Chapter 196: Final conclusion, the era of the Little Duke

What is unexpected is that the Miami Heat, who took possession of the ball, also didn't call a timeout.

The "God of Calculation" is a shrewd man; he has always been flawless. He does this because he doesn't want to cause extra trouble and doesn't want to give the Lakers time to react. Most importantly, he believes the Lakers no longer have the physical strength and ability to stop Miami from getting the points they want.

The Lakers' defensive line had already thrown away their helmets and armor two or three minutes ago; the Heat only need to defend the Lakers' last wave of offense, and they will surely win.

Pat Riley stands up, looking at the Lakers fans standing up and shouting "Defense" all over the arena. Suddenly, his thoughts drift; he became famous in Los Angeles, but now things have changed.

Jack is a good player; he has the prerequisites to achieve greatness, but... tonight.

Pat Riley's thoughts turn, and suddenly he sees Fan Xi walk in front of James.

He is very surprised.

He originally hoped James would make a quick decision, launch a fast break, and get the power of the final attack, so that no matter what, the victory would be in the hands of the Miami Heat.

Who knew that in the moment he stood up in a trance, too many things happened on the court.

LeBron James first launched a charge, but Luke Walton bit him very timely and tenaciously, and Fan Xi quickly double-teamed him; James returned without success.

"You can't get in, LeBron; you will definitely pass the ball. You are that kind of person—timid, hypocritical, and irresponsible."

Fan Xi constantly sprays trash talk at James during this process.

James's mentality collapses a bit, and he shouts: "Do you dare to go one-on-one with me?"

He retreats to outside the three-point line, and Fan Xi follows him immediately.

The head players of the two teams finally solve the final victory of the game with face-to-face offense and defense at the last moment. This is the manifestation of individual heroism and the manifestation of leadership temperament.

This is what fans, the league officials, and even sponsors want to see most.

The strongest superstar in the league today matches up with the strongest rookie in the league today.

"Jack, come on!"

The three new-generation superstars sitting on the sidelines, Kevin Durant, Derrick Rose, and Blake Griffin, stand up almost at the same time, cheering for Fan Xi in unison.

Regardless, they hope Fan Xi wins tonight.

Their voices are drowned out by the tsunami-like sound waves in the arena, but at this moment, their stance is so clear.

LeBron James is a smart person to the extreme; his wisdom ranks among the top in the NBA. When he retreats to outside the three-point line, he quickly realizes he fell for Fan Xi's trick.

The confrontation between the two sides lets time pass second by second; Miami's previous strategic goal loses its effect, and the plan to grab a fast break is stranded.

He has to control the rhythm and focus on playing for shooting percentage.

His teammates run quickly, pulling apart, making active preparations for James to kill into the basket.

Fan Xi stands in front of James, turning half his body, actually in a posture of "inviting the king into the urn." He is still shouting at James: "You don't dare to attack yourself, LeBron; you are too weak, you are afraid of being fouled, you are afraid of not making free throws, you are afraid of becoming the culprit of the team's failure, you don't dare to take responsibility."

Fan Xi's tone is like a sharp dagger, stabbing into James's heart stitch by stitch, blood oozing out... It's not blood, it's the self-esteem of the "Chosen One."

James took a deep breath, telling himself not to fall for Fan Xi's tricks again, and not to be provoked by his taunts.

With 8 seconds left in the offensive time, LeBron James suddenly starts; he takes lightning-fast steps, he breaks directly into the paint from Fan Xi's right side, Fan Xi looks completely unresponsive, his turning speed is very slow.

This doesn't make sense.

At the same time James passes Fan Xi by one step, he instantly realizes this might be another trap... Fan Xi has always been a symbol of cunning like a fox in his heart.

He worries there is a trap ahead.

But undoubtedly, he is "the spectator who sees the game clearly" (wait, no, he is "the player who is confused").

