basketball never sleeps

Chapter 185 Nothing - except talent; little - except victory! (8K)

Author: I feel restless while bathing

Chapter 185 Nothing - except talent; little - except victory! (8K)

When the red light came on at the end of the game, the lonely and sad wind quickly froze the SBC Arena, while the carnival started on Miami Beach under the starry sky.

The Heat players all rushed to the court. Without the cheers of the home fans, it did not affect them from swimming in the ocean of joy.!

“We are the champions who love Changping people!!”

"Champion! Champion!!"

"We did it, we are champions!!"

Even though they have climaxed thousands of times in their minds, when this moment actually comes, no one can withstand the impact of this joy.

Roaring, bumping, bear hugging, there is nothing gentle about a man's way of celebrating.

Mo Wen also almost failed to withstand it. He was covered with burly men, and there were men on top of men. Being trapped in the middle of the crowd, he naturally became the focus of attention of his teammates.

"Hey, boy, labor and management are also champions!"

Mourning swung his big arms and gave Mo Wen a fierce high-five.

"Yes, old guy, you are the fucking champion!"

The palms of the two of them were a little numb from the slap, but they still happily vented their emotions in this way.

For Mo Wen, basketball has been integrated into his life like eating, drinking, and sleeping, but victory can still bring him the joy and excitement of success.

Suddenly, a pair of arms stretched out from behind Mo Wen, and he picked up Mo Wen with a single effort. Then teammates from all directions rushed over and divided Mo Wen's limbs in three strokes. Mo Wen's screams

Send him to heaven.

In Yangma's commentary room, the excited Director Zhang looked at Mo Wen who was flying up and down, and shouted happily: "Champion, champion, champion again!"

"In the first two years of his career, he won two championships, and he can even win another championship next year. I really can't imagine what achievements he can achieve in the future!?" Xu Jicheng also sighed with emotion.

"Judging from this year's playoffs, Mo Wen's performance can already be called a legend in the basketball world. He won the NBA championship as a core player. This is historic and groundbreaking for Chinese basketball and even Asian basketball.

, looking at the history of world basketball... it has had an all-round and profound impact!" Sun Zhengping, who had made some preparations, suddenly forgot the words in the middle of memorizing it. Fortunately, he managed to catch it with his skillful hosting skills.

On the court, when the scene cooled down a bit, the Spurs players also said their final goodbyes to the Heat players under the arrangement of the league.

Without the dull presence, the handshakes and hugs after the game felt a little less interesting.

"You played well today, Parker - in the summer, practice shooting. Shaq has an excuse not to practice shooting because of your performance."

"Come on, Manu. I hope to see you again next year. It's easy to play ball with you... I'm happy."

"You did it...not bad, Horry. Forget it, if your daughter hadn't been on the sidelines, I would have killed you today. Also, I have accepted your record."

"..."

Mo Wen considers himself to be a good talker. Anyway, all the Spurs players he hugged and greeted have come out of their jade mode and regained their fighting spirit.

At the end, Popovich looked like he wanted to die with someone with a sullen face. Mo Wen hesitated for a second and observed that there was nothing in Popovich's waistband.

"Map of China" before leaning over.

"You guys did a good job... Also, give me my regards to Tim."

"Oh, stop acting like this. You are as dirty as you are, but you still deserve to win the championship?" Popovich gritted his teeth and said hatefully in Mo Wen's ear.

Hearing this, Mo Wen laughed so much that his shoulders twitched.

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"Don't say that, I will be very sad. Guess, where did I learn these things?"

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth, I hope your dirty hands can still hold that trophy." Popovich never loses when he loses. The eyes on his hooked nose seem to be looking directly into Mo Wen's heart.

"I don't know...which one are you referring to?" Mo Wen looked at Popovich without taking a step back.

Dirty? Others say it’s fine, but if you say it, it really doesn’t count.

How can you eat a burger without getting your hands dirty?

To borrow the words of the 24th generation leader of the United States: My heart and actions are as clear as a mirror, and everything I do is righteous.

The conversation between the two did not last long because both of them knew.

This matter is not over yet.

"If TD is not injured, the Spurs actually have a chance. The Spurs and Heat played back and forth in G3, and the Spurs performed well during the time when Wade was injured... It's all because of that damn Laettner.

