Chapter 189 Dog Shit Luck

The Heat had just finished their Game 7, and they would have two days to rest.

The Spurs, on the other hand, had been waiting for over a week. If it weren't for Popovich maintaining the intensity of their training every day, they would have really started to rust.

But fortunately, the Eastern Conference Finals were finally over. The day after the Game 7 ended, the team would set off for Miami in the morning.

The team didn't have any training scheduled for today, and Tang Tian wasn't planning on traveling to Miami with the team.

He went to the training facility early in the morning to do some extra training on his own, then went home to pack his luggage, preparing to go to Miami with Olsen.

Before the offseason results were out this year, he didn't plan on buying a house, so Olsen could only travel back and forth with him for the time being.

The Heat were a strong team, and the Finals would be difficult. In addition to the lucky bracelet, Olsen had also specially picked out clothes and shoes for Tang Tian.

After confirming their relationship, she had truly become a good girlfriend, putting her heart and soul into caring for Tang Tian.

After packing his luggage, Tang Tian opened the door, turned his back, and pulled his suitcase out.

Unlike last year, the Heat had home-court advantage this year, so the first two games would be played there.

That meant they would be staying in Miami for five days, so he had quite a bit of luggage.

Tang Tian went out, but as soon as his foot landed, he felt something was wrong.

He looked down.

Well, there was a pile of dog poop on the ground, and because he had his back turned, he stepped right in it.

After all, this was an apartment building, not a gated community, so the management wasn't completely up to par.

"What?!"

Olsen's expression was one of helplessness when she saw Tang Tian's shoe.

These were the lucky shoes she had specially picked out for Tang Tian today.

"Change them," Olsen said, glancing at the time on her watch.

"It's okay, I'll just wash it off," Tang Tian said, putting his luggage aside and taking off his shoe.

"Change them, it's too dirty," Olsen continued.

"It's okay, you know, in our country, back when the economy was less developed, there was no fertilizer, so dog poop was used for fertilizing. Back then, dog poop could be sold for money, and many people would pick it up and sell it, so stepping in it is called 'dog shit luck,' it means good luck."

Tang Tian explained as he went into the bathroom to wash the shoe.

Telling the story about dog shit luck was just to reassure Olsen. More importantly, Olsen had spent a lot of time picking out these shoes, and he couldn't just change them.

"Okay, let's go."

"The keys," Olsen suddenly reminded him.

Tang Tian felt his pockets and realized he didn't have the apartment keys.

This step in dog poop wasn't a loss after all.

He went back into the room to get the keys, and when he saw the backpack Olsen was carrying, he suddenly had an idea.

He also wanted to verify whether dog shit luck really existed.

From six or seven meters away, he casually tossed the keys.

The keys spun in the air as they flew towards the left pocket of Olsen's backpack.

"Clang!"

The keys landed securely in the pocket.

"What?"

Olsen heard the sound and turned around, only to see Tang Tian holding his arm in a throwing position.

She looked puzzled.

Tang Tian pointed to the backpack behind her.

Olsen reached behind her and touched it, then couldn't help but roll her eyes at Tang Tian.

Did all basketball players like to do this kind of thing?

"Okay, let's go," Tang Tian said, walking over and kissing Olsen, then grabbing the luggage and heading out the door.

They bought hamburgers for breakfast downstairs, and ate them on the side of the road while waiting for a taxi.

After they finished eating, Tang Tian saw that the trash can was more than ten meters away from him, and he had another idea.

He put all the leftover paper boxes and bags together, crumpled them into a ball, aimed at the trash can, and threw it.

He had crumpled it tight enough that the ball of paper didn't fall apart in the air, but flew straight towards the trash can.

"Bang!"

The paper ball flew into the can, hitting the metal inside and making a clear sound.

Olsen turned around and saw Tang Tian's pose, shaking her head helplessly.

He was obsessed today.

Tang Tian's face lit up with joy.

This feeling was really different today. Judging by this, dog shit luck really existed!

If he didn't believe in this kind of thing before, he really believed it since he wore Olsen's grandmother's bracelet last time.

He suddenly felt very confident about the game tonight.

To prove that what he thought was right, Tang Tian threw things whenever he got the chance.

By the end, Olsen was practically holding his hand to keep him from moving.

But he really had a good touch all the way.

It seemed that tonight's opening game would be explosive!

The Spurs were waiting in full battle array. Popovich didn't schedule any training before the game, letting the players relax their muscles and bodies.

But the Heat didn't have much time to adjust after their Game 7. They scheduled a regular training session in the morning, and the training was open to the public.

Compared to last year, the team's atmosphere seemed a bit serious.

James had made a bold statement this year, but they had only narrowly survived the Eastern Conference Finals in Game 7, so the pressure was imaginable.

After training ended, the Big Three left directly, and only the good old Battier stayed to give an interview.

"What's different about the team this year compared to when you played them last year?"

"The Spurs have been resting for more than a week, they'll be more energetic than you, will that be a problem?"

"Tang won Defensive Player of the Year this season and was also selected to the All-Defensive First Team. Will he be a big problem for you?"

...

Battier was the only one giving interviews, and a wide variety of questions came one after another.

But Battier was really patient, answering each question one by one.

"The difference between this year and last year, I think is that we've all become stronger. This year's Finals should be even more exciting than last year."

"I'm 35 years old, but LeBron and the others are still very young, and we also have 2 days of rest, so I don't think energy will be a problem."

"Yes, he's very good. He made a lot of key shots last year, and his defense is also very eye-catching this year, but we have ways to deal with him."

...

Battier was unhurried, and his manner was elegant. No wonder the Heat would have him give interviews at this time.

But you could still hear some things from Battier's answers.

Although the Heat had just finished their Game 7, because the Spurs were an old opponent, and they had probably always treated the Spurs as a hypothetical opponent in the Finals, they were still very well prepared.

Just like Battier said, although this year's Finals still featured the same two teams, both sides had become stronger, and the game would definitely become more intense.

During the afternoon's entry ceremony, reporters took all kinds of photos in the underground garage, and all kinds of news before the game was constantly updated.

This year's Finals, because of the stronger lineups, had also attracted unprecedented attention.

Tang Tian came to the arena with Olsen. They rented a car in Miami.

Just as they got out of the car, before they could even see the reporters, Tang Tian saw a ball of paper on the ground, picked it up, and threw it towards the trash can five meters away.

"Score!"

With his shout, the paper ball landed securely in the trash can.

Olsen's face showed no emotion at this time. He had become immune to Tang Tian's behavior along the way.