NBA: A collection of super busts

Chapter 104 If I get into a conflict with him, I'll probably get ganged up on.

"As for offense, without that kind of soft-noodle bullying and Jason feeding him the ball, he is indeed lacking and cannot yet fully become the team's primary offensive option."

"But he's only 19," Scott said. "He has plenty of time to work on his offense, footwork, shooting, and things like that."

"Now, I'm really starting to feel a bit uneasy," Kidd chuckled. "I might really lose my position as the team's leader."

"But you seem quite happy?" Scott glanced at him and said, "I don't sense any jealousy or panic."

"If I were 25, I'd definitely be trying to make him behave as my lackey, or get management to trade him away." Kidd shrugged. "But I'm almost 31. The MVP is getting further and further away from me, and losing two Finals in a row makes me feel like I'll never win a championship in my life."

"And now this kid has suddenly appeared."

At this point, Kidd chuckled: "So, jealousy? Panic? Fear? Ridiculous! I fucking feel like my career is about to be illuminated!"

"Is that exaggerated?" Davis said. "It can't be that bad."

"That's definitely not the case; I just had that feeling recently. But I really hope this kid can keep improving, and improve rapidly!"

Scott and others were loudly plotting on the sidelines. They also postponed their original substitution plan and watched Ye Feng lead his teammates to fight hard on the field.

The Nets' offense was still negligible, but they managed to trap the Knicks in a scoring slump. The two teams traded baskets, and the play became increasingly aggressive and physical.

But the score just wouldn't go up.

Five minutes into the second quarter, the score was 31-27.

The Nets still hold a 4-point lead, and the score has been 6-7 in the last 5 minutes.

The scoring efficiency on both sides was shockingly low.

But the Nets players got more and more excited as they watched.

Ye Feng's ruthless, bandit-like aura was exactly what they wanted and lacked.

At this moment, Rogers, facing the defense, forced his way up for a mid-range jump shot.

The basketball bounced off the rim again and missed. Ye Feng elbowed Thomas away under the basket, then snatched the rebound from Van Horn's head. He then jumped up again and slammed the ball into the basket with both hands over Van Horn!

"Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar!"

After slamming the ball in, Ye Feng excitedly pounded his chest with both hands, staring at Van Horn like a wild beast. After this shot, Van Horn even lost the courage to look Ye Feng in the eye, looking down and pretending to be busy, glancing around as if searching for the basketball between his legs.

"Get out of here, kid!" Thomas saw his teammate being bullied like this, and he himself had taken a sneaky elbow from Ye Feng, so he rushed over and wanted to give Ye Feng a beating.

But before he even arrived, Haslem, who had been right next to Ye Feng, came.

This guy struck first, shoving Thomas aside: "What the hell do you think you're doing, you nigger?"

The moment the two pushed each other, the entire scene immediately descended into chaos, with multiple players from both sides rushing towards the scene.

At this moment, Ye Feng had the loudest voice, spewing out profanities as if they were free.

Although the insults were harsh, his experience told him that a fight was unlikely; it was just a verbal sparring match.

The longer the pre-rocking, the calmer the result.

On the contrary, it is when someone rushes up silently and throws a punch that can really cause a disaster.

Ye Feng actually disliked this kind of pure verbal attack, but the problem was that Haslem had come to help. If he just stood there and didn't move, it would discourage his brothers.

So he had no choice but to lower his standards and say a few words.

"That bodyguard is amazing!" Kidd, who had already stood up, watched the scene unfold and said with immense envy, "How much would it cost to snatch him away from Ye?"

"That's not something money can solve." After arriving in New Jersey, Davis became much more cheerful. After all, there were many veterans here and many people who got along with him. He also became more talkative, and he quickly told the story between Ye Feng and Haslem.

From helping him find a job to helping him pay the bill, Kidd's eyes widened in astonishment.

After a long pause, he said, "Why do I have this feeling that if I were to fight him one day, the whole team would gang up on me and beat me up?"

"Don't worry, Jason, I'll always stand by you!" Jefferson said from the side. "I won't betray you."

