basketball never sleeps

Chapter 199 Dreams and Dreamlessness

Author: I feel restless while bathing

Chapter 199 Dreams and Dreamlessness

In the noisy Toyota Center, a young black guy who didn't look too young was holding the trophy that symbolized the All-Star MVP in the center of the stadium, accepting the admiration of the media and fans.

His hard-working performance in the first half won applause from the audience; in the third quarter, his command was decisive, leading the team step by step out of the quagmire of being 21 points behind;

In the team's life-or-death moment, he successfully interfered twice and prevented McGrady's desperate shot, maintaining the 2-point lead until the end.

In the end, under his leadership, the Eastern team defeated the Western team, which was in significantly better shape. His performance of 30+6+3 in 32 minutes also brought him the first MVP trophy of his career.

"In the game, I just want to go all out, shoot hard, attack the frame, and rebound. I use all my abilities. As for the 'MVP', I don't care, I just want to win the game."

"I was surprised to win the AMVP at the age of 21. I want to thank my teammates. They worked hard with me to win the final victory for us. We were able to win by one point even though we were 21 points behind.

To recover one point and finally complete the comeback, this is definitely the most unforgettable game I have ever experienced!"

"Personal honors don't mean everything to me. In my opinion, if the team can succeed, personal honors will naturally follow. Today, team success and personal honors are a double blessing. I made a lot of money!"

He was smiling and talking in front of the camera, and the "Chosen One" tattoo under his jersey seemed to be shining brightly, making his image even greater.

The colorful ribbons floating down in the sky are like the holy light from heaven, accompanied by music to crown him.

Everything that is beautiful does not seem real.

The footage of the temporary interview was removed, and before leaving the game, James approached the players from both sides and began to hug them one by one.

The smile never left his face.

until--

The last three people are left...

Wade: "Sorry, James, I hope this trophy makes you feel better."

Mo Wen: "Let the past pass. We have to look forward to the future. Now, do you feel great now?"

O'Neal: "Come on, the future is yours."

The smile disappeared from his face, and some painful memory seemed to have broken through the seal and resurfaced in his mind. He didn't want to recall it, but he was subconsciously thinking about what it was.

"Well done, Mr. 58 points!"

"You know how to fight hard this time. Why were you beaten by 58 points in the first place?"

"It's amazing, the king of subjugation who scored 58 points actually stood up again!"

The fans on the sidelines pressed the speakers with both hands and shouted "confession" to him loudly, but their words were full of sarcasm.

A kind of sadness and anger emerged from the bottom of his heart, and the sound of 58 was like a match in the darkness, igniting the last layer of fig leaf in his dark heart.

No, labor and management don’t have 58, go to hell with 58!

As he roared hysterically and made exaggerated movements like baring his teeth and claws, the scene in front of him dispersed like flowing clouds.

The hustle and bustle of the All-Star Game is gone, and everything has returned to his familiar arena.

The feeling of suffocation and deathly silence filled his brain again.

The head wrapped in a towel was still dripping with sweat.

Amidst the chaotic footsteps on the field, you can vaguely hear the vain angles of your teammates.

He raised his head drowsily, and the score difference on the big screen was dazzling and despairing.

58 points?

How on earth is this done?!

What frightened him even more was that the game was not over yet.

He looked towards the sidelines, and the fans' tears gathered into streams, flowing along the steps from the stands into the stadium.

Some seats were empty, some had fans slumped on their seats like wet tacos, and some had fans who had turned into skeletons, still retaining the look of disbelief with their heads held in their hands.

His strong and muscular body seemed to have been drained of all energy, just like a scrapped old car. He could only stay in place, feeling all this with a despairing heart.

He used his last bit of strength to freeze his head in a position where he was looking up at the score difference. Looking at the beating numbers, the despair in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Finally, the referee blew the whistle, and his inner despair was maximized at this moment.

His shrewd brain calculated the terrible score difference in a few seconds.

No no no...no~~~!

The lost strength emerged from his limbs again.

NO!!!

In a mansion in Cleveland, on a large custom-made bed, the strong male owner grabbed the sheets tightly, almost using all his strength, and roared angrily.

The crow outside the window fluttered its wings and flew away. The hostess on the bed was also frightened and screamed. On the children's bed not far away, the little baby who had just turned one year old was also awakened by the roar and began to cry in confusion.

In panic, the hostess turned on the bedroom light.