Kobe, standing on the sidelines, and Dwyane Wade, lying in the locker room, two top guards have already realized a shocking fact: Jack Fan is injured. His injury is still very heavy.

Kobe Bryant stands on the sidelines, his observation more careful; he stares closely at Fan Xi's right ankle, finding that Fan Xi's ankle has swollen up—visible swelling.

God.

He covers his forehead with his hand; he knows what kind of thing Fan Xi is doing.

Doesn't this kid know the drawbacks of playing with an injury?

"I'm coming, LeBron."

Fan Xi's voice chases from behind; James has almost no hesitation, he quickly throws the ball to the corner, Mike Miller receives the ball, he quickly jumps up to shoot... James chooses to pass, but in fact, at this time, Fan Xi is still one and a half steps away from him; if he wanted to dunk, no one on the Lakers could stop him.

He is "too smart for his own good."

This passing choice is undoubtedly a manifestation of his personality.

Swish!

The ball thrown by Mike Miller hits the basket.

This is a long-distance two-pointer.

The Miami Heat take a 1-point lead with 14.7 seconds left in the game.

The pressure is all on the Lakers' side now.

Fan Xi takes the ball from Luke Walton, takes a step forward, but finds his right foot is a bit disobedient; it seems to have lost sensation. And before this, it was tearing pain; every move would drill into the depths of his brain.

Fan Xi played a round while enduring such intense pain; this is the reason he didn't call a timeout. He knows that once he sits on the bench, he won't be able to get back up.

"Is it worth it? Silly boy."

Kobe Bryant stands on the sidelines muttering to himself; this steel-like man's eyes are covered with a thin mist.

Fan Xi is a superstar he watched grow up; he has a love and importance for Fan Xi that other rookies don't have. From the beginning, he determined Fan Xi was the hope for the Lakers' future, but Fan Xi's growth speed exceeded his imagination boundary. The "future" hasn't arrived yet, but he is already the pillar of the Purple and Gold Legion; his performance in this year's Finals is no worse than any Lakers superstar.

He is already a legend.

It's worth it.

Fan Xi takes firm steps, although his right foot has a "stepping on air" feeling of no sensation when landing, although he doesn't know the extent of his right foot's injury, he doesn't stop for a moment.

His steps move forward.

Lingering in his mind are Dunleavy's determined eyes, Lamar Odom's reckless foul, Matt Barnes beating his chest and roaring "The Iron Armor Still Remains," Joe Smith pulling James down from the air with his old body... These people's postures flash repeatedly in Fan Xi's mind; they are so firmly believing that victory will come, they are so believing in Fan Xi's energy.

All pain added to his body at this moment is lighter than a feather.

If he doesn't win this game, Los Angeles will completely bury all previous efforts.

Fan Xi knows that after this game, it will be very difficult for him to go to Miami again.

He grits his teeth and passes Mario Chalmers, who came to chase, with a spin move at the mid-court line.

His body staggers slightly due to insufficient support from his right foot, but his strong ball-handling skills allow him to control the ball steadily, and it has the effect of flying close to the ground.

From the scene, this is a beautiful pass.

But a drop of hot tears falls from Kobe Bryant's corner of the eye.

He knows Fan Xi is purely at the end of his rope.

"You little character, don't block my way."

"Let your boss come!"

Fan Xi stands at the three-point line and shouts loudly and heroically.

This sentence makes the cheers from the fans on the sidelines rise; Fan Xi's tough posture makes the surrounding fans feel the true charm of a man.

LeBron James cannot avoid facing it.

He comes to Fan Xi, opens his terrifying wingspan, and his strong body forms a powerful pressure.

"You can't hit a buzzer-beater over my head." James says firmly.

This sentence sounds more like he is giving himself a confidence boost.

Fan Xi smiles lightly and says: "You can try."

Then, he shouts: "Spread out!! Luke, you go to the paint."

