Chapter 434: I am not taking good care of you, or are you floating around?

Wei Xia woke up from her sleep and gently wiped her eyes.

He remembered that he was about to say something to Frank Ramsey before he woke up. He woke up without saying it, and the revival of consciousness was not under his control.

The more difficult the situation in reality is, the more dreamy the experiences in the 1960s are.

Because he only traveled to John Haflicek.

Haflicecke has a good relationship with his black teammates and is regarded as white trash by racists, but he is still the white facade of Shaman, Cousy, and Heinthorne behind Green Kai. Fans will still support him.

While enjoying victory, he does not have to be trapped by the discrimination of his black teammates.

Wei Xia has a clear and clear positioning of himself. He was a passerby, witness and recorder of that era.

With his own power, he can't change anything, and he doesn't want to change anything.

Since he has the opportunity to spend more than ten years of "internship" in the most successful team in NBA history, can he let those memorable times go away in vain? No, of course he has to remember some things.

He had to figure out what was the basis for the success of the Celtics.

Whenever compared with the current Lakers, in addition to the gap in players' talent, the more intuitive gap is the team's centripetal force.

Today in 2007, the Lakers are still not united.

The management was divided into several factions, and Old Bass sat firmly on the platform, and his children fought casually. He would only say a few words when the conflict was over to calm the incident.

Is this OK?

In terms of players, only Kobe and Wei Xia truly regard winning the championship as their goal. Everyone else just passes by and doesn't believe that they can win the championship from the bottom of their hearts.

It is too contradictory to have a team that only by winning the championship can you not be gossiped about, but not aiming to win the championship.

In contrast, the Celtics in the 1960s were in Boston, where the most racial conflicts were the most intense. They were rumored by countless racial discriminators. Russell, Jones and others were invaded twice in three days, and they were splashed with chicken blood at the door, smashed trophys, and shitted and pissed on the bed... This bad situation was not relieved until Russell publicly stated that he wanted to apply for a gun license.

In the 1960s, when equal rights movements were extremely frequent, those black athletes who were devoted to the world focused on not just winning the championship.

But the ruthless reality keeps telling them that winning the championship is the only one they can control.

Russell, who is in the best team in history, seized the opportunity, controlled the context of destiny, and became the biggest winner in sports history.

His spirit can represent that team.

Wei Xia compared him with Kobe. Kobe's offensive ability is far better than Kobe, but Russell's inclusiveness and teamwork also surpassed the former one by one.

Will two completely different leaders embark on the road to success with the same goal?

Wei Xia was wearing his own clothes, and he thought too much about it, and some things were not what he should consider.

Early in the morning, Wei Xia saw Wei Qiu and Li Zhongxian playing game consoles in the living room.

Their energy was surprising, and Wei Xia remembered that they had a party in the middle of the night yesterday.

"You should find some serious things to do." Wei Xia said lazily.

"Serious business?" Wei Qiu asked, "What about?"

Wei Xia couldn't say the right thing for Wei Qiu for a moment: "It's more serious than playing games early in the morning."

"Felix, you don't understand this. We are not playing games, we are hypnotizing ourselves!" Li Zhongxian's words confused Wei Xia.

Hypnosis yourself?

He only knows that playing games will increase adrenaline. He becomes more excited as he plays. Where can he start hypnotizing himself?

“Is this performance art?”

"Go, we don't pretend to fall!"

Wei Xia skipped the debate on his fake fall: "What is the relationship between playing games and hypnosis?"

They were playing Call of Duty, and Wei Xia had played it before. It was really interesting, but he couldn't indulge in it. So after playing it a few times, he forced himself to quit.

The battle was fierce, and Wei Xia's question was ignored by both of them.

Until they fail to break through.

"We didn't sleep all night last night!"

“And very energetic!”

The two of them said one by one, and Wei Xia was even more confused.

"Is this a riddle?"

"The story is complicated. Yesterday, in order to prove who could tolerate the torture, we drank several bottles of sports drinks in front of a big blonde girl!" Wei Qiu's eyes were bloodshot, "I am full of energy now!"

Wei Xia stared at the baseball bat in the corner. How could one person give him a stick? He would make a mistake if he beat him to death. If he knocked him out, he would help them escape from the sea of ​​suffering?

Forget it, he will go to jail.

These two idiots are not worth it.

"Is it a pleasure to torture yourself?" Wei Xia sat next to them and watched.

As he looked, he was about to come to Wei Qiu's handle and started playing by himself.

Wei Qiu was watching from the side at first and could make suggestions, but he couldn't concentrate for a while. The pajamas came, and the invisible sleeping worm swallowed his will, causing him to lie down and close his eyes.