The dazzling light allowed James to see the familiar and relaxing ceiling again.

Within a few breaths everything seemed to have returned to calm.

The screams of the men and women stopped, leaving only the cry of the child on the other side.

"Honey, what happened?"

After seeing that there was no danger or accident around her, the hostess breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the man with a frown.

Shaking his head and looking at everything familiar, James panted hard while thinking about what he had just thought about.

"A nightmare."

He wiped the sweat off his head and patted his face vigorously with both hands.

The pain made him feel very relieved.

It was too real, he couldn't tell the difference, really couldn't tell...

The woman who got the answer did not ask any more questions, but comforted the child on the other side.

James, who was still in a daze, picked up the clock on the bedside table - three o'clock in the morning.

He lay back on the bed, and the uneasiness in his sleep came to him again.

Pick up the phone.

A missed text message was sent exactly 5 minutes ago.

When I clicked it open, it was an apology from Melon.

[Sorry, brother, I was drunk just now. I vaguely remember what bad things I said to you. Those were not my intentions. I hope you can understand. I will buy you a drink next time I come to Denver to apologize to you...

…]

After patting his head, James finally remembered where his uneasiness came from.

After watching the game, he calculated the time to call and comfort Anthony, but he didn't want Anthony, who had drunk a lot of horse urine, to give him a show of true love, a set of "Fake Squid, James" x20,

I gave him the treatment directly, thinking that I had made some mistake.

Later, under the guidance of James, Anthony's sanity finally returned for three minutes.

In just three minutes of communication, it was like James saw Anthony's broken heart.

As a victim of being beaten by the Heat by 30 to 40 points, James can completely understand Anthony's feelings and empathize with them.

Therefore, even if he was accidentally injured by Anthony just now, James didn't take it to heart.

After lying on the bed for a while, the uneasy feeling still lingered.

Why?

Because the Heat's next opponent will be them!

Although he and Anthony were separated by more than half the United States, the juice from the smashed melon still splashed all over his face.

With the Heat in this state, the Cavaliers are under a lot of pressure.

Although the Nuggets are still lagging behind this year, they are still a team that will definitely make the playoffs in the Eastern Conference.

Think about it, the Heat even used all substitutes in the final game and still beat them by 58 points.

Beast, beast, devil!

The Cavaliers have already played against the Heat once this season, but in that game, Reed sprained his ankle and lacked an outside attacker. James could only hold on for half a game before being forced to surrender.

Although Reid is back now, if the Heat can still be in this state...

Thinking about it, James felt that the soft spring bed was covered with needles and he could no longer lie down.

After saying sorry to his wife, he put on his sports bag and drove to the arena against the biting cold wind.

To his surprise, the lights in the arena were still on.

The slightly warm training hall had revealed that the person had been here for some time.

"Hey, why are you here? Sure enough, you couldn't sleep after watching the game, LeBron?"

Reed, who was dripping with sweat, came over and gave James a hug.

"I fell asleep and just had another nightmare."

James joked about what happened to him in his sleep, successfully making Reid laugh.

"It's really interesting, but I feel like you're a little too worried. Although we're not as good as the Heat, we certainly won't lose that much to them. James, don't underestimate yourself."

Reid wanted to relieve James' anxiety, but he forgot that he was obviously a lost lamb who couldn't sleep and came out to practice.

There are only two people in the arena, so there is not so much hypocrisy and politeness.

James didn't want to talk openly like that during the day, so he just replied "thank you".

In the deserted arena, the two of them looked at each other in silence, and both smiled bitterly.

"Do you think we still have a chance this year, Michael?" James held the ball and stood outside the three-point line, practicing meaningless three-pointers.

Reed rubbed his eyes that were a little red from staying up late, looked up at the empty ceiling, and didn't reply directly, but thought for a moment.

"If you have a chance, don't be intimidated by them. They are very strong, but you are not weak either. You are the most talented player in the league. As long as you improve your skills, no one will be your opponent."

"The Pistons and Heat are both championship teams, and they are both very strong, but we are not weak either. Don't forget that the last team with two top ten scorers established a dynasty!"

Reed's confidence is not without reason. Just like OK complements each other, his and James' characteristics also complement each other.

You Zhan is still in a stage where playing depends entirely on his body, and technically he only has breakthroughs and ball distribution.

He is rough, but with his talent here, it will be misplaced for anyone he hits, and it is really not that easy to defend.