Fan Xi's loud shout instantly makes LeBron James's heart defense chaotic. Luke Walton goes to the paint? Ratliff and Joe Smith are both in the paint; if he passes the ball, who will defend?

Oh no, I might have fallen for his trick again.

James feels infinitely conflicted in his heart, as if three or four drumbeats are hitting wildly and disorderly.

He quickly makes a gesture, letting Mario Chalmers chase quickly, leaving this to him. He doesn't believe Fan Xi can escape his "Five Finger Mountain."

Fan Xi sees James clearing the left and right, and a smile that is hard to detect appears on the corner of his mouth.

Then, he steps out with his left foot like a storm, like thunder, like silver bottles shattering, a moment of beauty.

This step of Fan Xi forces James's defense back by one step; James almost reflexively retreats, fearing Fan Xi will break through his defense.

Who knew Fan Xi would stop his pace after one step of galloping, quickly make a shooting motion, which gives James a feeling of being caught off guard. He quickly brakes and flies up to defend, but who knew that just as he flew up to defend, Fan Xi suddenly rotates with his right foot as the pivot, completely deceiving James's defense.

Fan Xi dodges the defense and makes a shooting motion upward again.

This action is like throwing a handful of pigeon food in Prague Square; James jumps up again... Although his center of gravity has completely shifted, his amazing talent still allows him to maintain defensive deterrence.

However, just as he jumps over to defend, Fan Xi turns again, using his right foot as the pivot.

James can only turn his head, just like a toad being played with by a child with a cotton ball.

And at this time, Fan Xi makes an inward passing motion; this action makes James's last bit of balance used to steal inward.

When James's body twists and steals inward, Fan Xi is at ease, even taking a look at the shot clock.

With 1.3 seconds left, he shoots the ball... When shooting, Fan Xi's feet don't even leave the ground; he just throws the ball out very easily, in the way of training shooting.

Leisurely, as if no one is around.

No one thought the last shot would be so simple.

The ball draws a beautiful and elegant arc; LeBron James is powerless to block it at this time, he can only watch the ball fly over his head, sighing at the ocean—there is nothing more than this.

"It's over, no suspense."

While James waits for the result in a daze, he hears Fan Xi's voice: "Congratulations, runner-up."

As soon as this voice falls... Beep! The red light flashes, the buzzer sounds, and the game time ends.

Swish!

The ball drills into the basket.

White waves rise, final conclusion.

Buzzer-beater!

Staples Center explodes directly; the depression and heroism hidden in everyone's heart cannot be suppressed at this moment.

The on-site commentator uses the biggest vocal cord friction of his life to roar: "Fan!!!"

However, it is still drowned out by the energy of all the fans in the arena.

Everyone is roaring wantonly.

Strange fans high-five and hug each other at this moment, their eyes full of tears of excitement.

112:110.

The Lakers won!

Won like a dream.

In a situation where everyone thought the Lakers couldn't win, the Lakers won.

The Lakers defeated the arrogant super Big Three in an extremely difficult situation.

Fan Xi created a miracle, created an unprecedented miracle.

He is lifted up by his teammates; Joe Smith and Ratliff carry him on their shoulders. Everyone on the Lakers bench rushes to the court excitedly when the whistle blows, including Jerry West and Magic Johnson, who rush the fastest; Magic Johnson even raises his hands in front of Fan Xi to worship.

Before the series started, Magic Johnson had complex emotions about Fan Xi; he didn't like Fan Xi, nor did he favor Fan Xi to break his record, but now, he is convinced, and he is willing to respectfully call Fan Xi the King of the Lakers' Finals history.

Five games, three buzzer-beaters, in the absence of two major cores, he carried the righteousness on his shoulders, hard-carried Los Angeles, and incredibly defeated the arrogant Miami Big Three.

"No one will be greater than Jack Fan, believe me, even if God wears the number 10 jersey, it is impossible to surpass Jack."