"Philly... I'm a master level if you have any questions!" Wei Qiu said in distress.

Wei Xia looked at Li Zhongxian: "You are not sleeping?"

"Can you play alone?" Li Zhongxian asked back.

"Don't you see that I'm not interested in this game?" Wei Xia asked with a smile.

Li Zhongxian then put down the handle, and within a minute, his cries came out.

Wei Xia originally planned to turn the game console when they fell asleep, but when he saw the shiny screen and his experience just now, he hadn't played it for a long time, and the game became more attractive to him.

Forget it, just play for half an hour.

Half an hour later

I haven't eaten breakfast yet, damn... Wei Xia was about to get up, "By the way, why don't I order takeout? Yes, order takeout!"

He played for another 20 minutes on the grounds of waiting for takeout.

After the takeaway arrived, he didn't even think about it, so he asked the nanny to bring the takeaway to his side.

He ate and played, and in a flash, four hours passed.

Many emotions that are not overwhelmed can be vented through the game.

At noon, Wei Xia took the initiative to leave the game console, but didn't know what to do.

The Lakers' season has ended, and the Eastern Conference finals ended with the Cavaliers' historic victory.

The whole world is praising James, saying that he will achieve greater achievements than Michael Jordan in the next ten years, because Jordan, who was in the fourth grade, is still struggling in the East, while the young emperor led a group of mediocre teammates to the East.

The critics whine and whispered, but when they predicted the final score, they tactfully played 4-0.

The chicken king in the cockfighting are so fierce that he is not as fierce as the beasts that are fighting bloody on the Colosseum.

This is probably the most suspenseless final in history.

The only question is whether the Spurs can sweep the Cavaliers.

After watching several Cavaliers' Pistons games, Wei Xia was almost certain that James would be beaten to the Spurs in the final.

Except for the 48 points that were as good as a god in the fifth game of the Eastern Conference Final, James also acted like a tank that could not be aimed at. No one could defend himself when he rushed down. If he fell down, he would rely on the shooter's ability to clear the space.

The Cavaliers do not have the Lakers' outside dual-core configuration.

James's team does not need a second core. At most, a waiter who squats on the weak side will play. The control of the ball must be his, otherwise he will stand outside, staring blankly and meditate without working. That may not be his nature, but he doesn't know what to do if he loses the ball.

The Spurs used Bowen to criticize him outside, and asked Duncan to greet him inside, and appropriately put a few Royal Nervous Knifes on the outside, and the Cavaliers' offensive system basically collapsed.

If you can't attack, you must beware of the Spurs who dare to run and fight with the Suns... The picture is too beautiful and unimaginable.

In order to prove his point of view, Wei Xia also specially asked Li Zhongxian and Wei Qiu to bet $200,000 in their personal name and the Cavaliers were swept out.

Of course, the money is his, and he doesn't care whether he wins or loses. He just believes that the Spurs will sweep the Cavaliers in the most dominant way.

"You are too risky. That LeBron looks like an X-Men when playing the Pistons. Even if he is not bad, he can't win a game, right?" Wei Qiu saw Wei Xia waved his hand and spilled 200,000 yuan in pain, and said without hesitation, "Even you have won one game!"

Wei Qiu's words sounded ugly, and that was exactly Wei Xia's little thought.

He just wanted to do this.

If even we win one game but the Cavaliers can't win, wouldn't it mean that they can also make it to the finals in the East?

Wei Xia did not intend to get along with James. They are the same age, and the latter is the best among the same age. The recognized ruler of the next era often compares himself with King James, which also helps Wei Xia motivate himself.

To comfort yourself with the Lakers’ spiritual victory method that won at least one game while the Cavaliers won’t win, it is a dark little secret that cannot be shared.

And he is sure that he will not be exposed like Sibel Kekilli in Game of Thrones, who was exposed to have taken a double-digit A-film.

No one will ever know that he had been so entertaining King James except for the souls who stand in God's perspective.

Wei Xia spent a mediocre day.

He did nothing except play games with his brother.

After playing until the evening, Wei Qiu teased him, "Look, I said this thing is poisonous. You can't blame me for being addicted to games. I don't have a job with an annual salary of one million US dollars. What else can I do besides this?"

Wei Xia said rationally: "Finish your studies? Find a woman on a date? Job?"

"Is it because I, Alfred Pennyworth, was not well taken care of, or is the young master (Batman) living too comfortable?" Wei Qiu said with a smile.

Wei Xia was speechless.
Chapter completed!