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Chapter 113 The familiar demon is back! (transition)

"Welcome to TNT's morning special!"

"In the past few months, the Lakers have been the dark horse of this season, the favorite to win the championship, and the center of the league's spotlight!"

"Overnight, the fans judged like two teams."

"In the 12 hours after the Lakers lost to the Kings, millions of fans participated in the discussion of this game."

"Perhaps, the Lakers will become the league's biggest loser after losing Zheng Long. Without Zheng Long, they can't even beat the Kings. Next, they are likely to lose to the Warriors."

"Their odds of winning this season have even dropped to No. 16. The vast majority of fans believe that the Lakers will be beaten by the Trail Blazers to complete the black eight in the playoffs!"

In Johnson's office, the general manager of the Lakers, Johnson and Walton bit the bullet and watched the show on TV.

The atmosphere in the office became more and more solemn.

After the Lakers lost yesterday's game, the two have been discussing until now. They have not slept all night. The room is full of strong coffee aroma. Even Walton has forgotten which cup of coffee is in front of him.

But his nerves were still tense, waiting for Johnson to speak.

For the team's criticism and complaints, Johnson had already said too much last night, and he was unwilling to say any more. Of course, the head coach cannot be blamed for the team's loss.

But when the morning sun hits the room, that game is in the past, and the team can only look forward to tomorrow, when the Lakers will host the Warriors.

This is the final game of the season for the Lakers.

Even if the hope is slim, Johnson and Walton are still hopeful, maybe. If the team can win the Warriors tomorrow, it will be enough to clean up all the rumors and fight a beautiful turnaround!
"Go back to sleep for a while, I can hide and take a nap in the office, but you need to appear on the team's training ground. At least this afternoon."

"What the players need now is not new tactics but an adjustment to their mentality and state. Today's training can also be canceled, but you have to find a time to talk to them."

"Actually, the two of us have done a good job this season, right? From the bottom of the West to the number one in the league, but these words can only be used to comfort ourselves, but not to appease the fans."

Johnson talked and talked, turning into a soliloquy.

The higher you fly, the harder you fall, and the Lakers seem to be suffering from this backlash.

Wharton's cell phone rang, and a text message came. After he checked it, his expression was so exciting that Johnson couldn't help asking curiously: "Is your wife blaming you for not coming back last night? You can tell her She will be at ease with me last night."

Wharton automatically ignored the second half of Johnson's words, and said with a trembling voice: "It's Zheng Long! He said he could come back tomorrow, and he's on his way to find me now."

Bang!
Johnson stood up so excited that the entire table shook, and then frowned again: "Did the team's loss last night stimulate him? But he is just a young man's whim. The inspection report shows that he has played for at least half a year. no game"

Johnson was sensible, but Wharton didn't want to think about it.

"I know the dragon, he never likes to make such jokes, let's go, let's pick him up together! Let's go together!"

"Row."

Johnson was still skeptical, but acted very honestly. He walked out from the inside of the desk neatly, and even opened the door of the office before Wharton, and Wharton followed closely.

The two hurriedly disappeared into the aisle of the corridor.

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At this time, the apartment where Zheng Long and Ingram lived together.

Before the alarm clock rang, Ingram opened his eyes. After washing in a procedural manner, he subconsciously walked to the door of Zheng Long's room, and stopped when he raised his hand.

"I fell asleep. Brother Long is still in the hospital and we messed up yesterday's game."

Sighed.

Ingram shuffled out of the apartment.

There were already many people on the streets of Los Angeles at dawn. Ingram lowered the brim of his hat on purpose to prevent anyone from recognizing him. After getting into a taxi, he saw the taxi driver wearing the No. 23 Lakers jersey. I can't wait to cover my face completely.

Fortunately, the taxi driver did not pay too much attention to this strange passenger, and was listening to the radio talking to himself.

Coincidentally, the news that the Lakers lost to the Kings last night was being broadcast on the radio.

The whole world seems to be flooded with news that the Lakers lost the game!