His flagrant foul ruined the Spurs' possibility of winning the championship. I hope TD can recover soon. We must take revenge next year!"

Listening to the sound coming from the local radio station, Duncan coughed twice. The feeling of weakness came to his heart again. His brain and back hurt again from the shaking of the cough, so he had no choice but to turn off the radio.

Wade, who was in another hospital, was very excited at first when watching the championship scene on TV. He even edited a bunch of celebratory text messages and sent them to his teammates.

But as the excitement of winning the championship faded away, his teammates on TV could enjoy the spotlight and camera, while he could only watch TV under the soft and cold light of the ward, and his happiness suddenly became unparalleled.

Damn Bowen, he must listen to Mo Wen and practice shooting in the summer...oh no, it's an elbow.

Looking at Mo Wen, who was surrounded by stars as if holding the moon, he clenched his fists and made up his mind.

Next year, he will also stand there, and he will also stand in the C position!

The O'Brien Cup followed Stern slowly to the middle of the court, and the Heat players who had been excited for the first round became restless again.

Except for Mo Wen, O'Neal, and Steve Smith, it was the first time for all the players at the scene to have such close contact with the "hot" championship trophy.

Ao Pang, who has won three championship trophies, originally wanted to pretend to be familiar with the road, but he couldn't help himself. He still overestimated his ability to manage emotions and danced in front of the camera, as happy as a 300-pound child.

Amidst the boos from the few remaining fans, Stern took the microphone, his face glowing red, and it was obvious that he was quite satisfied with the result of today's game.

Stern was very happy at the beginning of this round of finals. The showdown between O'Brien and Duncan ensured the local box office, the Spurs' five-nation team, and the Heat's "Chinese Core" ensured the NBA's international popularity.

Judging from the ratings of the first two games, the NBA really won this year's finals.

Unfortunately, G3, the dirty tricks on both sides almost ruined everything.

Fortunately, neither player has suffered any serious illness that will affect his career. Otherwise, the positive image of the NBA that he has finally established may be challenged again.

It's also a good confession to end it early.

"First of all, I would like to thank the San Antonio Spurs for the wonderful performance you brought to us. Although you failed to win in the fierce competition, you showed the fighting spirit..."

"Ahem, then let's congratulate the Miami Heat for winning the championship in the 2004-2005 season. Congratulations!"

In the past, team owner Mickey Arison, who had no sense of presence, stood at the forefront. Although it seemed that he did nothing, he paid for the team.

Shipping king Arison is a very shrewd person in business, but he is quite generous in private. For example, when he recruited Riley, in addition to the shares, he also invested in the real estate that Riley bought in New York at the time. After this year's season,

The Heat's bonus for winning the game was reported in accordance with the league's regular level, but privately he also promised to take the players to his luxury cruise ship for unlimited fun after winning the championship.

Then the trophy was handed over to Dafan and Riley.

Finally, it's the players' turn.

Aopang was not as boring as the two people in front of him. He held the trophy in one hand and made an "OK" gesture with the other hand. Then, he turned his hand and popped out his index finger, and then shook it repeatedly in front of the camera for emphasis.

"I don't seem to understand. What does Shaq mean?"

In the commentary room, Buckley pretended to be confused and looked at the magician next to him.

The magician smiled and waved his hands, but did not dare to speak nonsense.

"I know what you want to say, but I will not speak ill of my employer. There are actually very complicated reasons for Shaq's departure. I have talked about this many times and I don't want to talk about it anymore. I have a very good relationship with Shaq.

I have never doubted his dominance, but you have to understand that the Heat's current success is inseparable from Shaq, and it is also inseparable from the efforts of the other two star outsiders. For example, this year's FMVP should not be Shaq.

Gram’s.”

Magic successfully turned the topic from O'Neal to Mo Wen, who received the trophy after O'Neal, but one person's attention was not diverted.

In front of the TV in a mansion in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles, a man with a shaved haircut was gritting his teeth, clenching his fists, breathing hard, and doing vigorous chest expansion exercises.

Vanessa, who had just put her daughter to sleep, witnessed all this and sighed helplessly.

After turning off the TV, grabbing a few pieces of clothing and sneakers and stuffing them into his training bag, Kobe picked up his car keys and headed out.

I wasn't surprised when I heard footsteps behind me.

