LeBron James running away? He's going all in on Curry.

The farce ended abruptly, but the competition must continue.

The game has gone into overtime.

Before overtime even began, the Clippers inexplicably lost their absolute core player in the paint, DeMarcus Cousins, as well as their team leader, LeBron James, who was carried away on a stretcher.

The burden fell entirely on Durant and Irving.

However, Kevin Durant's physical reserves were completely depleted during the four quarters of high-intensity battle in regular time.

Facing the Houston Rockets' "anti-ship team" forwards' endless switching defense.

In overtime, Durant's legs felt like lead, and he missed three consecutive mid-range shots!

As for Kyrie Irving?

He certainly possesses the ability to make incredible shots, but under the combined pressure of Paul and Iguodala, Irving, struggling to sink a three-pointer, couldn't stop the Rockets' offense from firing on all cylinders.

The "CP3-Paul duo" took over the game in overtime, with Harden drawing a foul and Paul calmly sinking a mid-range jumper.

"drop--!"

The match has ended.

125 is 115.

The Houston Rockets went on an 11-1 run in overtime, defeating the Clippers' super team by 10 points on the road!

……

Unsurprisingly, LeBron James was nowhere to be seen at the post-game press conference.

Meanwhile, deep within the Staples Center, in a luxurious lounge...

"Bang!! Crash!!!"

Another poor wall-mounted TV was smashed to pieces by James with a chair.

"Suspend him! The league must severely suspend that lunatic!!!"

James roared like an enraged lion in the locker room, "He dared to punch me on national television?! He has absolutely no respect for me!"

Rich Paul stood to the side, looking at the mess on the ground, and sighed helplessly.

"LeBron, stop smashing things. Your anger won't solve anything."

Rich Paul stepped forward, placed a hand on James' shoulder, and spoke with a cold, realistic tone:

"I warned you long ago that DeMarcus is an extremely volatile and explosive person. But it was your choice, and you can't blame anyone else."

"I want him to get the hell out of here right now! I don't want to see his face for another second!" James roared.

"Impossible, LeBron. The trade deadline has long passed!"

Rich Paul ruthlessly shattered his illusions: "Until the end of this season, no matter how much you hate him, you're both tied to the same boat!"

"If you really pressure the league to suspend Cousins ​​indefinitely, who will play center in the playoffs? Who will guard Marc Gasol in the paint? Who will battle Anthony Davis?"

Rich Paul stared into James' eyes and posed a probing question:

"Does this mean I'm going to make you play center again, and let those interior monsters devour you alive?"

Upon hearing this, James' body stiffened abruptly, and a flash of instinctive fear crossed his eyes.

He doesn't want to experience the humiliation of being dunked on by Anthony Davis again!

"Not only can we not demand that the league severely punish him..."

Rich Paul took a deep breath and offered a strategy that left James feeling incredibly frustrated, yet unable to refute it:

"We will use all media resources first thing tomorrow morning."

"Not only should you try to whitewash your 'fake fall' and 'peeking' today, but also explain it as 'self-protection to avoid violent attacks'."

"More importantly, you need to personally step forward and appeal to the alliance!"

"Appeal what?!" James's eyes widened.

"The appeal was just a 'small misunderstanding between brothers caused by their excessive desire to win'!"

Rich Paul said, word by word, "You need to beg Adam Silver to reduce Cousins' suspension as much as possible! You need to coax him back and make him willingly continue to be your role player in the paint, cleaning up your messes!"

"You want me to beg the league to reduce the punishment for someone who wanted to beat me up?! And you want me to coax him?!" James felt like he was going crazy; this was worse than death for him!

"LeBron! You need to face reality!"

Rich Paul emphasized his point, throwing out the carrot that could always keep James in check:

"What did you come to Los Angeles for?! For that damn championship!"

"If you can lead this depleted team to the championship this year, you'll shatter Cleveland's dynasty dream!"

"By then, you'll have two championships, four MVPs, and you're about to break the 30,000-point mark! We can then rightfully place you among the top three in history!"

"Play for a few more years, and as long as you accumulate enough data, the title of GOAT will be yours!"

Rich Paul's voice was incredibly persuasive: "What's a little temper compared to the GOAT throne? Show some magnanimity as the big brother, LeBron! For the sake of historical standing, just let it slide!"

"GOAT...the greatest of all time..."

Upon hearing those two words, James's violently heaving chest calmed down.

The rage in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by an almost pathological desire for historical status.

"You're right, Richie."

James straightened his disheveled suit and put on his hypocritical "leader's mask" again.

"I'm a magnanimous person. As the leader of this team, how could I possibly stoop to the level of a brother who's controlled by his emotions?"

"Go arrange tomorrow's press conference. I want the whole world to know just how much I, LeBron James, have endured for this team."

......

The farcical "infight of the century" at the Staples Center in Los Angeles swept across the entire sports world in a very short time.

Even though Nike's PR team worked overtime overnight to try to cover up the conflict as an "internal misunderstanding," the high-definition, unobstructed video of the "air punch" and the "covering face and peeking" has become the most-viewed meme on the internet.

The Cavaliers' headquarters in Cleveland.

Inside the boss's office, Su Yang was sitting on the sofa, watching the video of James falling to the ground, which was being replayed frame by frame by netizens on the big screen with funny sound effects, and he was laughing so hard he was doubled over.

"My God, this acting is so good. It would be a huge loss to the American film industry if he didn't win an Oscar."

After learning the whole story, Su Yang, who always liked to rub salt into James's wounds, certainly wouldn't miss this perfect opportunity to kick him while he was down.

He took out his phone, logged into his Twitter account with millions of followers, and typed out a highly sarcastic and offensive message:

I just watched the highlights of last night's Los Angeles game multiple times. To be honest, LeBron James's flopping skills have always been amazing, but last night, I was still a little surprised and shocked by him.

[How many days and nights of accumulation, how many times of non-contact muscle memory training, were needed for him to perform such a smooth, natural-looking fake fall?]

What's most astonishing is that his masterful self-defense skills can be used not only against opponents and referees, but also with incredible precision when facing his own teammates!

That glance he gave the referee through his fingers is absolutely the greatest performance art in basketball history. The league should definitely include this move in future rookie training materials; it's a more effective survival skill than shooting.

Su Yang's tweet immediately went viral across the internet!

"Hahahaha! Boss Su truly lives up to his reputation as the number one LeBron hater; his words are incredibly venomous!"

"What the hell is muscle memory! He's even wary of his own teammates! His Majesty's vigilance is truly astounding!"

"Boss Su is spouting nonsense. What he's doing is 'reasonable harm avoidance' (doge)!"

Faced with Su Yang's almost humiliating public humiliation, the American public was overjoyed, while the Clippers' public relations department in Los Angeles was experiencing a hellish day.