Chapter 183: Because I am the Chosen One

The one to wield the blade must be Fan Xi.

Matt Barnes passed the basketball to Fan Xi almost instantly. Without the slightest hesitation, Fan Xi dribbled the ball and sprinted toward the frontcourt.

Dwyane Wade gave chase at lightning speed, driven by a frantic obsession.

A game-winning shot can happen once or twice, but not three times.

The Flash would never allow himself to trip over the same stone three times.

This time, not even God could stop him from intercepting Fan Xi and rendering Fan Xi's final shot invisible.

Therefore, he adopted a full-court press, confronting Fan Xi with brute force.

Fan Xi remained calm and unhurried, steady in his progress.

Once Fan Xi crossed the half-court line, Wade hurriedly eased his pressure, dropping back a step to defend.

This is the principle that one must be strong to forge iron; had Fan Xi shown even the slightest weakness or retreat under Wade's pressure, Wade would have clung to him, aggressive and relentless.

But once Fan Xi crossed the half-court line, Wade dared not entangle him closely, for it was too easy to be bypassed by Fan Xi in a single step and suffer a game-winning shot.

Fan Xi stopped two meters away from the three-point line.

Wade stood on the three-point line, maintaining a relatively safe defensive distance.

The other Lakers players were running rapidly. Andrew Bynum moved up to the free-throw line, diligently setting off-ball screens for his teammates. He acted as a "Moving Great Wall," while Lamar Odom, Mike Dunleavy, and Matt Barnes were actively moving about; all of them were players capable of hitting shots from the three-point line.

In the current situation, as long as the Lakers hit a shot from anywhere, it would suffice; they were only trailing by 1 point.

Therefore, Miami's defense was biting very hard.

Fan Xi, however, stood there looking light and breezy, dribbling the basketball with an air of ease.

Even when the clock counted down to 10 seconds, he began to count: "10!"

"9!"

"8!"

Fan Xi's countdown made Wade extremely nervous. His sense of urgency rose continuously with the count. He didn't even know if the numbers Fan Xi was calling were correct, because he was facing away from the basket; he dared not turn back to look, nor did he dare lift his head to glance at the timer in the backcourt. He was like a wooden statue frozen by the numbers.

From this moment on, he fell into a passive state.

Fan Xi had already defeated him with game-winning shots twice; his psychological pressure was immense.

"7!"

"6!"

"5!"

When Fan Xi counted to 5, he suddenly launched, and at the same time, Andrew Bynum moved rapidly toward the three-point line.

It looked as if the army was at the city gates.

At this moment, Wade subconsciously retreated half a step, and his eyes drifted away from Fan Xi for less than half a second.

Fan Xi's previous countdown had distracted and unnerved him.

It was just that half-second.

Fan Xi, who had feinted a drive, suddenly pulled the ball back and shot directly... from two meters behind the three-point line.

When Fan Xi launched the basketball into the sky, Wade lunged forward, but it was too late; the light boat had already passed ten thousand mountains.

Furthermore, as the basketball reached its apex, the sharp electronic buzzer sounded, like a final death knell.

Everything was over.

Wade's eyes were filled with horror.

There were two things he hadn't anticipated.

The first was that Fan Xi would actually dare to shoot from two meters behind the basket.

The second was that Fan Xi had reported a false count; he thought Fan Xi would report the time as shorter, for instance, calling 10 seconds when there were clearly 12 seconds left.

Who would have known that Fan Xi was so daring as to call 10 seconds when only 8 seconds remained.

What kind of courage was this?

How could he dare to make such a decision with only 3 seconds left?

How did he know I would retreat?

Wade found it unbelievable; he felt as if he were being stared at by Satan.

The moment became eternity.

Swish!

The basketball fell obediently into the net.

Staples Center exploded instantly; 7,000 people roared out human energy!

As Fan Xi raised his hands high, the Los Angeles fans could no longer suppress the impulses in their hearts.