"Don't tell me about Jordan; I played in the Finals against Jordan, and none of his Finals games were as great as Jack's tonight. Buzzer-beater! He killed James, it's great. 28 points, 15 assists, 10 rebounds, 3 steals, 2 blocks, monopolizing all the scoring in the final moments of the Lakers, plus a super buzzer-beater, I can't believe it, what other performance can be compared with him."

"I announce that I am Jack Fan's super fan, f*** it, I am willing to kiss a hundred more donkey butts. I am proud that Jack has kissed a donkey butt!!!"

Charles Barkley is a hundred times, ten thousand times more excited than Kenny Smith at the moment the buzzer-beater hits.

In fact, at this very moment, across the ocean, the entire land of China is boiling.

Who would have thought that Fan Xi would really come up with another buzzer-beater at the end?

And it was such a buzzer-beater; he played LeBron James like a fiddle, and then killed the Heat with a training-style shot.

"This is the most powerful manifestation; I killed you with the most ordinary and casual moves, killed you, the man known as the strongest in the league, killed you, the galaxy battleship known as the most luxurious in the East."

"What is a superstar!"

"Fan Xi is not only the pride of Chinese basketball but also the pride of world basketball. I believe that today the whole world will boil for his great performance!"

"The ownership of the MVP is no longer in suspense."

"Or it should be said, the MVP trophy has no regrets because of Fan Xi."

"..."

Just as the CCTV commentator said, at this very moment, not only is the land of China boiling, but all basketball media in the world are screaming and boiling for Fan Xi's buzzer-beater.

This is the greatest Finals performance in history, none other.

Perhaps there will be people who score more than Fan Xi, perhaps there will be people who are more efficient than Fan Xi.

But from the game itself, Fan Xi is in a class of his own.

Fan Xi is a superstar in the true sense who wins against the strong with the weak, crushing stones with the posture of an egg.

Staples Center is already filled with ribbons.

The Buss siblings in the VIP box put aside their prejudices at this moment; they hug each other tightly, passionately celebrating the team's second three-peat dynasty in history.

At the same time, the Miami Heat leave the court sadly, giving up the stage for celebration.

Next, this will become the Lakers' Finals awards ceremony.

The runner-up doesn't have a trophy, although Fan Xi congratulated LeBron James before.

LeBron James, who was killed by the buzzer-beater, hangs his head in low spirits; he doesn't even know how he walked into the player tunnel; he is numb all over.

This is the biggest setback of his career, none other.

He joined the Heat in a way no one expected last summer; he could only make the doubters shut up with the championship trophy... just as he promised back then.

This year was supposed to be his best chance; when Kobe Bryant was injured, everyone said Miami had no reason to lose.

When Pau Gasol was injured, everyone said the Miami Heat wouldn't be worthy of their lineup if they didn't create a 1:3 desperate comeback this time.

However, it just so happened that the damn undrafted player emerged, and he destroyed everyone's beautiful dreams.

The Big Three were thrown into the toilet, flushed into the dirty sewer along with the damn stench.

This summer will become James's biggest nightmare.

Especially Fan Xi's final buzzer-beater, which was simply rubbing LeBron on the ground.

James can't bear to recall it.

He doesn't know why he was so stupid at that time; it didn't look like him at all.

But it just so happened.

It just so happened that he was played with, killed by Fan Xi in the most ordinary and humiliating way.

The moment LeBron James walked into the player tunnel, he looked back at the center of Staples Center, where the light was shining. In the very center, Fan Xi was carried on the shoulders of two strong men, and more than 20,000 people in the audience were shouting: "MVP! MVP! MVP!"

The overwhelming momentum and the peak of prestige, nothing could compare to this.

"The one who should be enjoying this cheering should be me. If the basketball world has a map, I should be the one standing in the middle."

The "Little Emperor," the "Chosen One," thinks so.

Is the era of the Little Emperor to be usurped by the damn Little Duke?

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