LeBron James, your house got robbed.

As James stepped onto the court, Quicken Loans Arena erupted in boos.

James received the ball in the backcourt with unwavering focus, completely undisturbed.

Leonard quickly stepped up to defend James, pressing his chest against James' shoulder and using his long arms to constantly interfere with James' dribbling, preventing James from gaining speed.

Seeing this, Wade, on the other end of the court, used a screen and then made a slick cut, bringing Thompson to James' side. He then exerted force as he passed by, successfully disrupting Leonard's close defense.

James seized the fleeting opportunity, dribbled the ball, and made a big breakthrough, with Leonard hot on his heels.

At that moment, a figure appeared. Battier was positioned in James's path, waiting for him to collide with him, while also extending his arms to block the passing lane as much as possible.

Seeing this, James had no choice but to force a change of direction and squeeze past Battier, but his originally rapid speed was completely slowed down.

Changing direction without slowing down is something not everyone can do.

After finally squeezing under the basket, he discovered a small mountain standing between him and the hoop: his old rival, Chandler.

At this moment, James's new strength had not yet been generated. When he saw this familiar wall of sighs, in his confusion, he found that there was only Joel Anthony in his field of vision.

Before Anthony could react, the basketball grazed his hand and flew into Spoelstra's hands outside the bounds.

Looking puzzled, I wondered when I started having offensive scenes.

Turning around, he saw his boss looking furious, gesturing with his hands outstretched towards him. He could only raise his own hand to indicate that it was his fault.

James chose to defy fate and attacked the paint time and time again in the following rounds.

When a player attempted a layup but was swatted away by the boxing champion, cheers from the Quicken Loans Center echoed throughout the arena.

Andrew, on the sidelines, launched into a passionate tirade:

"F**k LeBron, that's how we play."

James couldn't help but recall the fear of being dominated.

Duncan in 07, Garnett in 08, Howard in 09, and Chandler in front of me.

Scenes flashed before my eyes, how many times my dreams were shattered and my soul was broken.

The Heat's offense stalled, but then Paul orchestrated the offense, with Battier and Leonard taking turns hitting three-pointers to extend their lead.

By halftime, James had no idea how he got off the court.

He couldn't find a way to deal with the Cavaliers' defense at all, and even his best tricks were useless.

Before entering the player tunnel, James looked at Chen Shuo in the front row.

Suddenly, I wondered what the Cavaliers' roster would be like if I replaced Paul.

Chen Shuo noticed James's gaze.

I roughly guessed what the other party was thinking.

Although Paul is a traditional point guard, he also plays a core role in the game.

Although it differs from James's core logic, it is equally highly centralized.

The advantage is that it greatly controls the team's turnovers. No matter which team Paul plays for, he can steadily keep the team's turnovers among the best in the league.

The drawback is that the offensive ceiling is not high enough, so Chen Shuo built this lineup not with offense as the main focus, but with defense as the main focus.

Besides targeting the Heat, it's also true that it's due to Paul's limitations.

To ensure the team's defensive structure, Chen Shuo equipped Paul with a large number of utility players.

This lineup, except for the lack of a stretch big man, is indeed very suitable for James's style of play.

During halftime, Chen Shuo went to the team's locker room.

Sure enough, I saw Paul, who was talking incessantly.

Even though the team led at halftime today, the Heat, who made it to the Finals last year, were still down by a full 20 points.

Paul still couldn't control his mouth.

Chen Shuo leaned against the door, listening to Paul's rapid-fire rambling, and couldn't help but sigh, "Personality really does determine destiny."

Paul's great competitiveness ultimately cost him dearly as his career declined.

However, within this timeline, Paul happened to encounter his nemesis.

The silent Thompson and the even more silent Leonard.

This silence made Paul speak faster and faster, and even Scott, the head coach, could only stand there helplessly.

Chen Shuo did not stop Paul's PUA behavior.

For young players, a little pressure and motivation is a good thing.

Moreover, Paul was indeed telling them about his experience in great detail, without being overly meticulous.

This process may not be pleasant, but it is definitely of great benefit to Thompson and Leonard.

In this respect, Paul and Kobe are indeed birds of a feather. Even in the modern NBA, they still insist on the old-fashioned way of leading the locker room.

Even Jordan knew the importance of moderation, only putting his full effort into his teammates during crucial moments, and was generally more relaxed and supportive of Rodman's "short break" (going out to have some fun).

Chen Shuo waited until the game was about to start and the players were gradually walking onto the court in twos and threes before stopping Thompson, who was walking at the back.

Thompson's first half was disastrous, except for that one stealthy three-pointer.

Even in the second quarter, when the team had a complete advantage, Thompson couldn't make open three-pointers.

