The Way of the Center

James sat slumped on the sofa, with his eyes slightly open, staring blankly at the TV in front of him.

At this time, Dwyane Wade, who lived in the same room as James, had fallen asleep. "The Flash" has not been in a good mood for the past two days. It's rare that he slept so deeply, so James didn't turn on the sound while watching TV.

In the dark room, the ON TV became the only light. Late night TV programs always have some dispensable content. But obviously, James' mind is not on this, he just wants to keep himself awake.

Portland outside the window was already pitch black, except for a few cars passing by occasionally, there was no one to be seen. James suddenly pressed the power button on the remote control, the TV turned off, and the entire room was swallowed by darkness. James tiptoedly picked up his phone and walked into the toilet.

In the toilet, James will not disturb the sleeping Wade. Moreover, he didn't want the following conversation to be heard by his good brother.

The omnipotent No. 6 on the basketball court was already haggard at this time, but he still chose to make a call at this time, even though it was already 2:30 in the morning.

However, the phone was connected after a while. Obviously, the guy on the other end of the phone didn't intend to end the day that was about to pass. Before the man could speak, James took the lead to ask, "Are you still asleep, Rich? I have something to ask you."

"Are you sure to talk now?" The voice on the other end of the phone also sounded very tired.

"Yes, right now."

"Phew... you know LeBron, this is not a good time to talk about the future."

"However, I just made a decision now." James replied firmly.

"A decision has been made!? The season is not over yet, LeBron! We have agreed to discuss this matter during the offseason!"

"Do you think it's possible for us to come back?" James asked back.

"You said it yourself. Records are meant to be broken. In the history of the finals, there has never been a record of coming back from a 3-1 deficit, but you said it yourself. Records are meant to be broken."

"That's right, I said it. But what I'm asking is, do you think we have a chance to come back?" James pressed on.

The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds before uttering a few words with difficulty. "Although I really want the Heat to win the championship, to be honest, judging from the state of this year,

The chances of you coming back are extremely small. Unless Dwyane's knees look new, unless Ray Allen and Lewis are five years younger, or..."

"Yeah, I think so too, Ricky. I think... I think maybe, it's time to go to a new place and challenge for a championship."

"Are you sure!? LeBron!" The man on the other end of the phone was very serious.

"I am sure, Rich. The dream time of the Miami Heat is over. I have only won one championship, only one! And I am 30 years old this year! It is really hard to believe that I entered the nba as a high school student I, in the league, am fucking 30 now! Think about it, another four or five years later, how far can I play? I long for a championship. Rich, not just one, I long for More championships! Miami can’t give me all of this! There’s no time left, and I can’t continue spending time in Miami.” James confided his thoughts, but he didn’t dare to speak too loudly because he was afraid of sleeping outside Wade will hear it.

There was another silence on the other end of the phone, and the voice rang again after dozens of seconds. "...Okay LeBron, I'm going to work on it tomorrow. There's a good project out there in Cleveland that you might be interested in. But you've got to play hard for the rest of the season. Otherwise, the public opinion of the outside world will be against us."

"I know Rich, at least for now, I'm still playing for the Miami Heat!"

"Okay, go to bed early, LeBron, and don't stay up late." After speaking, James' manager Rich Paul hung up the phone.

James walked out of the bathroom, Wade was still sleeping soundly, and the whole of Portland was still very quiet. But at this time, James's heart is full of mixed grains...

An Jie, An Jie, are you going to win again this time?

"Ah cut!" An Jie suddenly sneezed and sat up straight.

The sky outside was still pitch black, but the guy still looked excitedly at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was three o'clock in the morning, and there was still some time before dawn.

"Why is it only three o'clock!" An Jie lay back on the bed helplessly, holding Catherine in his arms.

"What's the matter?" Catherine did not open her eyes, but spoke. Sure enough, she was woken up.

"Hey, it's nothing, I woke up suddenly." An Jie smiled and hugged Catherine even tighter.

"What are you thinking about? Ann." Catherine turned over and looked at An Jie face to face.

"I'm thinking about the championship, I'm thinking about you, and the baby in your belly."

Catherine smiled happily, and held An Jie's face with both hands. "Win the championship and let our children be proud of it!"

"Don't worry, Catherine, I will end this at the Moda Center the day after tomorrow!"

"Go to sleep, you have to train tomorrow." After speaking, Catherine fell asleep again, but An Jie was still a little excited.

He couldn't wait for tomorrow to come soon. The two-day break between the fourth and fifth games was simply torture for An Jie. Now Angie is eager to start the fifth game of the series quickly, because he is going crazy to win the O'Brien Cup.

I have been to the Trail Blazers for three years, but I already have the opportunity to win the second championship trophy. Thinking about it now, An Jie felt a little unbelievable.

But An Jie, what he likes is the impossible. At the beginning, people said that this thin Chinese who had been exposed to formal basketball training too late could not play professionally, but he was successfully selected in the draft.

At the beginning, people said that the guy who was abandoned by the Kings could not become a big player, but he made the little-known Oklahoma City Thunder famous in the league.

At the beginning, people said that Angie, who had suffered a serious injury, and the Trail Blazers, who had just lost Roy, would never be successful. But now, the Trail Blazers have become the defending champions, and the Trail Blazers have tied the Bulls' record of 72 wins. The Trail Blazers have become the best team in the league, none of them.

Life is so wonderful sometimes, as long as you never give up and continue to work hard, success will always come to you.

If possible, Anjie really hopes to be able to die in the Trail Blazers. He is very grateful to the Thunder, he likes Durant and Westbrook and his good brother Morris. But now, An Jie already has a heart of roses.

Thinking about it, An Jie was a little confused, and gradually fell asleep again.

Thinking about it, James' heart became more and more complicated, tossing and turning, it was difficult to fall asleep.

Two strong guys, two tough opponents. At this moment, they have embarked on two different paths.

God knows what James and Anjie will turn the future alliance into, but this series must be the origin of a series of events.

Nights in Portland will always be spent quietly like this. But the whole summer after that is destined to be very restless...