Chapter 116: Where is there any Miracle Child

Chris Paul is the master of point guards in the League today.

He has been the core leader of the Hornets since his debut in 2005, for 6 years now.

His ball-handling is skillful, his feel for the ball is natural, and he comes and goes freely on the court as he pleases. Looking at the history of the League, only Isiah Thomas can be mentioned in the same breath as him.

Although Derrick Rose has risen strongly this season and has the momentum to challenge for the regular season MVP, and is very likely to take the point guard spot on the All-League team.

However, when it comes to discussing who is the number one point guard in the League today, Chris Paul definitely ranks first.

Paul's strength lies in the fact that he is a truly selfless organizer; orchestrating, pick-and-rolls, fast breaks—currently, only Nash can compare to him, and Deron is a notch below him. Although Jason Kidd is still experienced, he is too old.

In addition, his defense is also very tough. He is somewhat unscrupulous on the court; he will use insidious and dirty small tricks like Stockton to create threats for his opponents. At the same time, he is also an actor, extremely good at performing in front of referees.

Paul's mid-range shooting is very steady, and his off-ball movement is also above standard. In the job of a point guard, he has almost no shortcomings, except that his height is slightly short, and his three-point shooting speed is not fast or steady enough.

Basketball experts once said that as long as Chris Paul is willing, he can monopolize the assist and steal titles every season.

Although this is suspected of being an overstatement, being able to have this said about him is enough to prove Paul's absolute strength.

Now, Chris Paul is standing in front of Fan Xi with a hostile attitude.

Fan Xi stood majestically in front of the basketball hoop in his small backyard; he didn't have a shred of timidity because of Chris Paul's strength.

On the contrary, his whole body was trembling, and his entire being was boiling with militant factors.

He had already learned about Chris Paul's prowess through videotapes.

But so what?

If one stops moving forward because of the opponent's strength, what kind of real man is that?

Fan Xi was even happy that Chris Paul was hostile to him, and he was even happier that Kobe Bryant couldn't appear in this game.

Although Ma Chen gave him a lot of pressure, and the CCTV camera crew came to shoot material... but, so what?

Fan Xi wants to hone his skills through battle; he wants to use the best point guard in the world to polish his own techniques.

To take his strength to the next level.

As a man determined to conquer the entire League, how could he be timid?

Taylor Swift finally dialed Fan Xi's phone.

This super little queen, who is sought after by thousands outside, hit a wall with Fan Xi; she always couldn't contact Fan Xi in time.

If it were in the past, she would have thrown a tantrum.

But facing Fan Xi, she could never get angry; her mind was full of Fan Xi, always thinking about what Fan Xi was doing? Did Fan Xi eat on time? Did he get hurt by those big, burly, ugly guys when he was playing basketball? Did he encounter any difficulties?

The moment the call was connected.

Taylor's heart beat rapidly; she was overjoyed, as if she had been kissed on the forehead by God in a dream. She spun around happily, showing her little girl side.

The assistant standing next to her was startled; she had just been scolded by Taylor Swift for no reason, but in the blink of an eye, she found her boss was already full of spring breeze.

"Jack..."

Taylor said gently, with a bit of a vocal fry and bubble voice.

This is her talent as a top female singer.

Fan Xi, on the other hand, was not polite; he is a straight man of steel. He asked: "Taylor, is there anything you need?"

Taylor Swift, who was voted by the Grammys as the most likely global superstar of the 21st century, quickly said with a full face of smiles: "I want to invite you to my concert, okay?"

Fan Xi thought for a moment: "I'm not sure if I have time."

"Jack, I checked the Lakers' schedule. My concert is being held at the Staples Center. This is my first concert in Los Angeles, and I really, really hope you can come. And it happens to be on your day off."

Taylor Swift had planned it for a long time.

"By the way, I'm going to watch your game tomorrow night. I've already bought the ticket, and I'll wear my lucky jacket to cheer for you. You will definitely beat that hateful baby-faced guy," Taylor Swift continued.

She wanted to see Fan Xi so much; in her heart, she felt it had been two centuries since she had faced Fan Xi, and she had long been unable to suppress her longing.

