I fell in love with Toutiao and became the GOAT.

"Finally, starting shooting guard, number 8, from Lennell High School, Mississippi!"

Monta Ellis was the last to appear, despite being surrounded by various trade rumors before the season.

But he remains very popular in the Bay Area, and Oracle's cheers are the loudest.

Lin Bei: "So I'm the only clown here?"

He wasn't happy, but he understood that it was normal.

These Warriors fans at Oracle Arena don't even know who Lin Bei is, so why should they cheer for him?

If Little Potato were standing next to him now, he'd probably utter another memorable line: "Cheers are earned through performance."

Although not, Lin Bei still deeply agreed.

After warming up, he stood at the stadium logo, eager to try and already impatient to conquer the home fans.

The starting lineups from both sides took to the field one after another, positioned on either side of the center line.

Warriors: Curry, Monta Ellis, Dorell Wright, David Lee, Lin Bei.

Clippers: Paul, Billups, Caron Butler, Griffin, DeAndre Jordan.

Lin Bei's opponent is indeed DeAndre Jordan.

At the end of 2011, DeAndre Jordan, entering his fourth season in his career, was indeed a well-known figure in an era where centers are scarce.

Lin Bei is under some pressure going up against DeAndre Jordan right away.

"Hello, De Andrei, my opponent."

Lin Bei greeted him, and DeAndre Jordan replied indifferently, "Hello."

"I'm actually a fan of yours, De Andre. It's amazing to be able to compete against you."

DeAndre Jordan's expression changed; it became less indifferent.

He couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth into a smile: "Really?"

Lin Bei: "Of course, in fact, I learned a lot of my center skills from you..."

"You know what, just looking at our physiques, we have a lot in common. You're right to learn from me."

"Teach me a few more moves today, face to face, De'Andre?"

"no problem."

DeAndre Jordan couldn't hold back any longer, his lips curling up like a crooked-mouthed war god, and he even patted Lin Bei.

He didn't notice that David Lee, standing next to Lin Bei, was looking at him and Lin Bei with the strangest gaze.

Especially Linbei...

The referee for this game was Joe Crawford, the same referee who gave Duncan a technical foul for smiling.

He interrupted Lin Bei and DeAndre Jordan's "fan meeting": "Okay, it's time for the jump ball, stop chatting."

"Let's stop talking," Lin Bei said, raising his right arm in response to DeAndre Jordan.

A beep!

The basketball was tossed high into the air, and two tall, slender figures leaped up in response.

The black figure was one step ahead; Lin Bei lost because he didn't touch the basketball.

There's no way around it, DeAndre Jordan is about 2.11 meters tall with shoes on, and his wingspan is nearly 2.29 meters, making him taller and longer than Lin Bei.

When both players are giving it their all, he simply can't out-steal DeAndre Jordan.

"This is the first lesson I'm teaching you, kid."

Paul controlled the ball, DeAndre Jordan turned around to join the offense, and Lin Bei followed closely behind.

Lin Bei was shocked to hear DeAndre Jordan's words.

So this guy wasn't fooled by him after all?

Although it was unexpected, Lin Bei didn't take it seriously. Trash talk was just a part of the game.

Ultimately, everything depends on strength.

Losing the jump ball isn't a big deal; it just means the game needs to start with defense.

Under the basket, Lin Bei stood next to DeAndre Jordan, without much physical contact.

Mark Jackson believes that the reason Lin Bei can play center is that there are no superstar centers in the current NBA, and most of them are role players like DeAndre Jordan.

The center position doesn't require outstanding one-on-one defense; it's enough to stand under the basket and block smaller players who are driving to the basket.

Because centers are scarce, the requirements for centers are not high in this era.

At the top of the key, Paul held the ball for seven or eight seconds.

Lin Bei stood under the basket for seven or eight seconds, waiting for Paul to make a breakthrough, leaving Curry half a step behind, and then took a mid-range pull-up jump shot.

With a whoosh!

Lin Bei's defensive move was now over.

