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Chapter five hundred and ninety-three Italians' night of convulsions(2/2)

The fans of the Heat are worthy of being the garbage among garbage fans, and the fighter among garbage among garbage.

Li Xing hasn't seen any team fans as easily shaken as they do.

Don’t these people know that if the team continues to do this, they won’t be able to witness it? Do they just want to watch the team play a good match?

Isn’t the Jedi Counterattack in Adversity the charm of the NBA?

What a bunch of idiots with shit stuffed brains!

Li Xing couldn't think of what kind of adjective to describe these people, he could only be glad that he was fortunately not coming to this team.

Although the quality of their fans is a little lower, they are loyal at least and will not leave the team even if they are slaughtered. They are not like these two sluts who are stupid in the sun.

It turns out that it is right for those fans to leave the court as soon as possible, so there is no need to witness the 32-pointer in the half-time like the god Banyani descending to earth.

When the second half was just beginning, the Heat were like those endangered patients who had a heart attack and needed to rely on pacemakers to survive. They were almost dead, but sporadic attacks could continue for them for a few seconds.

However, Banyani's almost ruthless attack was like a demon who choked the patient with no power to tie his hands, extinguishing their hopes.

In the second quarter, he scored 18 points in five minutes, 32 points in the second half, and 50 points and 5 rebounds in the game.

Banyani finally played his masterpiece on the Heat.

With a shooting percentage of nearly 70%, dominant offensive performance, his teammates can just sit down and win the game as a salted fish shouting 666 in the back.

That's all Banyani brings tonight.

He used his perfect performance to send the Heat out, helping the team beat their opponents 4-0 with a big score, making the Heat the first team in NBA to win 60 games in the regular season but was swept out in the regular season.

"What is your magical expression?"

The reporter surrounded Banyani.

Banyani smiled and said, "A lot of it, the teammates' passing, the coach's trust, the booing of the fans on the scene, and the late night skip the night before."

"Night snack?"

"Yes, I had a midnight snack with Rachi the night before yesterday, and it was the best midnight snack I've ever had this month."

A reporter asked Li Xing to confirm this matter.

Li Xing did not follow Banyani's words and said: "I hope Nani will recall what that midnight snack brought us."

"I was punished to run 15 laps, and he was punished to run 20 laps. This is what the late supper brings. Don't mention late supper anymore. I hate this word!"

Wait, Banyani was punished to run away because of talking too much, not because of late supper!

Someone hinted with his eyes, wanting him to know that he was wrong.
Chapter completed!
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