"Okay," Fan Xi said, "However, I might not have time to entertain you; this is a very important game."

Although Fan Xi's tone was slightly cold, Taylor Swift really loved it too much. She jumped up excitedly. "It doesn't matter, Jack, I will sit on the sidelines and cheer for you."

"Okay." Fan Xi chatted with her for two sentences and hung up the phone.

Taylor on the other side had already jumped up excitedly.

Taylor really loved Fan Xi too much.

The staff around her didn't understand why such a nationally famous little queen with a bright future would be so devoted to a basketball player.

Although being a professional NBA player is a good job with a glamorous salary, and Jack's popularity in Los Angeles is particularly high, it is said he earned a lot of money.

But it shouldn't make a top female star like Taylor so "humble."

Not to mention, it is said he is also a playboy, with many teenage stars chasing him crazily, and recently even a goddess like Scarlett, who has been famous for a long time, has had rumors with him.

It is normal for the staff not to understand.

Even Fan Xi himself doesn't quite understand. Although he knows he is handsome and many girls chased him before, but... ever since the electric shock at the Staples Center, he feels more and more girls are flocking to him. Their eyes looking at him are full of superstitious worship, and they want to have something happen with him as soon as they come up.

At the away hotel, Fan Xi can always receive a large stack of notes from "female fans," inviting him to "join the event."

But Fan Xi won't go, although his teammates all say it's very safe.

Fan Xi received a call from Kendall Jenner before going to sleep.

Jenner also likes Fan Xi very much, which can be described as yearning.

Although she is not a little queen of the music scene, her family is very famous, and she grew up almost under the spotlight.

She told Fan Xi on the phone that she would also come to the Staples Center with her sisters to watch Fan Xi's game.

"... I will put on my lucky jacket, it will definitely bring you super good luck, you will definitely be able to beat that ugly guy who provoked you."

Hmm?

When Jenner said this, Fan Xi felt very familiar.

After hanging up the phone, Fan Xi recalled why this sentence was so familiar; it turned out Taylor Swift had also said it.

Wait?

Taylor will also watch the game, they won't fight, right? They won't sit together, right?

A thought flashed through Fan Xi's mind.

But on second thought, not likely.

Thus, he fell asleep with peace of mind.

The next morning, Fan Xi's alarm clock rang. After washing up, he received a call from Ma Chen.

Ma Chen brought the CCTV camera crew over; they will record the whole process today, starting from Fan Xi leaving home.

Fan Xi waved at the camera, everything was just like usual. Today, he got into the commercial vehicle Ma Chen drove over, and then drove towards the Staples Center.

On the way, he chatted with the reporter: "I live relatively close to the arena, so it's only about a 20-minute drive. But my teammates basically all live relatively far away."

"It's not quite the same here in the US as in China. Rich people in China like to live in the city center, while rich people in the US like to live by the sea, on the mountains... relatively remote. Those places have better security."

Fan Xi told the story in detail, just like a host of a travel program.

The camera team was very surprised.

The car drove into the Staples Center, and Fan Xi said again: "This is the player-exclusive tunnel, fans enter from the other side. There is also a parking lot outside."

After getting off the car, Fan Xi carried his bag and walked into the locker room, greeting the staff along the way.

Until before entering the locker room, the camera was following and shooting.

Fan Xi went into the locker room, changed into his jersey, and sat for a while for pre-game massage.

Subsequently, he headed to the court to warm up.

He was the first person to arrive at the arena to warm up; the floor had just been laid at this time.

The Staples Center is not just a basketball court. When it is not hosting Lakers, Clippers, and other game purposes, it will also be rented out for large exhibitions, concerts, WWE matches, etc.

Fan Xi's feel for the ball tonight is quite good; he kept hitting shots from outside the three-point line.

The open-shot skill package from Reggie Miller is the technique Fan Xi has mastered best. It is also his advantage in the duel with Chris Paul.

Paul has beaten Fan Xi in many aspects, but he is not as tall as Fan Xi, not as accurate as Fan Xi's open shots, and not as good as Fan Xi's jumping ability.

Moreover, Fan Xi's explosive power and speed are also very astonishing. Coupled with Fan Xi possessing Isiah Thomas's breakthrough skills and low center of gravity.