His weaknesses are also obvious. He can't guarantee his shooting percentage if he leaves the basket, and he can't use mid-range and three-pointers to punish the opponent's retreating defense.

As for Reid, his mid- and long-range shooting last season was more efficient than Kobe and Ray Allen. His three-point shooting is not top-notch, but it is still top-notch.

His problem is that his ball-playing ability is too poor. He started out as a scorer in the early stages of his career. The year before he officially became the team leader, his teammates were Payton, Ray Allen and Cassell, all of whom had good ball-playing abilities.

The defender does not need him to play the ball.

It is said that Kobe and Iverson are unique, but in fact, both Kobe and Iverson have good ball-playing abilities. Their teammates are almost helpless. Reed, as the core of the perimeter, averaged 20+ points per game in 6 seasons, but

He has only had more than 3 assists in one season, and he can be said to be one of the players who least uses his scoring influence.

In terms of division of labor, there are two players, one inside and one outside. One can score suddenly and radiate to the whole team, and the other can catch and shoot from the outside or force a solution.

Plus a [Love without the three-point version] Big Z.

This lineup combination cannot be more reasonable at this point in time.

So far, they are only one win behind the Pistons, who were first in the league in time and space and now second in the league, which has fully demonstrated their dominance.

Before the start of the season, when Mo Wen saw the Cavaliers' lineup, he thought that there was a high possibility that he would have to compete with James in the Eastern Conference Finals this year.

In the original time and space, Larry Hughes only played 3 games in the Eastern Conference semifinals due to injury, and James, whose whistle was still as good as his nephew's, fought the Pistons to the tiebreaker.

Now Hughes has been replaced by Reed, who has a better compatibility with Ajan. Even if the Pistons have more role players because of him, it is difficult to say that they can get a favor from Ajan.

However, the failure experience of falling in front of the playoffs in the past two years has left Ajan's self-confidence in a state of compression.

Now, let alone comparing himself to the crown, he would be very happy to be selected in the second round.

"Last night, Carmelo and I called, and he told me not to give the Heat a chance." Ajan did not accept Reid's expectations, and instead talked about the exchange with Anthony on the phone last night.

"It's impossible. The Heat don't talk about those stars who are hugging their legs. We can't completely restrict the Big Three."

Reid is very good at his defense. Although he is not small in size, his defensive ability and defensive habits are not very good. Both Wade and Mo Wen can find breakthroughs from him. He wants to practice,

But technology is not something that can be practiced in a day or two.

"No, he is not talking about defense." James shook his head. "He is talking about surrender. Surrender must be decisive and fast. If you see that the momentum is not right, you must not give them a chance to score points..."

Reed: "..."

…

January 16, 10 am.

The buzzing phone woke up those who were still in bed.

In a daze, Mo Wen crossed two mountains and got the phone.

"You're late again, Mo. It's already 10 o'clock. Do you plan to come back after lunch?"

Listening to Da Fan's helpless voice on the other end of the phone, Mo Wen didn't have much emotion and even yawned.

"If possible, I plan to go after a nap. I don't have much time. It would be a big loss if I don't use up the leave application note that Riley gave me as soon as possible.

Besides, these two days happen to be Chinese New Year, and the biological clock for rest has been engraved in our genes, so we have to sleep in these two days."

As he said this, Mo Wen still got up from the bed.

Thanks to the angle of the sun at low latitudes, although there is a small gap in the curtains, the sunlight reading politely stops in front of the bed.

After kicking off the stockings of extremely poor quality, Mo Wen began to look for clothing to cover her body.

"I really don't understand why you suddenly became so lazy. Come here early in the afternoon. The coaching staff and management team have to discuss some signing matters. Riley also wants to hear your thoughts."

"Come on, it's good for everyone if I'm a little lazy. If you don't believe it, Riley didn't say anything. Just wait for me to have lunch and I'll be there in a while."

After hanging up the phone, Mo Wen patted Catherine's buttocks. His original intention was to take back the boxer briefs that were underneath her, but he didn't expect her to be too sensible and move her upper legs.

A chain of tasks was unlocked inexplicably.

An hour later, Mo Wen came downstairs with a slightly tired body and energetic spirit to enjoy the breakfast arranged previously.

It’s another Spring Festival where I can’t go back home.

