“Next question.”

At the press conference, Westbrook and George looked serious, and they were repeating this sentence no matter what the reporter asked, which made everyone confused.

"Is it a super refreshing feeling to win at Staples?" the reporter asked.

Westbrook spread his hands, his expression calmly, "It's no different from every game I've won in the past, but it's particularly noisy here."

After answering, Westbrook got up and was about to leave, leaving a sentence, "I'm starting to consider whether to go to Denver or Utah."

George patted his shoulder and smiled badly.

Billy Donovan didn't say much, just told reporters that his team was going to return to Oklahoma tonight to prepare for the two upcoming home courts.

It was the Lakers, Walton, Lam Feng and James who were on the stage, and the reporters below rushed to raise their hands because tonight's game was very informative.

First of all, Walton's post-match summary, he said in a low tone, "Tonight was like a nightmare. In the locker room, I kicked everyone's ass, and of course I and the assistant coach also formed a circle to do this with each other."

There was a burst of laughter below, and the atmosphere was not heavy.

The reporter asked, "Mr. Walton, what should you do to stop him after Deont Burton takes over the game in the fourth quarter?"

Walton looked up at the ceiling, then spread his hands, "take some wonderful photos or record videos on Twitter and wait for others to comment."

"If we could stop him, he would have stopped him. That guy got every shot. I thought I was playing 2K games for a time."

Walton looked helpless. During that period, he used a lot of methods to defend Burton, but none of them worked.

"Who else wants to ask a similar question? Can't you be happy?" Walton was very strong tonight. He wanted to take the initiative through this method, otherwise the scene would become a "criticism conference."

When it was Lin Feng's turn, the reporters' faces were flushed because they could not find a breakthrough from Walton and James.

"Gary Smith, it's frustrating tonight's final kick was intercepted by Westbrook. Let's talk about the game three days later."

The reporters knew that they could probably not ask anything, so they targeted the game in the future.

Lin Feng nodded, "I like Oklahoma. I went to that city with Howard to play the Blues in the Development League, and I was impressed."

He paused for a moment, and then changed the subject, "I promised at the end of the game that the winner of the next game would be Los Angeles. No matter how much energy Westbrook or George used, they would eventually start studying the vacation plan in a few days."

Lin Feng's words attracted a burst of applause. He was used to this method to draw cakes to fill his stomach for journalists who were eager for big news.

Deonte Burton, that guy was indeed shining, and it was no exaggeration to say that he sounded the horn of the Thunder's counterattack.

Now, Burton has become a hero of the Oscars, and this identity can last at least three days.

Los Angeles fans experienced an extremely disappointing night. They fell from a 26-point lead to the hell of losing. I'm afraid many people will not be able to fall asleep peacefully tonight.

After dealing with the press conference, Lin Feng breathed a long sigh. He told a lot of lies, just wanted to let himself go home and rest as soon as possible.

He wanted to bury his head in the soft sheets or soak himself in the bathtub.

Lin Feng doesn’t want to read the various comments on Twitter, and those negative information must be overwhelming.

At three o'clock in the morning, Lin Feng and Ursula were warm in his new apartment.

This is a top apartment of nearly 400 square meters that I bought for $5.27 million a week ago for the playoffs. It is just opposite the Staples Center and does not even need to drive to train.

This apartment is extremely luxurious inside, with 3 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, 1 underground parking, a gym and a swimming pool, and all kinds of equipment are available.

The interior is as spacious and bright as many luxury houses. The bedroom is also equipped with an oversized TV, entertainment facilities include billiards tables, fitness equipment, etc.

Moreover, there is a piano in the living room. Although Lin Feng has no talent in this area, he is still a very literary person at heart.

"Dear, do you want me to put on the Thunder No. 0 jersey?" Ursula asked with a smile in the master bedroom.

Lin Feng spread his hands, "Don't do this, otherwise I will think I've been to Westbrook, and that guy's face makes it difficult for me to sneer."

The reason why he was able to spend a lot of money to buy such a luxurious apartment was, on the one hand, in order to reduce the time to and from the stadium, and on the other hand, although it is located in the city center, it is very quiet, which is very consistent with his personality.

He told his father and sister that if they wanted, they could deal with the cattle and sheep on the farm and move to the city to experience urban life.

Private time passed quickly. The 48 minutes of fighting tonight made Lin Feng exhausted. After an hour of "interacting" with Ursula, the two of them were drowsy. After all, the little girl was not an athlete, and her physical fitness was at the level of an ordinary person.

When I woke up again, the sky in Los Angeles had turned white. The bedroom had a great view, and I could overlook the entire city by opening the curtains.

This is only five in the morning, which means he only slept for dozens of minutes. As a professional player, he didn't know when his sleep time gradually became fragmented, and there was rarely a large piece of completeness.

Looking at Ursula who was sleeping by the pillow, Lin Feng realized that he would send her to school before eight o'clock, just like a loving father.

Secretly closing the bedroom door, Lin Feng went to the gym to start a new day of exercise. He was eager to return to the court, defeat those guys far away in Oxford, and tell everyone that they were the strongest team.

About half an hour later, Ursula appeared at the gym door and smirked at him.

"Good morning, my dear, you need more sleep or you'll be dozing off during class."

Lin Feng got off the treadmill and walked towards Ursula at the door. She was wearing pajamas and looked very charming, especially her cheeks were flushed and her face was sleepy.

"It seems that last night's game touched you a lot, otherwise you wouldn't have woken up so early."

Lin Feng spread his hands, "I promised Los Angeles fans that there is no reason to lose in the game three days later."

He likes this state very much and lives to death?

Or in other words, you can only burst out all your energy and see your true self by forcing yourself to a dead end.

Unfortunately, Ursula was unable to follow her to the away game, which was a big loss. To be honest, Lam has become psychologically dependent on the 16-year-old girl, especially when she encounters setbacks.

At seven o'clock in the morning, his Ferrari drove out of the parking lot and rushed towards Canyon High School.

It started raining outside, and the sky quickly became gloomy, and in another half an hour it would become the end of the world.

The reason I didn't choose that smart was because downtown Los Angeles was in poor condition in the morning and absolute speed was required to ensure that Ursula was not late.

It is precisely because of the poor road conditions in the city that some celebrities have the idea of ​​using private jets as commuting tools.

He saw an old-fashioned helicopter flying to the West Side in the car. Judging from the style, his owner is likely to be Kobe Bryant. Lao Ke will not allow his time to be wasted in traffic jams.
Chapter completed!