It's not necessarily that he doesn't have the strength to fight.

Tonight, TNT broadcast this game live.

TNT's commentary team—Ernie Johnson, Kenny Smith, and Charles Barkley—arrived at the scene.

When Fan Xi finished his warm-up training and was preparing to return to the locker room, Kenny Smith called out to Fan Xi, inviting Fan Xi to walk over and accept an interview.

Then, Fan Xi saw the fat and strong Charles Barkley.

When Barkley saw Fan Xi, he actually didn't feel awkward.

Although he kissed many donkey butts because of Fan Xi, he still interviewed him calmly and normally.

"Jack, how do you view tonight's opponent, Chris Paul? I heard that he has been very angry privately that you snatched his All-Star starter spot. Do you think he will teach you a lesson tonight?"

Charles Barkley asked Fan Xi.

Fan Xi smiled and said: "I don't know."

"Then are you afraid? Are you worried that your title of Miracle Child will be stripped by Chris Paul? Actually, your performance in the past four games has been questioned."

Barkley continued to ask.

"I'm not afraid," Fan Xi still answered very simply.

"Then do you think you have the confidence to defeat Chris Paul?" Barkley asked.

"Won't we know after the game ends?" Fan Xi ended the interview.

After Fan Xi left, Barkley talked to himself to the camera: "It seems Jack Fan has no confidence at all, he is very afraid of Chris Paul. He dare not face these questions directly."

Kenny Smith asked him: "Why do you think so? Why don't we make a bet? Let's bet on who wins the game tonight?"

Barkley was startled as soon as he heard the word "bet." He saw white donkey butts everywhere in front of his eyes, and he was like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring.

"I won't bet on this with you, the Lakers' strength is definitely stronger than the Hornets..." Barkley muttered to himself.

"But Kobe won't play tonight, oh." Kenny Smith "lured" Barkley.

Barkley was indeed tempted.

"Betting on who wins is so boring. Why don't we bet on whose stats are better?" Barkley came up with a betting method he thought was safe, saying: "Let's bet on the sum of their assists and points; whoever has the bigger number wins."

Barkley felt this was a sure thing.

Paul getting 20+10 every game is no problem at all.

Especially playing against Fan Xi, he will definitely use more effort. Maybe breaking records is not impossible.

On the other hand, Fan Xi, he hit a wall repeatedly against Mike Conley in the last game, and against the comprehensively strengthened Paul, wouldn't he be blown into slag?

"Okay," Kenny Smith agreed immediately, saying: "Although I know Chris Paul is very strong, Jack is the Miracle Child, my lucky god, I unconditionally believe in Jack."

"What do you say we bet?" Kenny Smith asked Barkley.

Barkley thought for a moment, it still wasn't safe enough: "Besides points and assists, we also have to add steal stats."

Steals are Paul's specialty; Paul has won the season steal title several times.

Kenny Smith actually didn't object; he agreed directly. "No problem."

"If Jack wins in the end, you shout three times: Jack is the Rookie of the Year!" Kenny Smith continued: "And cast your media vote for Jack."

Barkley agreed immediately: "No problem. If Paul wins, you kiss a donkey's butt in front of the entire American audience for 3 minutes."

Barkley's "punishment" was not equal at all.

Kenny Smith hesitated immediately.

Barkley hurriedly used words to stuff him: "Why? Don't dare? Didn't you say Jack Fan is your Miracle Child, your lucky god? Why don't you dare to bet on your lucky god?"

This made Kenny Smith angry directly, Kenny Smith said directly: "Okay! Bet is bet! Besides casting your media vote for Jack, you also have to pull 20 first-place votes for Rookie of the Year for Jack."

Charles Barkley has a good reputation, pulling 20 votes for Fan Xi is not difficult.

He just wants to see Kenny Smith kiss a donkey's butt now.

And break Fan Xi's so-called miracle title.

He agreed directly: "No problem."

The two high-fived to form an alliance.

Barkley smiled and said: "This time, let's see how you end up. You and Jack are both finished. Where is there any Miracle Child!" ===== CHAPTER 117 =====