"The two of us against the other ten?"

"That won't do! That's too dangerous," Jefferson said. "I'll call an ambulance for you, otherwise we won't even be able to get to the hospital."

Kidd gave Jefferson the middle finger, and the referee made his call at that moment, giving Ye Feng, Haslem, and Thomas a technical foul each.

Ye Feng's conflict stemmed from his overly exaggerated celebration, while the other two's conflict was naturally due to pushing and shoving.

As soon as the verdict was announced, the fans in the arena erupted in boos, expressing their frustration that the referee hadn't ejected the Nets players.

Hearing the "country bumpkin" curses echoing throughout the stadium again, Ye Feng was naturally not afraid at all. He raised one hand to his ear and listened to the fans' boos with a look of enjoyment on his face.

Seeing that they couldn't attack Ye Feng at all, the Knicks fans immediately changed their tactics. Led by someone, the shouts from the crowd quickly turned into a unified chant.

"Mamma Fuck!"

Spike Lee, a die-hard New York fan in the front row, was yelling loudly and making gestures. When Ye Feng walked up to him to wait for the game to start, this guy almost poked Ye Feng's face with his finger.

"If you stick your finger out again, I'll break it and shove it up your nose." Ye Feng turned to stare at the New York's number one fan: "Sit down and watch the game, you bastard!"

Spike Lee paused for a moment, involuntarily pulling his hand back, then immediately roared, "Come on, kid! Break it! Let's see who gets carried out of the arena tonight!"

"If you're scared, don't force yourself, Spike." Ye Feng suddenly stepped forward and reached out his hand, startling Spike Lee so much that he instinctively took a step back and almost fell. But Ye Feng just patted him on the shoulder: "Unless you want to spend the rest of your life directing movies in a wheelchair."

"He's actually quite handsome." Watching Ye Feng walk onto the court after spouting his harsh words, a blonde girl sitting behind Spike Lee, youthful and beautiful with chubby cheeks but dressed in a punk biker style, said softly, "This is the first time I've seen such a savage Asian."

"I think she's just average, nowhere near as good as those Hollywood stars." Next to this girl was a beautiful woman with a completely different style, dressed in a ladylike Chanel-inspired outfit: "Too wild is no good, I don't like it."

These two girls look completely different, but if you look closely, you'll find that their facial features are at least 7% similar.

"A New York girl can't date a New Jersey guy." Spike Lee, who had been retorted by Ye Feng, overheard their conversation and turned around to say, "It's embarrassing."

"Tch!" The two girls snorted at the same time, rolling their eyes.

However, the one with the motorcycle style clearly wanted to give the middle finger, but the one with the Chanel style anticipated this and pressed her middle finger back down in time.

"Ashley, there are so many cameras here, when are you going to grow up a bit?"

"I'm the older sister, Mary. Don't talk to your older sister like that," Ashley, the younger sister, frowned and lectured her.

Spike Lee clearly recognized the two sisters and was about to say something to them, but Mary, the biker, spoke first: "Don't lecture us. We're not New Yorkers! Even if we went to Alaska to find an Eskimo, it's none of your business!"

When Spike Lee realized the two men had a prejudice against him, he simply shrugged, said "There are no Eskimos in Alaska," and turned back to watch the game.

After the conflict, Scott didn't wait any longer. He brought Kidd and Jefferson back onto the court, and their offense immediately became less stagnant and started scoring.

Kidd's passing and Jefferson's explosiveness immediately brought about a qualitative change for the Nets, while the Knicks, whose starters had just been substituted in, were unable to break through the defense led by Ye Feng.

In addition, their team currently lacks truly creative stars, making the gap between them and the Nets quite significant.

As soon as Kidd entered the game, he grabbed a defensive rebound and then lobbed it out, assisting Jefferson for a fast break dunk and scoring 2 points.

Then he initiated another pick-and-roll, allowing Ye Feng to bully Van Horn once more.

Finally, Kidd drove to the basket and threw the ball into the air. Ye Feng leaped up and slammed the ball down with both hands, pulling the rim down hard and scoring another 2 points!

