NBA, Yao Ming is back!

"The Bayi Team—"

"come on--"

"The Bayi Team—"

"come on--"

The second match arrived as scheduled.

The battlefield shifted to the Bayi team's home court.

The entire stadium was packed, and everywhere you looked, there were die-hard Bayi team fans.

For so many years, this has been the king of the league.

Victory has long been ingrained in the very essence of this stadium.

As players, they were used to an undefeated dynasty.

As fans, they are used to the local champions sweeping away all foreign challengers.

But because of the Shanghai Sharks' dominant performance in the last game, and Yao Ming's devastating and dominant play.

The entire Shanghai Sharks team, overnight, almost became the common enemy of all the fans in the stadium.

As soon as the Sharks players stepped onto the court, a deafening chorus of boos, jeers, and insults erupted.

The sound waves were heavy and piercing, pressing down on everyone's heads.

Looking at the entire domestic basketball scene, how many local players have truly experienced this kind of hostile treatment and being targeted by thousands of people on the road?

Very few.

Faced with this scene, many players on the team turned pale, their steps slowed down subconsciously, and they couldn't help but feel scared.

Yao Ming, however, remained calm and composed, seemingly unaffected by the hostile atmosphere around him.

He was used to this kind of scene.

In my past life, playing in the NBA was like being in a knives and a sea of ​​fire on the road, with boos everywhere, targeted attacks, and malicious taunts...

It had long become a regular occurrence.

Compared to the extreme hostility across the ocean, this current momentum is utterly insignificant.

In his eyes, all of this was perfectly normal.

These are all things that should exist in competitive sports.

No, something's missing.

Saulius, standing beside Yao Ming, stayed close by his side the whole way.

Looking at the sixteen-year-old boy, he appeared calm and composed, walking briskly, completely unaffected by the high-pressure environment.

A sense of curiosity couldn't help but arise in my heart.

He and Yao Ming partnered for a whole season, and their teamwork was excellent, making the game exceptionally comfortable for them.

He is naturally good at offense and has an outstanding scoring ability, but he is weak under pressure and cannot fight tough battles or withstand unfavorable situations.

However, in this Shaq team, all the toughest, most tiring, and most grueling comebacks were handled by this number 15 player alone.

Now?

He only needs to wait patiently for opportunities, seize open positions, capitalize on counterattacks, and capitalize on the momentum to easily rack up high scores.

The efficiency is also good.

That's why everyone says that playing basketball is great value for money.

Who doesn't want to be praised?

Could it be... that he has masochistic tendencies?

These things are quite common on the court.

If you have it, you should use it elsewhere.

In the first game of the finals, he easily scored 30 points with a perfect shooting percentage and ridiculously high offensive efficiency, playing with great ease.

In the past, he would have been the undisputed number one leader in his original team.

If you're leading a team, you have to bear the pressure, the results, and even more importantly, the public opinion.

When you lose, you have to take the blame; when you win, it's only natural.

They have been constantly criticized and attacked by fans and the media.

Those days were oppressive and unbearable.

Now it's all good; the benefits are mine, and the drawbacks have nothing to do with me. From this perspective, being the second-best player on the team is quite comfortable.

Looking back, he even felt that he didn't want to go back to being the team leader of some weak team at all.

He's just someone who came here to play basketball and make money.

It's not like I'm playing for the national team.

Of course, the best would be one that's easy, lucrative, and has the support of fans.

This season, playing alongside Yao Ming guarantees wins and easy stats – what's not to like?

He's not stupid; he wouldn't even want to be the boss anymore.

When they reached the halfway point to warm up, Saulius couldn't help but turn his head to look at Yao Ming beside him and ask in a low voice.

"Yao, do you really not have a single nerve that's nervous?"

"Such a terrifying sense of oppression is rarely seen even in major stadiums across Europe."

"Huh? You mean me?"

Upon hearing this, Yao Ming slightly raised his eyes, flexed his wrists, and spoke in a casual and nonchalant tone.

"I'm nervous."

"I was so nervous I was shaking all over."

"I wish I could rush onto the court right now and beat them up."

"Then win the championship trophy as soon as possible, finish the game, and fly home to sleep."

"Well, if there's no overtime, the post-match press conference will be a quick formality, and it won't be too late to go back and rest."

Saulius: ...

Little Sa was stunned on the spot, his lips twitched slightly, and he didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Is this what you call being nervous?

Do you call this nervousness?

If this is considered nervous, then athletes all over the world probably don't know how to spell the word "nervous".

When others are nervous, their hands and feet become cold, their mindset becomes flustered, and they perform poorly.

When it comes to you, being nervous means thinking about going on stage and beating up your opponent, then getting off work early and going to sleep?

Sure enough, the thinking logic of such a natural-born super genius is completely different from that of ordinary people.

Also.

If you were as hesitant and indecisive as I am, you would never have reached this level of success.

They can't become the dominant force that crushes an entire league.

Saulius sighed inwardly, unaware that Yao Ming was thinking about much more than just basketball.

