuan, I am the referee of this game, Scott Foster."

Seeing that the other party was quite kind, Lin Chuan greeted him back.

Searching for news about Foster in my mind.

In just a few seconds, Lin Chuan remembered the news about the referee in front of him.

To be precise, it is his “famous name”!
This guy has caused a lot of controversy and is not someone he can easily deal with.

"Any questions? Not ready yet? Lin Chuan?"

Seeing Lin Chuan in a daze, Foster asked again.

Lin Chuan came back to his senses, shook his head, and signaled that they could begin.

But I became alert inside.

This game was suddenly referred to this controversial referee.

It's hard to say what will happen.

We can't take it lightly.

Whoosh!
Basketball waits for no one.

While Lin Chuan was thinking, Foster had already thrown the ball into the sky.

Chandler jumped up immediately.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw that Lin Chuan hadn't fully jumped yet.

I couldn't help but feel secretly delighted.

This guy is still in a daze! I finally got a chance to win a jump ball!
But then, Lin Chuan's legs suddenly exerted force, launching him into the air.

His long arms are like those of a monkey, who was able to catch the basketball first after starting later.

After landing, Chandler only saw Lin Chuan giving him a disdainful look.

Chandler was so angry that his teeth were itching.

The Thunder began to attack.

The ball went around and around and landed in Lin Chuan's hands.

In the inside, Lin Chuan received the ball with his back to the basket.

Chandler behind him was still a little angry because he had just been ridiculed by Lin Chuan.

In order to protect the basket, his movements became bigger.

It was even about to push Lin Chuan forward.

Lin Chuan did not act in a hurry, but glanced at Foster who was standing not far away.

The latter was seen holding a whistle in his mouth, but he showed no intention of blowing it.

It seems that Foster is going to set a grand tone for this game.

Or do you have any other ideas?
Lin Chuan frowned, adjusted the rhythm, threw a powerful shot, and suddenly turned around to avoid Chandler who was actively exerting force.

The other person staggered forward and almost fell.

Lin Chuan made an easy layup.

Back to the defensive end.

Lin Chuan's eyes were fixed on Anthony who was holding the ball.

On his side, Chandler was still fighting with him, trying to get into a good position.

Watching Anthony's continuous attempts and then his sudden pull-up shot.

Durant immediately jumped into the air and used his wingspan that far exceeded his opponent's to block the shot.

The next moment, the whistle in Foster's mouth was blown.

Durant immediately turned around and indicated that he did not hit the opponent.

But Foster's hand pointed at Lin Chuan.

The latter was also stunned for a moment.

I?
Lin Chuan was deeply puzzled. He didn't even move, so how could it be a foul?

"Three seconds."

Foster is succinct.

Only then did Lin Chuan lower his head.

His right foot was always in the paint and hardly moved out.

……

Is this also blowing?
Lin Chuan touched his head.

Such a big move just now can be let go.

But the defensive three seconds was called so decisively?
After thinking for a moment, Lin Chuan accepted it.

Maybe that's just his style of refereeing.

Lin Chuan comforted himself with a few words.

But my inner vigilance increased again.

As long as he doesn't have double standards, everything will be fine.

but if……

Lin Chuan silently moved his feet out of the paint area.

This time, Anthony made a mid-range jump shot.

It was the Thunder's turn to attack again.

This time, Lin Chuan was careful.

He trotted to the frontcourt and occupied the outside of the paint area in advance.

Chandler was stuck inside.

At the same time, I keep adjusting my position.

Keep Chandler in the restricted area at all times and don't let him take a single step out of it.

And didn't realize it.

Let me see if you'll call a three-second defensive call on him.

Scott Foster.

1.

2.

3!

Lin Chuan counted silently in his heart.

Until three seconds!

Nothing happened.

Foster stared intently at Durant who was holding the ball and didn't even look towards the inside.

Oh shit!

Lin Chuan's heart fell to the bottom.

It seems that there is a reason why Old Deng was chosen as the referee of this game.

This guy, is here with a mission?
It's a pity that he greeted me so kindly.

I didn't expect it to be so disgusting. It's obviously double standards.

It's like a Game 7 between the Heat and the Knicks!

In this game, the league hopes New York will win!

Once it was 3:0, the Knicks had no hope of a comeback.

But take David Stern's character.

He is incapable of doing such a thing.

Only that guy.

That disgusting bald guy, Adam Silver would be so blatant.

This guy...has he already stretched his hands so far before he even took office as president?

Lin Chuan's eyes turned cold.

That being the case.

He still wants to win.

And win beautifully.

Not only did he have to live up to his pre-game trash talk, he also beat the Knicks by more than 20 points.

At the same time, it can also slap the alliance in the face.

The faces of these two shameless people, Foster and Adam Silver!
Let them know that hard power can break all conspiracies and tricks!

Even if they use a hundred methods, they will all be wiped out in front of Lin Chuan's overwhelming strength!

Thinking of this, Lin Chuan simply didn't waste time and let Chandler commit a three-second violation in defense.

Anyway, the referee pretended to be blind and didn't see it.

He took a few steps out and shouted to Durant who was looking for an opportunity,
"Here comes the ball!"

(End of this chapter)