"My God!! My God~!!"

The arena DJ shouted these stirring words with a hoarse throat, even with a hint of tears.

The ups and downs of this game far exceeded the sum of his entire career. He never dreamed that this game would be won, and it was still Duke Jack, still the Miracle Child, the Miracle Child defeating the Miami Heat with a game-winner once again.

3:1!

MVP! MVP! MVP!

The uniform chanting in the home arena no longer had any dissent.

Every fan at the scene was excited to the extreme; what they witnessed was not just a miracle, but the coronation of the new King of Los Angeles deep in their hearts.

With this game, Fan Xi was enough to secure his seat as a superstar.

Everyone on the Lakers bench, including Phil Jackson, rushed frantically toward Fan Xi the moment the ball went in. Kobe Bryant, ignoring his arm injury, was the first to hug Fan Xi, and then a group of staff and teammates lifted Fan Xi up.

"It's 3:1, Jack Fan has killed the Big Three once again. He is like a lone hero in a Hollywood action movie; no matter how powerful his opponents are, he can always take them down in the simplest way."

"Dwyane Wade never dreamed that the third time he was killed, it would be by such a simple yet bold three-pointer. Jack Fan always goes against the grain; he can always find the weakest point of his opponents and finish them off with one strike."

"Miami won't feel good. No matter what, no matter how great they perform, I'm afraid the only achievement this season will be Jack Fan. People will remember Jack Fan's two game-winners, the dunk over Wade, the three-pointer from two meters behind the line, and his dunks; he dunked over the Big Three twice... these shots will all go down in history. Never has a rookie been as heroic as him."

"And now it's 3:1; in history, no team has ever won the championship after trailing 1:3."

Reggie Miller sang praises for Fan Xi.

He could no longer find better words to describe Fan Xi; he simply said, "Even the games of Michael Jordan back in the day didn't excite me as much as Jack Fan."

McBlin, sitting next to him, could not refute Reggie Miller's praise. In fact, he also wanted to praise Fan Xi's performance in the final moments; Fan Xi's consecutive three-pointers completely killed the game.

However, from his position.

He had to say, "Perhaps it's not appropriate to say this now, but for Miami, 1:3 might be the best result. They need an unprecedented super-miracle to cover up these little miracles of Jack Fan. If they can complete the super comeback from a 1:3 deficit, then they will have completed their final redemption and gained unprecedented glory."

"They can do it."

"The Lakers are already missing Kobe and Pau Gasol. Even if the Lakers won this game tonight, in fact... after Gasol left, the Heat clawed back 14 points; they just lost."

McBlin's theory reignited the fighting spirit of the Heat fans who were feeling as if they had fallen into an ice cellar in front of their TVs. They all realized McBlin was right.

As things stand, the Miami Heat have only one way out: win the championship!

This path is not difficult; just as McBlin said, Los Angeles shows signs of defeat. Missing Gasol and Kobe, what do they have to fight the Big Three?

Today, let Jack Fan be arrogant.

Heat fans turned off their TVs with a sense of spiritual victory.

And went to sleep happily.

As if they were the ones who won.

This posture of retreating like the wind is truly something to sigh about.

By comparison, Lakers fans are more pragmatic.

They are celebrating wildly for Duke Jack's triple-kill of Wade. The MVP chants at the scene are endless. This game-winner is the exclusive benefit for the 7,000 fans who stayed behind; they are very fortunate to have stayed to witness this history.

In front of the TV, those fans who didn't turn off their sets also won this epic surprise.

Chinese fans across the ocean were even more excited to the extreme; they were screaming and shouting one by one.

The CCTV host pushed "exaggeration" to the extreme: "This is Jordan! This is Jordan! No, even Jordan wasn't this awesome. Jordan never hit two game-winners in a single series, and Jordan never faced such despair."

"Fan Xi has completely stood up in this year's Finals. You say he's not good at this or that, but why is it always him who wins?"