"Pure soy sauce, huh? This is...?"

He picked up the basketball, stepped back to the baseline, and finally felt a bit involved.

A quick pass to Curry from the baseline, and he immediately accelerated towards the frontcourt.

At the top of the arc, to get a better feel for the game, he stopped and waited for Curry to come up, blocking his way.

After making the screen, Lin Bei stood outside the three-point line without moving.

The Clippers didn't have any special setup for Lin Bei's pick-and-roll. DeAndre Jordan stood at the top of the key for a moment, blocked Curry, and then drove inside.

So, Lin Bei was wide open beyond the three-point line at the top of the arc.

Curry looked back at the moon, and the round moon (basketball) appeared directly in Lin Bei's hands.

Lin Bei glanced at the basket, raised his hand to invite the moon, and shot the three-pointer.

DeAndre Jordan, who had already retreated to the free-throw line, stared wide-eyed: "Wait, this guy can shoot threes?"

With a whoosh!

The crisp sound of the basketball swishing through the net was beautiful and exciting. The moment the ball went in, Lin Bei jumped up.

"Nice, Stephen, great story!"

Curry is so good at passing the ball to Lin Bei; he just passes it to him without hesitation.

For Lin Bei, a wide-open three-pointer was no challenge at all.

After a couple of exclamations, a cheer and applause erupted from the oracle bone script.

"This center seems alright?"

"Three points! A perfect three points!"

On the court, Lin Bei high-fived Curry, then turned around and stared at DeAndre Jordan, whose smile had faded.

"Sorry, DeAndre, did my three-pointer scare you?"

DeAndre Jordan: "It was just a three-pointer."

Lin Bei: "3 to 0".

DeAndre Jordan sneered, looking completely unconcerned.

But when Paul was controlling the ball at the top of the key, he became more active and seemed eager to make a contribution on the offensive end.

Unfortunately, Paul couldn't see him. His running around only served to keep Lin Bei busy.

The Clippers' offense was finally brought to an end by Paul, who hit a mid-range jumper.

On the sidelines, Mark Jackson grew impatient: "Stephen, put some pressure on him!"

Lin Bei, who was initiating the ball from outside the baseline, also put pressure on Curry: "Old Deng is right, put some pressure on me, you can't even show my rebounding talent when you're defending me like this."

Curry rolled his eyes and ordered Lin Bei menacingly, "Give me the ball, then go to the top of the key and set a screen for me!"

Lin Bei: "Received, such a thick layer of rice."

At the top of the arc, Lin Bei set a screen for Curry again.

This time, DeAndre Jordan didn't dare to let Lin Bei go, keeping a close eye on him who was firmly planted beyond the three-point line.

Curry used Lin Bei's mediocre screen to shake off Paul by a small margin, drove to the basket, and scored a layup.

With the score at 5-4, the Warriors have regained the lead.

"I had 2 points and 1 assist, and he had 4 points. At most, we were just trading baskets."

After scoring, Curry came back to give Lin Bei a high-five, and even held his head high, looking quite cocky.

Lin Bei: "Should I stake out a bit?"

Curry: "What do you mean?"

Lin Bei: "I noticed you've been looking up the whole time you're talking to me; it's too much of a strain."

Curry's eyes widened: "Bullshit, I'm holding my head up not because I'm short."

Lin Bei: "I know, I know."

Their conversation was interrupted by the Clippers' offense.

Paul controlled the ball at the top of the key again, and this time Griffin came out to receive the ball, turned to face the basket, and made a strong drive.

David Lee slowed down, and Lin Bei knew he had to go up and cover for him.

Griffin, who had just charged forward, stepped into the penalty area and was about to take off when he collided with Lin Bei, who was rushing towards him.

But Griffin was very tall, with a ferocious face, and looked as if he were about to burn the sky, and he was about to cross Linbei.

"Wait, is this going to be a poster dunk?"

"Am I about to get dunked on?"

"I need help urgently! I'll ask if I don't understand: how many headlines does getting dunked on make?"