However, fortunately, he received a pretty good gift during the Spring Festival——

[Signal Jammer Type I]: Can block signals from unknown sources within 120 hours.

(Note 1: You can choose to force stop during use, and the item will be scrapped immediately after stopping) (Note 2: Please use with caution)

This is a prop he got in the recent [Hell Dungeon]. He was a little confused at first and didn't know what this thing was for. When he tried using it, he didn't feel anything different.

He thought that all his hard work was in vain, but the next morning, Mo Wen found out to his surprise that he seemed to have no memory of last night's copy.

In other words, the copy space was temporarily blocked by him, and he got his sleep back for the first time!

Although the copy space has proved that sleep in the narrow sense is not necessary for him, Mo Wen still wants to enjoy the happiness that ordinary people can enjoy.

That feeling of sleeping and dreaming that he had lost for 2 years.

It’s meaningless and a waste of time, but... it’s fun!

Every day when he closes his eyes, it's the game, and when he opens his eyes, it's basketball. Even if he has developed a habit, he still feels a little bit desperate in his heart.

The emperor has three thousand beauties in his harem, so he doesn't have to turn over his cards every day.

You have to give Jill a holiday.

He acts like a pervert in the dungeon every day, learning to sit and forget the Tao. He is really afraid that one day he will confuse reality with the dungeon.

Although the props only last for 5 days, and the explosion rate is not high at present, there is always hope for this day, right?

Based on the refresh rate of the Hell dungeon and his current clearance rate of about 40%, he can probably clear it once or twice a month.

But this is not enough.

He still has to work hard to become stronger, clear the hell dungeon 100% as much as possible, and then generate more blockers to get more holidays for himself!

But why does this routine sound so much like having to study hard to get out of school?

…

In the afternoon, as soon as he arrived outside the locker room door, Mo Wen heard two screams coming from inside.

Through the crack in the door, Mo Wen could clearly see a nearly naked big black fat man wearing only a Japanese-style crotch cloth, holding Wade down in a not very standard wrestling posture.

Pick up the bag, close your eyes, turn around and leave.

He felt that he needed to ask Riley for a mental damage fee and eyewash money.

Ao Pang is a pervert, and he usually comes to training wearing pants and socks. As a result, Riley recently hired a sumo teacher for Ao Pang in order to cooperate with the TV station to improve the program effect.

This is equivalent to giving Ao Pang a reasonable excuse to release his perverted personality - to practice sumo wrestling.

O'Pang actually had a lot of fun, but the rest of the Heat suffered a lot.

Think about a 300-pound naked man who will always stick to you, press you down and rub you, push you against the wall and spank you.

Not to mention the experience, when the onlookers watch from the sidelines, they feel very shocked...

Even if you know he is straight, you can still think wrongly.

Run to the second floor.

The meeting Da Fan mentioned has been held for some time.

Riley glanced at Mo Wen and thought for a while before holding back his anger.

He just threw a stack of player reports over and motioned for him to take a look.

There's nothing interesting to look at. These marginal players are mainly free agents who haven't found a job yet, or they are small characters who have no role in other teams.

The Heat are living a prosperous life, but other teams are not having a good time. Their traffic has been sucked away by the Heat. Ordinary players with some ability cannot be released to the Heat even if they fall into the river.

To say the least, the Heat's 12-man roster only has two rookies, Tufte and White.

In fact, it would be great if the Heat could rotate 10 players. After all, their main focus is star tactics.

If there are too many people, the statistics of the stars will be ugly.

After a symbolic consultation with Mo Wen, the Heat finally sent trial invitations to three people.

Vin Baker, Shandon Anderson and undrafted Gerald Fitch.

However, Vin Baker, a former four-time All-Star who had played with Payton in the Sonics, had now become a piece of trash that had lost weight. Riley saw that he couldn't pass the physical test and sent him home directly.

Shanton Anderson is pretty good. Although his body has declined a lot, his shooting is okay. Moreover, he has also worked with the two Jazz veterans. He has experience in the finals and is very experienced in handling the ball. He may threaten White's position.

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The Heat signed Gerald Fitch in order to make him a position to be coached by Lue, but unfortunately he only has speed and no confrontation, so he is not suitable.

January 17th.

The Heat, who had just slaughtered the Nuggets, descended on Cleveland.

Cleveland fans are worried about whether the Cavaliers will be overturned by the Heat.

Facts have proved that their worries were justified.