During this period, the Knicks were unable to execute any effective offensive tactics.

With Kidd out, they could still keep up with the Nets by relying on the fact that the Nets didn't have many scorers, and the game was back and forth. But as soon as Kidd came back, they immediately collapsed.

The Nets' offensive surge widened the score gap, and by the end of the first half, the difference had reached 19 points.

This huge gap made the New York fans' cursing much quieter.

In the second half, Kidd continued his promise to "help Ye get some good stats to commemorate the occasion," and when passing the ball, he always looked for Ye Feng, wanting to feed him more balls.

Although he made a number of extra mistakes as a result, the Nets were leading by about 20 points, so no one cared about these few small mistakes.

With 2 minutes and 33 seconds left in the third quarter, Ye Feng received the ball and made a close-range jump shot, extending the lead to 28 points.

At the same time, his personal score also reached 30 points!

His first 30+ point game in his career has arrived!

After making that shot, Ye Feng blocked Van Horn's shot and grabbed the rebound.

After returning to the frontcourt, Kidd instructed him to establish position and attack in the low post.

This round became Van Horn's nightmare.

Ye Feng turned and tried to get up, but missed.

He tried again, but still missed.

He jumped again for a mid-air putback, but missed again.

Then he tried to pull up again, but this time Ye Feng lost his patience. When did he start missing so many shots under the basket for no apparent reason, especially against Van Horn?

So he got up again to grab the offensive rebound, then slammed the ball hard on the floor with both hands to build up his strength. He got up again, this time with all his might, and with a powerful leap, Van Horn didn't even have time to jump or defend. When Ye Feng slammed the ball into the basket, Van Horn didn't even have time to jump.

The huge difference in physical ability between the two was obvious at this moment.

With a loud "boom," Ye Feng once again ravaged the New York basketball hoop!

The Knicks had no choice but to call a timeout. If they continued playing like this, Van Horn would really break down, and the team's morale would completely collapse, leaving them utterly dominated by Ye Feng.

What Ye Feng also suppressed was the Knicks' dignity.

The rookie's rampage on their home court infuriated New Yorkers, and the stadium erupted in boos once again.

"Mamma f***ing! Mama f***ing!"

On the court, Ye Feng once again adopted an expression as if he were being treated to a high-end spa treatment by Madonna and Monica Bellucci, with his eyes closed, looking utterly blissful.

"Beautifully brushed!"

At that moment, Kidd slapped him, waking Ye Feng from his reverie: "Three offensive rebounds and two points in one possession! Impressive!"

"What do you mean, 'data manipulation'!" Ye Feng frowned. "How dare you slander me out of thin air? I never manipulate data!"

Kidd immediately changed his tune: "Okay, so you just had Van Horn defend you three times in one go, missing all three shots, and only managed to put the ball in at the very end."

"No, I did grab rebounds." Ye Feng immediately changed his tune; he would never admit to something so embarrassing: "I grabbed three!"

"I knew it!" Kidd laughed heartily, and the group walked together toward the bench.

At this point, the New York fans had completely lost their composure. Their team was trailing by a large margin against the team they looked down upon the most, and the frenzied boos only served to please those guys. They broke down.

So the target of the boos and curses shifted.

"Fuckdolan! Fuckdolan! Fuckdolan!"

James Dolan, the team owner who had been sitting in the front row with a smile on his face and his arm around a girl, suddenly looked dejected.

What the hell is it to me!

But the New York fans didn't care about that; they just wanted to vent!

Who told you that after Dolan bought the team, the team's situation has deteriorated day by day, getting worse year by year?

Dolan, hearing the unrestrained insults, stood up and walked off the field without turning his head. The boos from the fans grew louder and fiercer as he walked.

Dolan grew angrier as he walked away.

It's all the fault of these useless trash! If they weren't so useless, how could I be being pointed at and insulted like this?

Change!

Replace them all! Don't leave a single one behind, get the hell out of here.

Watch as I replace my entire team and slap everyone in the face.

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