In this era, entertainment options are pitifully scarce.

The globally popular World of Warcraft had not yet been born.

Otherwise, it's about clearing content, Molten Core, or raiding Onyxia...

These future joys of my youth are completely out of the question right now.

Even the wildly popular Counter-Strike hasn't completely swept through internet cafes nationwide.

On weekdays, the only way to pass the time is to play a few rounds of fighting games at the arcades on the street, just to get a little used to the game.

But I'm too big and I'm likely to attract a crowd, so I might as well play a few rounds on the Famicom.

He was a hardcore computer game enthusiast, but after being reborn, he found himself trapped in an era devoid of gaming.

No online games, no blockbuster titles, daily leisure time is dull and boring, just thinking about it makes me feel unlucky.

This might be the only thing that felt difficult after being reborn.

Therefore, what he just said was the absolute truth.

Finish the finals as soon as possible and secure the championship.

Start your vacation and plan the next step in your life.

Bringing his thoughts back to the court, Yao Ming turned his gaze back to the court.

Tonight's Bayi team is completely different from the last one.

Everyone was ready to go, and their energy and spirit were at their peak.

Every member of the Bayi team, after scanning the entire Shanghai Sharks squad, unanimously fixed their gaze on Yao Ming.

The look in those people's eyes.

Extremely cold, with a fierce fighting spirit.

It was filled with intense hostility and resentment.

That's the stubbornness that belongs to military teams.

It is the deepest resentment and anger after the throne has been overthrown.

They don't want to let their home team take the victory away.

We'll definitely fight hard in this game.

Point guard Zhang Yong walked in the middle of the team, feeling the cold gazes coming from all directions. He couldn't help but shrink his neck and mutter a complaint under his breath.

"Holy crap."

"I get the feeling that these people are looking at me with murderous intent."

These words immediately drew silent nods of agreement from many of the team's local players.

The feeling was particularly strong.

The August 1st Army was a team built under military-style management, with a tough style and full of fighting spirit.

Having dominated the league for years, they were used to looking down on all their opponents.

Suddenly, on their own home turf, they were utterly defeated by the rising stars and lost the first game of the finals.

This disparity is something no one can easily accept.

The hostility and malice in his eyes were impossible to hide.

"You can't kill someone with your eyes."

Yao Ming continued with his warm-up routine, even greeting Hu Weidong as he came down.

A scary look?

It only scares those who can be frightened.

Which winner was intimidated by the look in their eyes?

He had heard of and seen this kind of situation countless times before.

Having played in all the away games of the CBA in his previous life, Yao Ming was already used to the hostility of opponents and the targeting of fans.

The so-called intimidation through gaze might have some effect on others, but it is meaningless to him.

"Those are lines that Takenori Akagi used to trick Hanamichi Sakuragi."

"In basketball, winning is never about eye contact, but about real skill and physical strength."

"They're staring at us with that kind of look more and more intensely now."

"The more guilty you are, the more afraid you are."

"Fight this game well."

"If we take care of them, we can start our offseason vacation early."

"When we get to Huanghe Road in Shanghai, I'll treat everyone to dinner tonight."

"Order whatever you want, drinks and snacks are all on me."

At least I'm getting a proper salary now.

Activate your own incentive terms.

Treating the whole team to a meal in China during this era would be no problem at all.

A few simple words were enough to dispel the oppressive atmosphere of the team being suppressed by the hostility of the away team.

This allowed the Sharks players to gradually relax their tense nerves and quietly dispel their fear.

after all.

Compared to vague intimidation through eye contact, a tangible feast and a holiday are clearly more effective at stimulating people's emotions.

People are afraid of comparisons.

Being stared at won't cost you anything, but eating a big meal can definitely make you gain weight.

Saulius watched this scene quietly, his admiration growing stronger.

He increasingly realized that this sixteen-year-old boy from the East was far more mature than he appeared.

The more I got to know him, the more I realized that this guy was top-notch in almost every aspect: perspective, vision, emotional intelligence, and leadership ability.

There's nothing that can't be done.

Playing away from home under pressure, everyone was targeted, and teammates' mentality was unstable.

If it were a typical young core player, they would be too busy taking care of themselves to have the energy to appease the whole team or ease the tension.

Don't even mention sixteen.

Even many veteran players over 26 years old on the field may not have this kind of composure and leadership.

That calm and composed demeanor in every gesture inexplicably exudes the aura of someone who has long held a high position and oversees the overall situation.

This made Saulius a little uneasy.

Did this kid have some kind of leadership role in his past life?

The referee entered the field, and the players from both sides lined up.

The home DJ's roar echoed throughout the stadium, and the entire Bayi team was burning with fighting spirit.

The highly anticipated second match of the finals has officially begun.

Nobody knows.

This will be the final game of this series.

Because of Yao Ming.

There are no plans to play a third game.

He will end his domestic journey here.

then.

Going back to that point, which we've been preparing for ever since the reopening...

A place where a huge disturbance takes place.