"I'm going to the gym to train and I'll be back late. You don't have to wait for me. Just go to bed by yourself first!"

"Don't put so much pressure on yourself, honey."

Kobe shook his head firmly, "Ah hoo - you don't understand, no matter what, I can't lose to him... lose to him for the second time!"

Just when Kobe was about to go out and turned around to give his wife a farewell kiss, he saw Vanessa wearing O'Neal's jersey, leaning against the wall and licking her lips.

"Vanessa, you..."

Reason told Kobe that women would only affect his shooting speed, but the pressure was too much.

"Aren't you going to train?" Vanessa asked knowingly with a smile as she was picked up.

"It's okay, I'll go back later."

People with good physical fitness can always do more things.

Back to the court.

Scanning the big lip print on the trophy, Mo Wen calmly moved to the other side, leaving traces, and then gestured "Yeah!" to the camera.

The trophies I earned, I don’t know why, they always feel lighter than the ones I earned last year.

Maybe there’s less drool on the trophy?

Forget it, set a small goal and get an O'Brien Cup next time.

Wade, who was biting his fingers in envy in front of the screen, suddenly felt targeted again.

MD, fortunately, the employee was injured. If he was not injured, what should we do now?

He stretched out his hand to make a "1" sign and turned it around. No matter how he looked at it, he felt it was low.

These two bad-intentioned bitches.

He put away his index finger and gave Mo Wen and Ao Pang a big middle finger on the screen.

The third person to receive the trophy was Mourning. Mourning was embarrassed at first, but apart from Wade, he is the only one who is qualified to receive the trophy in this order.

His statistics are not very eye-catching, but he should be the most hard-working player on the Heat team besides Wade, and the player who best fits Riley's so-called "iron-blooded spirit."

Mourning held the trophy with trembling hands, as if it weighed as much as a thousand pounds.

Seeing this scene, many old Heat fans gathered near the American Airlines Arena couldn't help crying.

The trophy was passed one by one among the other Heat players, and was finally handed back to Mourning.

The next program is the FMVP lottery draw.

Domestic fans also looked a little nervously at the small envelope that was handed to Stern.

There are votes from 11 "neutral" media, and their voting results determine the winner of tonight's FMVP.

Stern also suddenly slowed down his tone just like in the draft, and his movements in opening envelopes also suddenly slowed down.

When Mo Wen scored 20 points, 22 assists, 8 rebounds, 8 steals and 1 block in G4 just now, a double-double and a near-quadruple-double, there was no suspense anymore.

A quasi-quadruple-double is a bit conceptual, but the key is 22 assists, which is an incredible number.

Prior to this, the single-game assist record in the Finals was Magic's 21 assists in the 1984 Finals.

22 assists in a single game would rank third even in the entire playoff history, second only to Stockton's two 24 assists in a single game.

The eight steals also broke the single-game steal record in the Finals, and this record was set by Horry in the 1995 Finals.

Many people didn't pay attention at first.

Even Mo Wen did not count these data carefully today, because most people are still concerned about more specific and intuitive data such as scores.

After winning the championship, everyone was more and more excited, and no one cared about these statistics.

But just because the players don't care doesn't mean that the media who like to mingle details don't care.

After breaking two Finals records in one night, even a few media outlets who were optimistic about O'Neal could not vote against their will.

Even if you brush it, the data is scary. What's more, this is the finals, how can you have the chance to brush it?

In the finals, he averaged 24 points, 15 assists, 8.5 rebounds, 4.3 steals and 1 block per game.

Shooting percentage: 50.5%, three-point shooting percentage: 42.5%, free throw percentage: 91%

When this data was obtained, the entire TNT studio fell into a brief silence, and then everyone's eyes were focused on the magician.

Only magicians have produced similar data.

In 1987, Magic, who had been in the league for eight years, averaged 26 points, 13 assists, 8 rebounds and 2.3 steals in the Finals series with the Celtics. (0.3 is about 0.25)

Magic shook his head slowly. He remembered the finals very clearly as the pinnacle of his career. Apart from scoring, his other statistics were also outperformed by Mo Wen.

He won't suffer in terms of shooting percentage, but the problem is that after he got AIDS, he didn't have three-pointers before he came back.

For a moment, everyone in the entire commentary room gasped.

Hiss——

This guy is so scary!

As a second grader, he was able to do something that even a peak magician could not do.

