Chapter 65 West Forum Arena

The Lakers fans at the Great Western Forum were all gaping like "o's."

Sitting courtside, Nicholson's female companion was in trouble again.

Because a stunned Nicholson had once again spilled his coffee on her.

Fortunately, the coffee wasn't too hot...

The blonde felt life was too hard; making a living was too damn difficult.

Not understanding basketball, she wiped her shirt with a tissue, forcing a smile. "I'm fine, don't worry about me."

...

On the court, Su Feng was stunned when Iverson dove into his arms.

Calm down.

Don't panic.

"Did that shot go in?"

Because he felt the trajectory was off after the shot, Su Feng had closed his eyes.

He hadn't seen the ball go in.

Plus, it was too noisy, so Su Feng only heard a bang.

But looking at Iverson's excitement and O'Neal's bewilderment, Su Feng knew.

That shot went in!

So, putting on a show of calm, he enjoyed his exclusive privilege with his right hand: messing up Iverson's cornrows and being forgiven;

Meanwhile, with his left hand, he locked Iverson in his arms.

After the last game-winning shot, Su Feng was much wiser this time.

Let's die together, Allen!

The other 76ers players quickly rushed towards them.

And seeing countless big hands reaching for his head out of the corner of his eye, Iverson was in despair.

No—!

Damn it!

Don't mess up my hair!

A moment later...

Where was the usual swagger and coolness of the "Golden Double Guns"?

Misery loves company.

Su Feng casually smoothed his hair and took off his headband, feeling very relaxed.

And Philadelphia's "183" silently picked up the headband from the ground. At that moment, Iverson's mood was as tragic and indignant as it could be.

103 to 102, the final score of the game.

The regular season was full of fun, and the 76ers once again unbelievably defeated a strong team.

Contributing two game-winning shots in his debut month, Su Feng, the first Chinese player to enter the NBA, had become the magical rabbit in the eyes of the people of Miguo (United States).

It is worth mentioning that Su Feng, who was joking with his teammates, did not notice that he had scored a career-high 26 points in this game, while Iverson contributed 32 points.

So here comes the question.

32+26=?

"Your high school classmate is waiting for you."

On the court, besides being indignant, Iverson elbowed Su Feng in the kidney to remind him.

At this time, at the Great Western Forum, the Lakers players had returned to the locker room one after another.

No one was a masochist. After all, watching others celebrate after being killed by a buzzer-beater was too heartbreaking.

...

But, to be fair, the trolls of this era just didn't have keyboards, otherwise Su Feng could open 8,000 accounts and spray him until he doubted his life.

Those who supported him would be in the majority, after all, the masses loved to watch the excitement.

Besides, in the Miguo (United States), if you didn't have some temper, life wouldn't be easy.

Su Feng remembered that the funniest thing in his previous life was that many keyboard warriors who claimed to be Duncan fans thought Duncan was an honest man.

But in fact, Duncan was ruthless when he was being a pain.

Because Duncan could just come up with a math problem, and who among those trash in front of him could answer it?

In his rookie season, Duncan was chatting with Robinson when they were talking about gravity and relativity.

As a result, Duncan suddenly said, "So, after we master the gravitational acceleration, how should we deal with giants like 'Shark'?"

Popovich once said in the future that in the Spurs, no one "dared" to actively chat with Duncan except for Robinson, because the questions Duncan asked... you couldn't answer them!

Don't mistake being a quiet flirt for being honest. There weren't many honest people in the NBA.

If Da Yao had been a little more cunning back then, it would have been a different story.

...

After the interview, Su Feng saw Kobe waiting for him in the parking lot.

Kobe casually tossed the car keys to Su Feng.

Fortunately, Kobe was on point today, and the car keys didn't clang off the rim.

"My new Audi TT, want to try it out?" Kobe smiled.

Su Feng nodded. He and Kobe had gotten their licenses together, but after getting his license, this "old driver" hadn't touched a car in a long time.

To build his strength, Su Feng usually walked to the arena unless Iverson or Big Ben picked him up.

Not wasting a second was Su Feng's insane standard for himself.

"Where to?" Su Feng asked curiously after getting into the driver's seat.

"You drive, I'll give you directions. I know a really good pizza place nearby," Kobe said.

Su Feng shrugged, and then...

There was no then.

"Damn! Stop, stop, stop! Pull over!" Kobe was sweating from the scare.

A dozen seconds later...

"Su, how did you get your license?" Kobe asked curiously, looking at Su Feng, who had almost crashed into a pillar.

Su Feng's face turned red. "I haven't driven in a while, believe me, give me another chance!"

Looking at Su Feng's confident expression, Kobe hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Oh no! You're reversing, oh my god, hurry, stop!" Kobe panicked.

Really panicked!

Kobe swore that if he ever went out with Su Feng again, and he let Su Feng drive, he'd be a dog!

"Kobe, I think there's something wrong with your car," Su Feng said seriously.

"My brand new car!" Kobe retorted.