O'Brien and Wade, who had not been able to enjoy themselves before, chose to continue to complete the unfinished business in the last game.

In the first half, the two attacked the inside like crazy, smashing the Cavaliers' not-so-strong inside defense to pieces.

At the end of the first half, the two scored more than 40 points together.

Ajan also successfully "limited" the opponent Mo Wen's halftime score to 8 points through his hard defense. As for Mo Wen's 12 assists and the fact that the Heat are 10 points ahead of the Cavaliers, that doesn't matter.

Zhan Mi, who is serious about looking at the positive and negative values?

In the second half, Ajan finally hit two whistles from Ao Pang through his desperate breakthrough.

But the Heat's offense has not been downgraded with O'Fatty's departure.

On the contrary, the Heat's defense has improved a bit without the drag of O'Fatty.

O'Brien's position under the basket is very restrained from Ajan's breakthrough, but Ajan's ability to counterattack and fast break has been developed to a small degree now, and he has accumulated a lot of experience in offensive and defensive matchups. Even with the whistle tightened, it is still normal.

It is not easy for Mo Wen, who has a human structure, to defend against A Zhan like before.

Perhaps because he discovered that the Heat were not as invincible and terrifying as imagined, Ajan's subsequent performance got better and better.

However, this may also have something to do with the fact that the Heat gradually replaced the substitutes after widening the point difference.

In the end, facing the Cavaliers, the third-best team in the Eastern Conference, the Heat, who were in good shape, won the game with a "slight" advantage of 16 points.

It's not like the Cavaliers are not strong, and O'Brien and Wade are not taking advantage of the Heat. If you bring the Nuggets over and try it again, there's no guarantee that the point difference will still be the same.

(Anthony: Impossible, absolutely impossible, my gun is full of bullets this time!)

In the subsequent games in January, the Heat continued to maintain their form and won another 7 games in a row.

Maybe because the team has been doing so well recently, O'Pang, who can't sit still, organized another yacht party.

Don't think this kind of life is ridiculous. It's ridiculous that multi-millionaires don't need to work hard for three meals a day, don't need to worry about work, don't have some fun, and put all their energy into training every day.

Why is it said that your circle is chaotic? It's because you are idle.

Those with 996 blessings have the lowest crime rate because they have no energy to commit crime except work.

Mo Wen didn't get on the yacht that degraded human civilization, but he didn't pretend to be a saint either. He also successfully "befriended" the daughter of one of O'Neal's rich friends at the outfield party.

The rich man later became quite famous. Last year, he got married for the third time in Miami. Ao Pang spent a lot of money and even gave him a Rolls-Royce. Mo Wen even went along to join in the fun.

Of course, Mo Wen's purpose is not that pure, or it is simply cowardly.

He thought at that time that he was going to get to know the eldest princess, but unfortunately, the eldest princess with baby fat didn't seem to like her stepmother very much and didn't come to the wedding.

This time it can be considered as making up for the regret...

The rich man has always wanted an athlete son-in-law, because the rich man has always wanted to be an athlete, but although the princess is not so obsessed with looks, she started out as Joaquin Phoenix, Christian...

Bell is okay, but ordinary athletes will definitely not be able to achieve it.

There is definitely no problem with this standard for Mo Wen.

There were many famous ladies at the party outside. Their fame, figure, looks, and wealth were as great as Mo Wen's. As long as he nodded, he could pick any of the top ten richest unmarried women in the world.

It's not that he was lying, there were four people at this party, and they all left their phone numbers for him.

Mo Wen didn't want to go further with this long-legged princess. Anyway, it was just for fun, the kind where they wouldn't recognize each other outside the room.

He still dares to be T800's son-in-law. There is not much water in this position, but the water is too deep.

The result of everyone relaxing is a collective decline in status.

At the end of January, the Heat lost another upset to the Mavericks, and almost lost to the Nets.

Riley got angry, but it was useless. Ao Pang was petty but not stingy. Everyone did it, except for Mourning who chose to turn around due to hardware reasons.

To win the game against the Nets, Mo Wen had to use the combination of [57] legends and this year's [58] miracle, which polluted their spirit throughout the entire game.

After the game, Carter and Kidd were so angry that they wanted to break up with him.

No, [57] will they still have friendship after that?

Oh, [57] After that, the Nets seemed to be swept by the Heat in the first round of the playoffs without O'Neal...

There's more tonight

(End of chapter)