Is this the magic bird combination?

Stockton's successor, what Stockton?

Don't come and get involved! Don't come and get involved!

Of course, everyone knows that the most eye-catching assists and steals here are actually largely averaged by G4's eye-catching data.

He played a few games, and when he wasn't stretching his hips, he still had one highlight, so it would be damned if the data wasn't good.

O'Brien averaged 25.5 points, 12.3 rebounds and 2.8 blocks per game and slapped many media and fans who thought he was old and useless. After all, he only had 26 points and 10 rebounds under the care of the Pistons' Wallace package last year.

It would have been competitive before, but with Mo Wen's Zhuyu at the forefront, the data is still a little less impactful.

And in terms of the impression on the court, it is definitely the perimeter player who always holds the ball that gets the most attention.

After OK's last two championships, why did Kobe, who evolved into a dual-core ball-handler, fail to get 1FMVP votes?

Mainly because O'Brien's statistics are too exaggerated - 33+16 in 2001 and 36+12 in 2002. Looking at the entire NBA history, only Danzi can compete with O'Brien in terms of statistics during the Lakers era.

After Stern opened the envelope, he raised his eyebrows. He was obviously a little surprised by the voting result, but... it makes sense if he thinks about it carefully.

"This FMVP is to select the best and strongest player from the strongest team in the NBA. Last year, Mo Wen played as the sixth man on the team and was the strongest player on the bench.

Player, this year Mo Wen, as the core of the starting lineup, played so well in several games of the finals, I guess he should be the FMVP." Director Zhang explained to the fans in front of the TV.

Leitner glanced from the back of the team in a daze.

He was wondering if anyone would vote for him. After all, although he only played for a few minutes in the finals, he still made a great contribution...

"The winner of the 2004-2005 Finals MVP is...More WIN!!"

The Chinese fans in front of the TV didn't react at first, but when they saw Mo Wen and O'Neal hugging each other, they understood what was going on and roared excitedly.

Director Zhang just said, FMVP is the strongest player of the strongest team, no need to round up, king of kings, doesn’t this mean that Mo Wen is already the strongest player in the NBA?

In Mo Wen's hometown, Mo's father sipped a small cup of white wine into his stomach with a smile on his face and couldn't close his mouth.

"Ha--it's not bad. I finally got ahead."

Mo Wen's grandfather also took a sip and stroked his beard, then turned around and walked out the door, waving his cattail leaf fan.

"Just like that, I have long understood that he just led the Chinese people to defeat the Chinese people. When he can lead the Chinese people to defeat the Chinese people, he will be successful."

"Ada, didn't Xiaowen lead the Chinese team last summer?" Father Mo said with a smile.

"You haven't made any money after doing this, why don't you go back and put a bronze statue in the ancestral hall?" The old man snorted and wandered towards the street. As soon as he stepped out of the door, the old man's chest

He stood up even more erect, and the little bit of dissatisfaction he had just pretended turned into a proud smile.

The FMVP trophy has not been named after Russell at this time, so it was still presented by Stern himself.

"Congratulations, kid!"

The smile on Stern's face is genuine, but not pure.

On the one hand, he is imagining the benefits of the huge Chinese market. On the other hand, the MVP and FMVP are both won by international players. This internationalization is advancing a bit too fast.

He hugged Mo Wen and looked at LeBron, who was still watching the excitement from the sidelines.

Ajan is not just wandering around with the Heat during this period.

He learned the "higher rules" by watching the battles of "powerful men" - speaking human words and learning the experience of winning in the playoffs.

Although he failed to make the playoffs in the past two seasons, he has a hunch that he will definitely make it next season.

"If Mo Wen can do it, I can do it too!"

When he was young, the little emperor still had the confidence to live up to his nickname.

"In the summer, we must let the team do something like this...forget it, Wade will do it too."

When Boozer left, he still felt that as long as he was strong enough, he could lead the team to the playoffs without any help like Jordan, but now it seems that times have changed.

Mo Wen has had two romantic nights with the "goddess of success", but he has been blocked by Mama Sang. He has not even entered the tea room and can only listen to her. It is really torture.

Mo Wen has finally caught up. Although the FMVP trophy has not been renamed, it has just been redesigned this year. Last year, Billups' trophy was just a basketball screwed onto a large wooden base.

