The first punch that shocked the basketball world

In the second quarter, Lin Fei remained on the court.

Pierce also brought his substitutes to the game.

Pierce's face darkened when he saw Lin Fei.

"Was this rookie sent by the Lakers coaching staff specifically to annoy me?"

He muttered something.

For the next few minutes, Lin Fei was like a stubborn plaster.

He followed Pierce wherever he went.

They spared no effort, running all over the field.

Pierce managed to score two goals through skill.

Everyone was exhausted, their energy was completely depleted.

Lin Fei didn't try to steal the spotlight on offense; he focused on creating space.

Their presence on the defensive end was extremely strong.

There are 6 minutes and 40 seconds left in the second quarter.

Jeff Green drove to the basket for a layup, but was blocked by Lin Fei's help defense.

Lin Fei grabbed the backboard and dribbled forward.

The wind whistled past my ears.

Adrenaline surged.

There was only one thought in my mind.

Deduct one.

Only Pierce retreated to defense in the attacking third.

Lin Fei slowed down, lowered his shoulders, and took three steps.

He was lifted into the air.

Holding the ball with one hand, in a tomahawk pose.

Pierce jumped up from the side to block the shot.

He thought he could cover it.

But Lin Fei jumped much higher than he had imagined.

"Bang!"

A loud bang.

Lin Fei slammed the ball into the basket over Pierce.

The basketball hoop shook.

The entire venue fell silent for a second.

The Lakers' bench immediately collapsed.

Everyone stood up, waving towels and yelling.

Kobe, who was sitting, unconsciously stood up and swung his fist into the air.

That goal was so inspiring!

Pierce landed, his face ashen.

He got dunked on by a rookie.

I've completely lost face tonight.

Two minutes later, Lin Fei was substituted to rest.

Kobe returned to the court and stabilized the situation.

Halftime is over.

The Lakers lead 59-45, a 14-point advantage.

Lin Fei had 9 points, 3 rebounds, 1 steal, and 1 block in the first half.

The efficiency is ridiculously high.

At this point, social media was in an uproar.

#Lakers rookie Rookie Paulis#

#Lin Fei dunks on Pierce#

The number of entries is rising rapidly.

The fans were stunned.

"Who's number 9? I've never seen him before?"

"The G League player who signed a 10-day contract is really tough on defense."

"Holy crap, a dunk over Paul Pierce? This rookie is amazing?"

The live stream chat was scrolling by incredibly fast.

The narrator flipped through Lin Fei's information, but after a long time, he only found a few dry sentences of introduction.

He graduated from California State University, Dominguez Hill and played for the G League's Defenders.

Apart from that, it was completely blank.

The more mysterious something is, the more curious people become.

...

The atmosphere in the locker room at halftime was initially quite good.

Winning by 14 points, nobody's unhappy.

Howard spoke first, and Chong Linfei gave him a thumbs up.

"That kid's good! That dunk in the second quarter is something to brag about for ten years!"

Kobe nodded.

"Excellent defensive positioning, and not greedy on offense. Very good."

It was originally meant as a compliment.

Howard, however, felt uncomfortable listening to this.

What? You're going to praise me after I've finished?

Are you trying to steal my people?

Howard said sarcastically, "It's better than some people who are all talk and no action on the court."

This statement, ostensibly about himself, is actually a dig at Kobe.

Kobe's face immediately darkened.

"Shut up if you can't play." He looked coldly at Howard. "It's none of your business to speak."

"Why can't I speak?" Howard retorted, not backing down an inch. "Just because the team is leading doesn't mean I can't talk!"

The two argued back and forth, their argument escalating.

The other players kept their heads down, not daring to breathe.

D'Antoni rubbed his temples, feeling utterly overwhelmed.

They argue whether they win or lose.

Endless.

Lin Fei sat in the corner, looking somewhat helpless.

So all this arguing comes back to ourselves.

He knew that things couldn't continue like this.

If they keep making noise, the locker room will explode.

Lin Fei stood up and coughed.

"Well... actually, I didn't play very well in the first half." He smiled. "If the starters hadn't led the team to stabilize the situation in the first half, we wouldn't have been leading by so much."

"And Dwight, he taught me a lot of defensive techniques during warm-ups, which helped me a lot."

He praised both sides.

Give each person a step.

Kobe snorted and said nothing more.