"Fack, how could they lose to the Kings!"

"Now the whole world is looking down on us!"

"It's over. This season is really over"

Ingram wondered if the driver would have punched him in the face if he had recognized him at this moment, even though he had played well last night.

After "arriving safely", Ingram got out of the car in a hurry, but the driver stuck his head out of the window belatedly, "Are you the staff here? Boy! You are the staff of the Lakers , right? Please pass a message to Butler for me if you can talk to him. Falk and Jimmy! Thanks, that's all."

The taxi drove away, leaving Ingram standing alone in a mess.

When he walked into the arena and saw Butler, who had arrived early, shooting with a black face, Ingram decided not to say what happened just now as a joke.

Jokic was there too, sitting courtside, drinking a stuffed Coke.

"Good morning, Nicola!"

"Bad evening, Brandon."

"Last night was really bad, but everything will be fine today, take it easy, my brother."

Ingram patted Jokic's belly, and Jokic smiled wryly.

Although the outside fans are criticizing Butler and Jokic for failing to stand up last night, the Lakers players all believe that the loss is their own problem, the problem of the entire team, not just a person's problem .

Everyone thinks so.

Except Jokic and Butler.

The two of them were obviously very, very, very dissatisfied with their performance yesterday.

Jokic lowered his voice and said, "Maybe you should try to persuade Jimmy. He came over to shoot after the game last night. I suspect he didn't sleep all night!"

Ingram frowned.

This can't be called training at all, it's completely suicidal tormenting your body!
"Hi Jimmy, did you sleep well last night?"

Butler stopped shooting, turned his head mechanically, ignored Ingram's question, and said, "You're here, Brandon."

Instead, he continued to fall into a mechanical shooting.

Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
This response confirmed the thoughts of the two, and Ingram and Jokic sighed at the same time.

Everyone is acting like the sky is falling. Maybe it is?Zheng Long is the sky of the Lakers this season.

Ingram had a positive idea.

"Maybe we win tomorrow's game and everything will be different, right?"

Jokic looked into Ingram's eyes and said: "Yes, we can definitely win the Warriors with Curry, Thompson, Green, and Durant, and then win the 74th victory, then Jimmy can feel at ease. Lying in bed and sleeping for three days and three nights, but what can we win? There is too much difference in strength on paper. It’s not that I lack confidence and courage. Well, I just don’t have confidence! If, if Zheng Long can appear on the ball at this time Just let us prepare for tomorrow's game together. I miss Zheng Long's sixth day."

then.

Jokic's voice stopped, and his pupils dilated instantly, staring straight at the direction of the arena gate.

"Go ahead."

Ingram is still looking forward to what interesting words Jokic can say next, adding a bit of fun to this painful day.

"If I had a hundred million, I'd give it to you, Brandon. But if I had $20, I wouldn't, because I really have $20. Look back, Brandon, that who is it?"

When Ingram turned his head away, other Lakers players in the arena had already yelled loudly, and Nance Jr. excitedly rushed towards Zheng Long who appeared at the gate of the arena.Butler also threw off the basketball in his hand and stood there in a daze.

"Brother Long!!!"

"Dragon! I buy Karma!!!"

"You are back!!! Zheng Long!"

Zheng Long looked at his teammates who surrounded him with a smile, and everyone had surprise written on their faces.

Walton, who was standing beside Zheng Long, was relieved to see the renewed vitality in the players' eyes. At this moment, he felt his eye sockets were moist.

In these times after the loss to the Kings, it was too difficult.

Players, you said something, I said something, and asked various questions. Zheng Long didn't know whose question to answer first, and looked at Wharton for help.

Walton asked the players to keep quiet, cleared his throat, and said: "Calm down, boys. Just as you think! Dragon is back! He will join us tomorrow against the Warriors!"

When the answer the players wanted came out of Wharton's mouth, there was another burst of cheers in the arena!
The players don't think the Lakers can't beat the Warriors, they simply think that without Zheng Long, they can't win the Warriors, but the Lakers with Zheng Long can definitely win!