And the one he had in his hand had already become the version that everyone was familiar with later on, which was much more pleasing to the eye.

So, what is standing in front of you now is——

2004 Eastern Conference Champion; Championship;

2005 All-NBA Second Team; All-Defensive Second Team; Most Improved Player;

2005 Eastern Conference Champion; Championship;

2005 season FMVP winner——

Mo-smell!!

Tsk, how should I put it, the title is a bit short, it has no internal flavor, and something is missing.

For example: MVP, one defense and one defense, and the legendary... Western Conference Finals floor?

If there is a trophy, then there is an acceptance speech——

"First of all, I would like to thank my teammates. As a rookie who has only been in the league for two years, I can continuously join two of the best teams in the league. I don't think anyone can be luckier than me."

"I don't have much talent, and I'm not the hardest working one on the team. To put it more bluntly, I often discuss with Shaq how to skip the training session that day."

"I know you always compare some weird people...or animals with Coach Van Gundy, but you don't know that since entering the playoffs, he has never slept before three o'clock, every detail of the game.

, he will study it most thoroughly, and some work is actually not visible to everyone."

Da Fan, who had been looking silly and happy just now, had a little wet eyes, and when the camera cut to him, he made a gesture of taking off his hat and saluting.

"Dwyane, who is still injured in the hospital, do you know what my biggest wish is in the Heat? It is that I can come earlier than him. Almost every time I enter the arena, his towel is already in

Soaked state."

Wade in front of the hospital bed bit his lip and looked away.

"As for Shaq, I went out with him one day on vacation, and he stood and watched for half an hour in front of his favorite donut shop. I guarantee that there were no Riley, Riley employees, or Riley's surveillance around at that time, but he

I drank two bottles of Gatorade and refused to go in and spend a cent - later, my nutritionist told me that one bottle of Gatorade has the same calories as three donuts."

Ao Pang tilted his head, stared with big eyes and opened his mouth, pretending that his faith had collapsed, and squatted on the ground with his hands in the air.

"Alonzo, UD, Rasul, Damon, Christine (Laettner), Dazhi... It can be said that everyone has devoted all their efforts and efforts for this championship."

"I always ask myself, Mo, what have you got? What have you done for this team?"

Mo Wen smiled and pursed his lips, and paused in everyone's expectation.

After 5 seconds, Stern next to him was getting anxious.

Mo Wencai slowly spoke.

"Nothing - except talent; little - except victory!"

quiet--

quiet--

Wow——

About 30% of the San Antonio fans who have not left were a little disgusted by the sensational and sensible words in the first half, but this ending...

Explode!

The media who had interviewed Mo Wen before seemed to have drunk strong drinks, showing expressions of both pain and enjoyment.

Ao Pang, who was squatting on the ground, lay down directly this time.

This young man now is incomparable, incomparable!

Next to him, Stern suddenly felt the urge to kneel down and beg Mo Wen to get his green card.

Humility may be a virtue, but in competitive sports, confidence is the most charming thing.

"Ahem, just kidding, I actually made a lot of sacrifices. After all, I have been single for two years for these two championships."

Before Mo Wen finished speaking, Catherine, who was in the player's family area, hugged her chest and took two steps forward.

She tilted her head, wrinkled her nose, and pursed her red lips. Not only was she angry, her eyes were also filled with mist.

"Of course, don't worry, everyone, I already have my goal. I just don't know if she will agree. I hope my love will go as smoothly as this year's finals."

Mo Wen glanced around and shrugged amid cheers and applause.

He didn't pay special attention to Catherine. She was just a student. Although she had a prominent background, he didn't know if she was willing to be exposed to the public so early.

Stern, whose palms were trembling slightly, suddenly felt an urge.

Next year, he must give Mo Wen another FMVP trophy.

···

Rain, golden rain.

Champagne is never meant for drinking.

The intoxicating thing is never the wine, but the stories.

Those vigorous grievances and hatreds are just scenery after all.

Those boring, endless daily routines are the way.

Champagne sprays to the ceiling because sweat soaks the floor.

Back in the locker room, the Heat players finally had time to talk about their efforts.

Under the guidance and cover of veteran O'Neill, Mo Wen found a peaceful place.

The FMVP trophy is at his feet, and his hands are hugging the girl's slender waist.