"I'm going to buy his shoes until they're sold out!"

"I'm going to tattoo him on my body~!"

This CCTV commentator was clearly emotionally insane.

But his madness resonated completely with the fans in front of the TV.

Who wouldn't think so?

Ma Chen and Lu Yuan in front of the TV looked at each other, then couldn't suppress their excitement and jumped up. The joy in their hearts was beyond measure; they wished they could tear the ceiling off, and even wanted to rush into the street and run a few laps naked to suppress their wildly surging hormones.

The secretion of dopamine exceeded their imagination.

This game-winner by Fan Xi showed them infinite prospects; they all realized this would bring Fan Xi's commercial value to a new height.

Originally, when Pau Gasol was carried off the court, they were all in despair.

But who would have thought that Fan Xi had been fighting all along, and in the final moments, sent the Big Three to hell with two three-pointers.

Admittedly, this is a series.

Admittedly, the Heat have a great possibility of breaking history.

But, f*** it. Tonight, no one is greater than Jack Fan.

Duke Jack has once again stepped on the Flash to sit on the Little Emperor's throne.

"I dare say, there has never been such a performance in history; Fan Xi is one of a kind!" Ma Chen said excitedly with a non-standard Beijing accent.

"Yes. We can tell the whole world that Jack Fan is not only the most popular player but also the most capable player. He will replace Beckham as the new heartthrob; he has the qualifications. Those capitalists should get serious; we won't give them too much time to consider."

Lu Yuan put on airs.

He even said to Ma Chen, who was in charge of publicity: "From now on, you need to create an atmosphere. Even if the Los Angeles Lakers eventually lose the Finals, you must let the world know that Jack Fan is the MVP of this series. He deserves a loser's MVP; his performance is already above everyone else."

Lu Yuan's words made Ma Chen quickly understand.

The fact is, who could be more exciting than Jack Fan in this series? Who could rule the game as crazily as him?

Jerry West watched the whole game in the hospital, and he was completely stunned.

He is the only Finals loser MVP in NBA history. He was too eye-catching in that series.

And now, he saw Fan Xi's performance, and he was completely stunned.

He began to reflect.

In his player evaluation system, Fan Xi is definitely not a superstar. He is a person with a sharp eye; he feels that a player who can truly become a super-superstar must at least possess a specialty that no one else can reach.

What about Fan Xi?

His speed is fast, his explosive power is strong, his jumping ability, his body control, even his dribbling is very sharp.

It's just, does he have a skill that truly surpasses everyone else in the real sense?

No.

And most importantly, as of now, he still doesn't have stable and comprehensive one-on-one strength.

Therefore, Jerry West didn't think Fan Xi could take over the mantle of Los Angeles, coupled with his scandals, which is why he suggested trading Fan Xi for Howard.

Howard is just too strong.

"This kid is always able to catch people off guard; Wade can't keep up with his thinking." Magic Johnson stood next to Jerry West and said slowly.

"Yes."

West nodded.

Perhaps, this is the root of why this kid can always create miracles.

IQ is also the most important part of a basketball game.

Perhaps, this is the rarest talent he has in the NBA, the one that makes people unable to catch up.

*Cough cough! *

At this moment, Old Bas was pushed out of the ward by his son and daughter.

He had undergone an examination and passed a difficult hurdle.

But his body was becoming increasingly frail; no one knew how much longer he could walk.

He lifted his head, glanced at the TV, looked at Fan Xi being lifted by his teammates on the screen, and asked: "We won again?"

"Yes, Jack defeated Miami with a game-winner." Ku Pu Qie Ke introduced excitedly.

Oh.

Old Bas nodded, his expression not very excited. He thought to himself: This little guy really knows how to show off; clearly, the inside players played so well, but in the end, he is the one who gets the fame.

Old Bas didn't watch the game.