On the defensive end, Wade picked off every single one of them.

He still had that arrogant expression, but his posture suggested he was sleepwalking.

Chen Shuo looked at Clay in front of him and asked:

"Do you understand why I put you in the starting lineup?"

Clay remained silent.

At that very moment.

Chen Shuo suddenly understood Paul's feelings a little better.

Suppressing his urge to try, Chen Shuo silently organized his thoughts.

Clay is extremely proud and possesses a terrifyingly competitive spirit.

But this doesn't mean he had that kind of invincible confidence from the beginning.

A shooter's confidence needs to be cultivated.

In the original timeline, his teammates and coaches gave him plenty of patience, allowing Klay to fire at will.

Even when he was having a bad day, Curry and Green didn't care at all and kept feeding him the ball.

This fostered Klay's confidence to shoot regardless of the circumstances.

In this timeline, only Chen Shuo can accomplish this task.

"Shoot those three-pointers, as long as the ball gets into your hands."

Chen Shuo ruffled Clay's curly hair and casually pushed Clay forward.

"Go ahead. As a shooter, if you don't even have the courage to shoot, you've already lost."

Clay remained silent throughout, but his steps became more determined as he left.

At the entrance to the players' tunnel, Leonard stood quietly, like a motionless stone, waiting silently.

The two didn't speak, but bumped fists and walked onto the court together.

Chen Shuo, who witnessed the whole thing, felt a pang of unease.

The combined output of these two players over a week probably doesn't equal the output of Paul in a single game.

Chen Shuo returned to the front row; the match had only just begun.

Clay seized the opportunity and fired a shot that missed the mark.

Turning around, James grabbed the rebound and, like a raging bull, charged all the way from the backcourt.

Without gaining weight, Kawhi could barely hold onto James, but couldn't slow down the rampaging bull.

Fortunately, Battier reappeared just in time, positioning himself perfectly in James's driving path.

James lost his balance and crashed into the ball.

The whistle blew.

Even Chen Shuo couldn't stop applauding the veteran's experience.

Battier plays defense with his brain, anticipating his opponent's next move and thought, and getting into a defensive position in advance.

When the timing is just right, it gives the impression of prey plunging headfirst into a trap, making the competition a delight to watch.

Just then, the entire arena erupted in boos, even louder than when James had come out.

Chen Shuo looked closely and saw the referee holding up two fingers and then pointing to the free throw line.

Unbelievable.

Chen Shuo looked up at the big screen, where the live broadcast director promptly replayed the scene.

Battier stood firmly on his feet, his hands motionless, letting James crash straight into him—a completely head-on collision.

It should be considered an offensive foul no matter what.

Even assuming it was a defensive foul, James didn't even throw the ball out, so what happened with those two free throws?

Chen Shuo felt a surge of anger rising within him and immediately wanted Scott to press the buzzer.

I suddenly realized that this rule doesn't exist in this day and age.

Damn!

He stood up and waved to the Cleveland fans, only to be met with even louder boos.

James calmly walked to the free-throw line and made both shots.

The fans in the stadium started greeting the referee.

"Referee sucks——"

"Referee sucks——"

"Referee sucks——"

As a result, Chandler was called for illegal cover in the next round.

Upon hearing the whistle, Chalmers, who had fallen to the ground, stopped writhing in pain and nimbly got to his feet.

James clearly got a taste of success, and in the next possession, he recklessly drove into the paint, deliberately aiming at Chandler and then throwing the ball out.

Chandler was knocked off his balance by an elbow, but he still managed to jump up and use his wingspan to swat the ball away.

Leonard dove to save the ball from the sideline, and Paul took possession of the ball to launch a fast break.

The referee blew his whistle, and he pointed forward with one hand, fingers spread wide and the other hand with only the index finger extended, indicating to the scorer's table that number 6 had committed a foul. His expression was extremely serious, like a judge on trial.

Chandler was still clutching his stomach; the elbow strike had dislodged his internal organs, and his stomach was churning.

But James still spread his hands and chased after the referee, indicating that it was goaltending.

His face showed an innocent expression, his eyes were wide open, and his expression was full of sincerity and determination.

The actor spreads his arms wide in a second, and when he gets into the act, he even puts his hands behind his head, which is hard to understand.

"I'm sure that was goaltending."

Basketball numbers have started to decline.

In the face of such a performance, even the boos from the audience seemed inadequate.

After a moment's hesitation, the referee immediately changed his decision and issued a goaltending signal.

You can shout whatever you want, I'll just keep blowing my own tune. If you even frown, I'll admit defeat.

Chen Shuo was so angry that he laughed instead.

This is to prevent them from winning.

"Dark Blue, give me some points!"

You started this, so don't cry later!