"Aren't we already lovers? Why do you still say that?"

The girl was quite dissatisfied with Mo Wen's teasing just now.

"Does the confession on ICQ really count as lovers?"

Putting his head on the girl's forehead, Mo Wen showed a naughty smile.

"Show some sincerity, girl, I'm a big star now!"

"Didn't you just say that you wanted to confess to me? You also said that you wanted to see if I agreed..."

Catherine lowered her head unwillingly, then raised her face with a blush.

"Humph, what are you thinking about? I won't say that. Instead, I will wait for someone to confess to me. I will promise her. Do you believe that my phone call, my agent's phone call, and even the Heat's phone call will all be blocked tonight?

Explode."

"Would you like me to list for you the female celebrities or socialites who have confessed to me on TV shows or online in the past two months? If I asked them to line up, they would be able to line up from Miami to Orlando. Do you believe it?"

Catherine took a breath, she couldn't argue because it was the truth.

"Then why didn't you agree to them?" The little girl still refused to give up.

"Listen, I will give you 10 seconds to think about what may be the most important decision in your life. Now start counting, 10...9..."

Mo Wen retracted his arm, raised his head, and started counting down without wanting to explain anything.

Catherine, who had been pampered since she was a child, had never seen such a scumbag's PUA routine, and was blinded. It wasn't until Mo Wen slowed down and counted within 5 that she recovered.

She stretched out her arms and hooked Mo Wen's neck. It was a bit difficult for her, who was only 175, to reach Mo Wen's lips even though she was a whole head short.

Uh--

It's sweet and soft, and soft and greasy.

"That's my answer."

Catherine, who was tired from tiptoeing, reluctantly opened her arms and looked at Mo Wen gently but firmly.

As if she thought of something, she turned around again, but did not leave.

"Then it's time for you to make your choice."

Mo Wen scratched his head, why did he suddenly feel guilty?

Taking a deep breath and suppressing his beating heart, Mo Wen stretched out his arms to hug the girl again.

Lift her chin up.

Lower your head.

···

"Where did Mo go?"

A bunch of reporters looked at the packed locker room with confusion in their eyes.

Where did such a big Mo Wen and such a big FMVP go?

O'Neal, who had been asked countless times where Mo was, lit the remaining cigar that was not soaked, took a deep puff, and said meaningfully:

"He's picking his own grave."

reporter:???

Fortunately, reporters caught Mo Wen at the press conference, otherwise someone might have called the police and reported that Mo Wen was missing.

The night of winning the championship is always so long and beautiful.

But no matter how good the banquet is, it will come to an end at some point.

The reporters exhausted their film and memory cards, packed up the night with satisfaction, and gradually left the stadium.

After the noise died down, the hoarse voices of the players in the locker room were still talking about themselves, but the content had changed from just now to tomorrow.

Although there is still some noise, a sense of tranquility flows in the hearts of the players.

Mourning held the trophy and stared blankly at the ceiling.

The joy and excitement dissipated, but tears welled up again for no apparent reason.

That was his past suffering, sorrow and cowardice.

He grinned and gritted his teeth, trying his best to restrain himself.

But how can the rain in the clear sky be stopped by the palm of my hand?

A reporter who was about to leave noticed this scene and raised his camera to record it.

Mo Wen, who noticed this, quickly ran over and covered the lens.

He used the index finger of his other hand to shush the photographer in front of him, signaling him to stay quiet.

Then he grabbed Haslem's towel next to him and threw it accurately into Mourning's face.

Then he moved his palm away and signaled to reporters to please go ahead.

When Mourning appeared in the camera again, the towel covered the upper half of his face, leaving only his grinning mouth and the "sweat" flowing down.

Why the update time is delayed again and again, probably because I can find extraordinary stimulation from the sense of immorality of procrastinating.

As a person who is currently idle, I sat in front of the computer in the morning. I couldn’t finish the game in one minute. I had no inspiration at all. I spent two sentences in three hours. Before three o’clock in the afternoon (updated time yesterday), I had no inspiration at all. I was so sleepy. I spent two sentences in three hours.

, after three o'clock...there are so many inspirations that I can't remember them all! I haven't eaten yet!

There is no way, I also know that irregular updates will definitely affect subscriptions, but I don’t want to rush like when I put it on the shelves, MD, maybe this is life...

(End of chapter)