The people around him also kept it from him, not telling him the news of Pau Gasol's injury.

Because the doctor told them he couldn't handle the stimulation.

Jean Bas quickly turned off the TV; she didn't want her old father to hear more content.

"We should be able to win the championship in the next game, according to the current situation." Old Bas asked Jean Bas.

Jean Bas nodded: "Of course. Jim is handling everything now; Jim is a capable person. He can even make the ticket revenue for the next game go up another level!!"

Jean Bas unknowingly put eye drops on Jimbas.

Old Bas nodded with relief and looked at Jim with expectation.

Little Bas was stabbed by his sister, and the blood hadn't been wiped clean yet. Old Bas's eyes looked at him, clearly saying to him: You need to be brave.

Why don't you just die!

Jimbas glared at Jean, then bit the bullet and said with a face full of smiles: "It should be no problem, you get some good rest."

Jimbas could only drag it out.

What if the old man doesn't last until the end of the Finals?

Little did he know that Old Bas gets sharper as he gets older; he keenly captured Jimbas's hostility toward Jean, and his eyes followed with coldness.

Fan Xi walked to the center of the court, and after celebrating wildly with his teammates, he accepted an on-site interview with ESPN.

More than 7,000 people at the scene, and everyone who cared about this game in front of the TV could hear his voice.

The host first congratulated him on completing another legendary game-winner.

Fan Xi showed unprecedented "arrogance."

All along, Fan Xi had been very humble in front of the camera, focusing on being low-key; he didn't want to give people an image of being proud and arrogant.

But now, he couldn't help but be "unruly," because if he didn't show off, the morale of his teammates and fans would be even lower, and they would think this was a lucky victory obtained by God's mercy.

"Actually, there's nothing to say." Fan Xi shrugged his shoulders and said in a light and breezy tone: "I just put a victory that should have belonged to us into my pocket."

To show off, one must be light and breezy.

Fan Xi's calm words caused cheers from the fans at the scene; this is the posture the master of Staples should have.

The host was clearly a bit surprised that Fan Xi, who had always been humble and cautious, would suddenly be so high-profile.

He continued to ask: "Currently, Los Angeles is leading 3:1, occupying an absolute advantage. But at the same time, Los Angeles's injury situation is not optimistic. How do you view the upcoming challenges?"

"This is not a challenge."

Fan Xi shook his head and said: "This is a process. Just like our lives, it's impossible to be calm and smooth sailing. We will encounter some difficulties, need some setbacks, and watch people around us seem to live more easily than us. But so what? Does that mean we don't continue to live?"

"My teammate is injured; we will carry their share and continue to work hard, continue to climb."

"I have always believed that a life with ups and downs is more exciting and worth looking forward to. My teammates think so too; that's why we won this victory tonight. We didn't give up, even though they seem more powerful, more advantageous, and have more foundation. The result? We are celebrating here, and they are in the locker room thinking about how to explain tonight's loss."

When Fan Xi said this, the cheers at the scene had already spread.

"My teammates and I will not let the shadow of failure spread to our feet; we will surely burst out with greater energy in adversity."

"Our fans will come to our side again in the next home game and use their loudest cheers to witness: we are moving from this victory to the next."

"We are bound to be the champions!"

"Because, my teammates have always been here; they believe in the process."

"Because, I am still here, and I am still wearing the Los Angeles number 10 jersey."

"Los Angeles, go!"

Fan Xi used a passionate and confident speech to raise the atmosphere of the home arena to the highest point again.

MVP! MVP! MVP!

The cheers filled the entire city.

Greater energy spread throughout Los Angeles and California through TV signals.

Many people excitedly opened their phones and dialed the ticket purchase hotline.

Fan Xi did a great job of promotion; die-hard Lakers fans vowed to stand with Fan Xi, and they would use their loudest voices to defend the last home game of the Finals.

They want to witness with their own eyes what the Miracle Child said: moving from one victory to the next.

