Long Shot: 99 (100)
Tsk tsk, this way, the long shot attribute would almost reach the unattainable 99 points. He remembered that when he played the game, Stephen Curry's long shot was only an S-grade attribute of 90 points? In any case, it did not exceed 95, and now, he had directly surpassed his opponent by quite a bit.
Regardless of whether it was the peak value, the broken card, or the 10 attribute rewards, using it on any attribute would be the icing on the cake. If it was used on the most urgent and most needed attribute, it would be absolutely perfect.
Thinking of this, he felt a little smug.
NBA, are you ready for my three-point rain?
In the afternoon, he came out of the single apartment that the team's uniform team had arranged for him and walked all the way to the home of the madison square garden, groaning along the way.
"The rain has been falling and the atmosphere is not harmonious…"
He only chanted this line back and forth. Just as he reached the intersection in front of the stadium, he was interrupted by the guy behind him.
"Dunn, what the hell are you singing? After listening for a long time, I can tell that not only do you only know this line, but you're also tone-deaf.”
Tang Fei turned around and saw the tiger-looking Stoudemire. Seeing the other party's serious face as if criticizing his singing, he smiled mysteriously and said,""This is a spell chant with a buff, you don't understand.”
“buff？Was it something that gave him a halo in the game? Is this the reason why you played so well in the last game?”Stoudemire was surprised, even though he knew it was ridiculous.
"That's right, this is the mysterious ability of us Chinese. You won't understand even if I tell you, hehe.”Tang Fei chuckled and left without looking back.
I believed you!
Stoudemire glared at his back with a look of disdain on his face, but he was thinking about it in his heart.
Could it be true?
Otherwise, why was this kid so outstanding last night? He was just an NBA player before. It was impossible for him to be so good. Otherwise, that kid would have become famous long ago and entered the top three in the draft.
I don't understand, I don't understand!
Stoudemire was still deep in thought as he followed Tang Fei to the arena.
'If it's true, then can this mysterious ability from the East treat my injuries...'
What about recovery?
There were a lot of fans at the entrance of the stadium. They seemed to have been waiting there for their favorite star player. When they saw Tang Fei walking over happily, they immediately cheered.
"That's Dunn. Look, Dunn's here!”
"Oh my god, he's so handsome. He's much better looking than on TV.”
"Yeah, he looks like a walking clothes rack. The sportswear he's wearing looks really good. I think those manufacturers can get him to endorse them.”
The hundreds of fans were whispering to each other. Seeing Tang Fei getting closer and closer, they began to get excited.
"Dunn! Dunn!"
"Dunn, you're so handsome. I love you!”
"Dunn, do your best tonight. We'll all support you!”
"Dunum, tonight you will unleash all your power and beat the Houston people back to their hometown!”
They excitedly shouted at Tang Fei, but they tacitly made way for him to walk in. Just to express their love, Tang Fei touched them when he passed by.
Tang Fei smiled at them while getting goosebumps. He felt as if someone had dug his butt. He didn't care if it was a man or a woman who did it and quickly ran away.
Stoudemire, who was behind him, was not as popular. When he walked into the stadium, he only received some applause. A few people even sent him their blessings, wishing him a quick victory over his injury. Oh, no, a quick victory over his injury.
This kid had only competed for one round, yet he had already won their favor. They were really jealous.
Stoudemire thought as he walked into the arena and looked at Tang Fei's back.
When he first came, he was naturally welcomed. However, he was later tortured by injuries and stopped playing. He had long lost his enthusiasm and could no longer see the fans cheering for him. Now that he compared himself to Tang Fei, he felt a little disappointed.
However, he quickly forgot about the matter. The fans 'love for him was based on the premise that he played well and helped the team win. There was nothing to say about that. The only thing he wanted to know was…
Was the mysterious power of the east real?
Throughout the afternoon, the team, under the leadership of the coaching staff, conducted some recovery training. There were no internal offensive and defensive drills. After all, it was a back-to-back game, which tested the players 'physical strength and energy too much. It was not suitable for them to consume energy before the game.
Fisher appeared very dedicated. He watched the video of the Rockets 'game for the entire day and rehearsed all the possible problems that he would encounter in tonight's game. At the same time, he also looked for a player to communicate with on the sidelines. Tang Fei was the one who was taken care of the most out of all the players. Every time Fisher thought of something, he was mostly called over.
It was obvious that the players could see the importance the coaching staff attached to him.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, the members of the Rockets also walked into the stadium and exchanged training with the Knicks. As they passed by, Tang Fei felt James Harden's gaze.
This damn fatty! He mumbled and left without looking back.
However, he didn't go far when he felt another gaze on him. He turned around and saw that it was Stoudemire, who was not far behind him. He realized that there was something else in the other party's gaze, as if he was thinking about something.
"Huh?" Tang Fei shuddered and ran away.
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