Howard shrugged and sat back down in his chair.

The storm has been temporarily quelled.

Lin Fei sighed inwardly.

The Lakers' locker room conflict is more serious than the outside world has reported.

Howard didn't even play today, yet they still managed to start arguing.

If they actually go on stage, who knows what kind of chaos they'll cause.

Being caught in the middle, I need to be careful.

You can't get too close to either side.

...

In the second half, the Celtics launched a counterattack.

Without Rondo, their offense was already disorganized.

The Lakers held firm, keeping the point difference close to around ten points.

With four minutes remaining in the third quarter, Lin Fei returned to the court.

Go up and continue posting Pierce.

Old Truth was so frustrated he couldn't shake her off, he tried every feint he could think of, but he just couldn't get rid of her.

The difficulty of each move is increasing.

The hit rate kept dropping.

Playing steadily and methodically, the game gradually entered garbage time.

The final whistle blew.

112:96.

The Lakers won by 16 points on the road.

Kobe finished with 28 points, 7 rebounds, 3 assists, and 2 steals – a standard performance.

Pierce scored 18 points, shooting less than 40% from the field, a dismal performance.

林飞替补登场17分钟，7投5中，砍下12分3篮板2抢断1盖帽。

Beyond the data, its defensive value is immeasurable.

Back in the locker room, everyone had a simple celebration.

Everyone who passed by Lin Fei would greet him.

Status is always earned through one's own efforts.

Howard scrolled through his phone and smiled at Lin Fei.

"Watch out, Celtics fans are mad dogs. If you defend Paul like this, they'll be cursing you online for a week."

Lin Fei shrugged.

"Go ahead and insult me, I'm not going to read it."

He had witnessed the fighting power of online trolls in later generations.

These fans nowadays are far from it.

Kobe sat on the bench and gestured with his chin toward his masseur.

"Go, give him a massage too."

The masseuse nodded and walked to Lin Fei's side.

"Come on, young man. Relax and loosen up your muscles."

Lin Fei quickly waved his hand.

"No, no, I'm fine."

"Just press it when I tell you to," Kobe said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "We have a back-to-back game tomorrow, don't stiffen your muscles."

Lin Fei didn't refuse any longer and lay down.

Kobe's personal masseur was indeed very professional.

He felt completely comfortable after the massage.

The atmosphere in the locker room eased considerably.

D'Antoni took Kobe, Nash, and Gasol to a press conference.

The rest of the people stayed in the locker room for interviews.

Sophia pushed through the crowd and ran to Lin Fei.

"Lin! Congratulations on your amazing debut!" Her eyes sparkled. "You know what? You're famous now!"

Lin Fei smiled.

"Your current popularity is all an illusion," he said. "If you play well today, everyone will praise you. If you don't play well tomorrow, the same people will be criticizing you."

Sofia was taken aback for a moment, then admired him even more.

So young, yet so clear-headed.

"rest assured."

Holding a recording pen, she said, "When I get back, I'll write an in-depth report to help you improve your public image."

Lin Fei smiled and gave her a hug.

"Thanks, Sophia."

...

It was almost midnight when we got back to the hotel.

Lin Fei's phone kept vibrating.

When I opened it, it was full of unread messages.

University classmates, basketball buddies I met on the field, and acquaintances I hadn't contacted in ages all suddenly appeared.

Lin Fei didn't even look at it and swiped away.

Pick the important ones to review.

Let's go back to Marcus first.

That guy sent twenty messages in a row, so excited he was incoherent.

Lin Fei replied: Just finished the competition, it was alright. Let's talk when we get back.

Back to Zhu Xiuli.

The little girl posted several screenshots on her WeChat Moments, all of which were classmates asking her if her brother was playing in the NBA.

Lin Fei replied with a smile: After the next match, go back and study hard.

Then there's Mark Harris, Coach Raymond Hall, and his G League teammate Mike Taylor.

I replied to all of them.

There's also Carl Miller, the one-armed man, and Emily, the caring older sister.

They each gave a brief reply.

After finishing everything, I looked up at my watch.

Two o'clock in the morning.

Lin Fei leaned against the headboard, looking out at the Boston night view.

The phone screen was still lit up, displaying news notifications about myself.

Chinese rookie's stunning debut leads Lakers to upset Celtics on the road.

He let out a soft breath.

So this is what it feels like to become famous at a young age.