Los Angeles is only one victory away.

This is the power of belief.

Duke Jack has never let the fans who support him down.

When the cheers from the court reached the internal passage and poured into the ears of the visiting team's locker room.

The Jameses frowned.

They had just finished a meeting; LeBron James and Chris Bosh comforted the Flash Wade, who had been killed by a game-winner for the third time. Wade was in a very low mood.

However, James soon comforted him: "Dwyane, you are already a superstar with great achievements. You will definitely enter the Hall of Fame, and you will definitely enter the list of NBA historical superstars. You no longer need to work as hard as that little guy to plate yourself with gold through some magical shots to obtain your superstar status. You just need more championships; only championships can improve your historical status, understand? Dwyane."

"Now is the best opportunity. If we tie it 2:2 tonight, it's not as good as 1:3. 2:2 is a stalemate, 1:3 is an unprecedented comeback in history."

James said with a chuckle.

He analyzed the situation for Wade; he is a smart businessman, and he knows too well what is called maximizing interests. Now, it is maximizing interests. Although Fan Xi won a lot through this game-winner, the person who laughs last is the biggest winner.

James saw it very thoroughly.

Wade was soon persuaded.

As things stand, he can only think about the good side.

It's just that he always feels things aren't going so smoothly, although the Lakers, on paper, are completely incomparable to the Heat, and it can even be said... the Lakers' strength is at most at the level of a fringe playoff team.

They are missing Gasol and Kobe.

At this time, the cheers of the home fans came from outside again, shaking the sky.

What the hell?

Everyone in the Heat locker room frowned; still celebrating at this time?

"The Last Supper?"

Chris Bosh joked with a smile.

"Indeed, this season, tonight is their happiest moment; let them cheer to their heart's content," Haslem echoed.

The atmosphere in the visiting team's locker room was quite relaxed; they lost the game as if they had won, very happy.

At this time, their team leader walked in.

Pat Riley lifted his head and asked him what happened.

The team leader told him everything about Fan Xi's speech outside: "... Jack Fan also said that they will surely move from one victory to the next, said they believe in the process, said they will surely defend their glory in setbacks..."

Hehehehe!

There was a burst of laughter in the Heat locker room; they all felt that this little guy Fan Xi was blinded by victory and had become blindly arrogant to this extent.

However, Pat Riley didn't laugh.

He didn't stop the players from laughing either.

Miami needs confidence now, needs relaxation.

But he couldn't ignore Fan Xi in his heart; he had already regarded Fan Xi as a figure like Kobe. This little guy is full of tricks and is extremely good at conspiracies.

If he is saying these things publicly, it means he might have some confidence in his heart.

But what exactly is his confidence?

Even the God of Calculation couldn't calculate it.

After a while, another staff member ran in and said excitedly: "Hey, hey, hey, big news, the Little Duke who claimed he would kill us kissed Taylor Swift on the sidelines, but they were quickly separated by the women of the Kardashian family; they almost fought, hahahaha."

With this staff member saying so, the visiting locker room was extremely happy.

"Another playboy, another little guy who talks trash," Spoelstra said dismissively.

His view was surprisingly consistent with everyone's thoughts.

Everyone thought Los Angeles was hopeless; although Fan Xi said some high-sounding words, his body was very honest, still engaging in scandals; where was there any sign of focusing on the game?

LeBron James stretched and said: "I'll go to the press conference later."

James usually doesn't like to attend press conferences after a loss because he, the Chosen One, needs to say things that don't fit his persona.

But tonight, he thought it was a good opportunity.

He wanted to seize this opportunity to create an image of "don't say I didn't warn you" in front of the media. He wanted to tell the media: I will definitely get back what I lost with my own hands.

Although the Heat are now in a precarious situation, as long as I, James, am here for one day, I will definitely be able to turn defeat into victory and definitely be able to laugh last.

Because I am the Chosen One!!

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