"Then can I try again?" Su Feng blinked.

"You get out, I'll drive." Kobe didn't give Su Feng another chance. He didn't want to be on the headlines tomorrow with Su Feng because of a 'car accident.'

Switching to the passenger seat, Su Feng was puzzled. "It's strange, my driving skills are even better than Takumi Fujiwara's!"

Cough cough...

After switching to Kobe's driving, Su Feng was immediately proven wrong.

Because the fact was, it really was his problem.

About twenty minutes later, Su Feng and Kobe arrived at their destination...

Kobe ordered a pizza with a distinctive Southern California flavor, garnished with blooming pumpkin flowers and tomatoes, with slowly melting burrata cheese in the middle.

They ate and chatted, and the conversation basically revolved around basketball.

For example, Kobe criticized Su Feng's ball-hogging style of play, while Su Feng argued that a scorer couldn't be called a ball hog, right?

In addition, Kobe also curiously inquired about Su Feng's personal life.

And when he learned that Su Feng, like him, regarded basketball as his girlfriend, Kobe was relieved.

Because after failing to score with Brandy, Kobe was still single.

"This pizza tastes average," Su Feng commented, looking at Kobe, who had eaten three-quarters of the pizza by himself.

"......"

And Kobe, who had been enjoying the pizza, suddenly lost his appetite after hearing Su Feng's words.

You know, Kobe had tried several restaurants after returning to Los Angeles, but he couldn't find anything that tasted like the Wellington steak Su Feng had made in the summer.

"Su, what do you think about opening a pizza chain together in the future?" Kobe asked curiously, looking at Su Feng.

"Pizza chain?" Su Feng asked in return.

Because he grew up in Italy, pizza was one of Kobe's favorite foods.

After Su Feng's comment, Kobe suddenly felt that he didn't have to wait until he visited Philadelphia or had a vacation to eat delicious food...

Pizza wasn't hard to make, as long as Su Feng handed over his recipe, and someone was hired to make it, wouldn't that be the end of it?

Think about it, if they opened a pizza place like that in every city with an NBA team, wouldn't Kobe be able to eat delicious pizza every day?

Kobe felt he was too clever.

After signing with Adidas, many people around Kobe had been urging him to invest in something quickly, otherwise he would only be able to live off his savings after retirement.

In the Lakers, O'Neal was a particularly good investor. Those 1 million original shares of Google alone were enough to crush many so-called NBA investment gurus.

"Su, what do you think about calling our pizza place Blaze Pizza?" Kobe never liked to drag things out. This trait was related to his half-Leo bloodline.

And Su Feng, after hearing Kobe's words, almost choked on his lemonade.

A pizza chain, called Blaze Pizza?

Oh my Westbrook...

If Su Feng remembered correctly, the pizza chain that LeBron James invested in in the future...

Seemed to be called Blaze Pizza.

This, this, this is too insane, right?

Are you really not going to leave anything for King James, who is still a Baby.King right now?

But, looking at Kobe, who had already started planning the future of Blaze Pizza, what could Su Feng say but sigh?

Just like that, Kobe finalized the development plan for Blaze Pizza. In short, he would first start a pilot in Los Angeles.

He would look at the development in the future, and then make further plans.

And Su Feng became the second largest shareholder of Blaze Pizza.

...

After having supper with Kobe, Kobe drove Su Feng to the airport.

"Su, the next time you visit Los Angeles, we can eat our own pizza together," Kobe laughed.

Su Feng: "......"

Feeling sorry for James for a second!

God knows what it would be like when James entered the league in the future.

Su Feng felt that the people around him were getting more and more insane, and they really weren't leaving anything for others.

...

After saying goodbye to Kobe, Su Feng and his teammates returned to Philadelphia.

Su Feng's 'Rookie Month' had two games left, and next, they would face the Orlando Magic.

After O'Neal went west, this Magic was no longer a top team.

Currently, "Penny" was lying in bed flirting with nurses, just like Su Feng remembered.

Nick Anderson, who had offended "Old Rogue" (Michael Jordan), was also struggling with his "inner demons."

Because he had missed four key free throws in a row in the 1995 Finals, plus being beaten by Jordan in the Eastern Conference Finals last season, Anderson's free throw percentage in the new season was only a pathetic 40.4%.

You know, before that, his free throw percentage had been around 70%, which wasn't excellent, but it wasn't bad either.

Anderson's mentality had completely collapsed.

Because in addition to being labeled as the "number one war criminal" by the Orlando media, even the Magic fans would ridicule him and boo him when he took free throws in the new season.

If there weren't any social networks right now, who knows if Anderson would shoot himself.

Su Feng knew the story behind Anderson. This guy wasn't bad in essence, just not tough enough mentally.

So, the first element of playing in the NBA is that you must have a thick skin.

Because fans and the media alike can praise you today and trample on you tomorrow...

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ps: Headache, been hurting since I got up this morning, sorry for the late update, I'll try to get the next chapter out sooner.