This is the weight and strength of Zheng Long in the hearts of the players.

"The second is the health issue that everyone is concerned about. The diagnosis at the hospital is not accurate enough, and Long's injury is not that serious. He can play tomorrow's game! But he may miss the first round of the playoffs."

Wharton's words made the players a little overwhelmed, so Zheng Long played with an injury?

Every athlete knows the consequences of playing with an injury.

This is a joke about your own health!

There are too many such vivid examples in the sports world. The excitement in everyone's eyes has turned into worry.

Zheng Long knew that he had to speak up at this time, and gave his teammates a reassurance, saying: "I have been certified by a doctor, brothers, don't worry. And I may not be able to play in the first round of the playoffs. Maybe everyone should think about how to play the Blazers when I'm not around."

"I won't come back when I'm better."

"If there is no game, you can go on vacation right away?"

Zheng Long's little joke eased the atmosphere again.

Walton also smiled and said: "Maybe, before we consider playing the Trail Blazers, we should think about how the Warriors will be tomorrow. In my opinion, tomorrow's game is even better than the first round without you." Hard to beat."

The players put away their smiles again.

Yes.

Even though Zheng Long is back, he is not the perfect Zheng Long. Tomorrow the Warriors will never give up the record willingly!
The atmosphere has been reverberating between ups and downs.

Zheng Long scratched his head and ears, and said in a leisurely tone.

"warrior?"

"I came back this time to win them."

"Since I am back, there is absolutely no possibility of losing this game."

this moment.

The Warriors players feel that they are back, they are all back!
Zheng Long, who is always confident and always full of confidence, is back!

"So, tell me loudly, brothers, we must fight the Warriors tomorrow."

All the players shouted: "Win!"

In the arena, it was deafening!
"Brothers, I'll go to sleep first, wait for me, I'll definitely be back in the afternoon."

Butler's eyelids drooped at some point. After saying this, he quickly left the arena, leaving everyone to look at me and I look at you.

Jokic spread his hands, and said: "He didn't sleep last night. It should be Brother Long's return, which finally relaxed his tense nerves."

Everyone: .
Zheng Long looked at the direction Butler was leaving, and shook his head helplessly.

Originally, he wanted to grab the kid Butler and beat him up after he came back, and ask why he was so lazy yesterday.

Now it seems.

forget it.

Let this kid sleep well first.

"Boys, does anyone else need to catch up on sleep? If not, then our next training will begin!"

Wharton clapped his hands, ready to start training the players.

Zheng Long didn't move. He patted Wharton's shoulder and leaned into Wharton's ear and said, "Head coach, why don't you go to sleep for a while. Just leave it to me."

"How do you know I didn't sleep last night?"

"When I was talking to the general manager, he said it to me. Take it easy, manager, I'm back, then everything will be okay again."

No head coach can turn down a tender swipe from his team's superstar.

Wharton felt like crying again.

It's great to have Zheng Long!

After Wharton left the arena, Zheng Long put away his smiling face, and then called Jokic to him. Jokic was still a little confused, and then continued.

Zheng Long hit Jokic on the head with a thump.

Accompanied by Jokic's screams.

"Ouch-"

Everyone is dumbfounded, what's going on!

Immediately they will know.

Zheng Long gritted his teeth and scolded: "Fatty man, why did you beat the king so softly yesterday? Did you buy it? If I hadn't been watching the live broadcast yesterday instead of on the court, your performance yesterday was enough for me to interrupt you One leg!"

The familiar demon is back!

this moment.

Only then did the players realize that what came back was not only an angel, but also a devil!
Complex expressions.

Prepare to accept Zheng Long's criticism one by one!
In the arena, Zheng Long's scolding never stopped.

Only Ingram, although he bowed his head in shame, was still happy at this moment.

So what if the devil is back?

This is the devil and the boss!

　In the last month, I hope to write a journey to win the playoffs full of details and passion!rush!
　　
　
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