Chapter 357: Are We Almost in Miami?

The Lakers media's sourness is understandable; it's no surprise they say such things. But no matter how bitter they become, how twisted their hearts are, one thing is clear: the ticket revenue from these three games will not go into the Lakers' bank account.

Kuaisuan's ticket revenue from the three games will undoubtedly exceed the Lakers' total‑finals ticket sales last year. This clear fact is why people say Kuaisuan has already achieved a partial surpassing and is about to fully surpass the Lakers.

The Kuaisuan delegation boarded a plane to Miami on Friday morning.

At the airport, Kuaisuan fans and many media outlets saw them off.

Arenas faced the camera, visibly excited, waving his hand as he told everyone, "Hold on, we'll at least bring back one win from Miami. But if we take two wins, then only Jie Ke will refund your tickets for Game Five."

Arenas is arrogant.

He provoked the fans on site to shout, and the media declared the trip was not in vain.

Who could have thought that, despite Kuaisuan's passive situation, Arenas would still dare to claim a sweep of the Heat right now.

This is such a naïvely romantic heroic sentiment.

Of course, those who dislike Kuaisuan and Arenas will say he's a dead duck with a stubborn mouth, that even if he dies his mouth stays hard.

Arenas is unfazed; to him, as long as one place is hard, that's enough. Can't his mouth satisfy you?

The flight from Los Angeles to Miami is long; they won't arrive until evening.

So after the plane settled into smooth cruise, the players each attended to their own affairs: some gathered to play bridge, others read, and some discussed tactics and gossip.

Kuaisuan's long‑haul flight is probably the healthiest in the league.

Most teams, even the Lakers where Fan Xi was last season, play gambling games during flights or elsewhere—sometimes dice, sometimes other things.

Thanks to rumors that Arenas once smuggled a gun into the Washington locker room, the team has prohibited such activities from the start. Kuaisuan's locker room is filled with true gentlemen, good people. They don't break the rules, and Arenas has strictly complied since arriving.

He now enjoys "showing off in front of others," loves to brag recklessly each time, and the teammates make it happen together.

After the Western Finals, Fan Xi told him that sometimes you need a bit of sharp sarcasm. Now he has picked up the Mark Twain collection and is studying it intently.

He is very ambitious.

Fan Xi stared at the white clouds outside for a while, then feeling a bit tired, he lowered his comfortable seat, pulled the blanket over, put on an eye mask and noise‑cancelling headphones, and quietly fell asleep.

The plane threaded through the clouds; it was a long flight across the United States, and no one knew how long it had been.

LeBron let out a strange scream up front.

Heavens!!

LeBron shouted, "Come see, come see."

He called Kuameibulang and Little Jordan over; they gathered around LeBron's laptop, watched for a while, then also let out weird cries.

Immediately, everyone on the plane, except the sleeping Fan Xi, clustered over.

Oh, God.

The devoutly conservative Grant Hill even drew a cross on his chest, while that bastard Little Jordan pulled out his phone, opened the 1‑hour‑15‑minute audio, put on headphones, and started listening.

"This is terrible; it could be the biggest side scandal in NBA history," Stephen Nash frowned, looking at the sleeping Fan Xi, "Hope it doesn't affect him."

"The team must act, otherwise the whole Finals will be disrupted by this. Public opinion can easily kill people."

Vince Carter reminded them.

"Who spread this problem?" Arenas asked, "We need to eliminate that damned snitch."

"Regardless, we must act quickly. This impact on our Finals is too great," Bilupusi said calmly.

They began contacting Ku Pu Qie Ke and their PR firm.

They hope to cover up the scandal so public opinion doesn't keep fermenting.

In fact, Tai Lei Si Wu Fu Te's agency is already acting.

Heavens, that 75‑minute video is explosive. It recorded that studio operation; Taylor only wanted to keep some memories, never imagined it would leak.

Damn, it must have been caused by that studio fire.

Looking at TMZ's bold, black headline: "NBA Superstar and Pop Music's Little Diva Secret Audio."

And the ever‑rising view count.

"It's already past ten million. It was released less than an hour ago. It's already spreading worldwide, damn, now no PR can fix it. TMZ's legal department replied to our takedown request, saying they didn't point out who."

"But the audio mentions Jie Ke 58 times, Tai Lei Si Wu Fu Te 6 times, 'baby' 11 times, 'dear' 2 times…"

The agent used the data to help Taylor recall that madness.

She blushed furiously.

"We must sue, sue the person who sold the audio to TMZ, and sue TMZ. It clearly points at us; they invaded our privacy and caused irreparable loss."

Taylor said resolutely.

"Yes, many lawyers want the case. They're like sharks smelling blood; they even started gathering evidence early…"

The agent replied.

American lawyers love doing this because the settlements are huge, their cuts are substantial, and it boosts their fame.

"But now what do we do? We must stop its spread." Taylor said.

The PR team spread their hands, out of ideas.

"The spread speed exceeded expectations; even TMZ can't stop it. The internet has gone crazy, even crazier than the video itself. TMZ rented servers double the usual amount, yet still shows signs of crashing, and many people copied the audio to circulate…"

The agent was vividly describing the impact of the incident.

"Then what do we…"

"They can do nothing," the PR team said, spreading their palms.

…

Fan Xi is still sleeping on the plane; there was no turbulence today, and his sleep quality is exceptionally sweet.

It's been two and a half hours since TMZ released the shocking video.

Television, streaming, and online media worldwide are frantically following the story; its heat has created a tornado‑like effect globally, topping every worldwide trending list and sparking an explosive trend.

Open any entertainment channel and it's basically all about it.

Fan Xi's manager Lu Yuan sat in the office, completely collapsed, and many partners called him, asking about the matter and how he should handle it.

Lu Yuan faced the biggest crisis of his career.

He could only deny, saying, "It is very likely computer‑generated, and there are so many people named Jie Ke in the world—how can they say it's our Fan Xi?"

"Maybe it's just netizens trolling."

Lu Yuan gave his answer.

However, many internet experts have explained: it is definitely not synthesized, nor edited; it should be a single‑take recording. Moreover, voice comparison shows it is Jieke Fan and Tai Lei Si Wu Fu Te himself.

Lu Yuan communicated with the team's public relations.

The PR told him that it can no longer be blocked, and they can only wait for further developments.

"We will watch it unfold."

"But with such a huge incident, how can we stay calm?"

"Turn off the phone."

…

"LeBron! LeBron! LeBron~! God is on our side. Look, that Jie Ke bastard finally got caught; he actually recorded audio with Tai Lei Si Wu Fu Te, that damn fetish destroyed him. Now the whole world is debating this, the media are rushing to revel, and the internet!!"

"Our chance has arrived!"

Ke Li Si Bo Shen rushed into the arena's therapy room, exclaiming joyfully to team leader James.

James and Wade De lay on the massage table while a professional therapist performed sports rehabilitation on them.

And the TV on the wall was broadcasting the explosive news from Bo Shen's mouth.

Ke Li Si Bo Shen stopped and stood beside it.

The 'entertainment expert' inside was actively discussing the matter: "…Undoubtedly, this is the craziest video‑tape incident Hao lai wu has seen in years. Jie Ke is a hot‑topic figure, and Tai Lei Si Wu Fu Te is the most promising singer‑songwriter in the world music scene lately; their influence spans the globe. But now… such a scandal has erupted."

"No, sir, I have to interrupt you. This is not a scandal at all. What's ugly about a normal man and a normal woman doing this? Jie Ke has always been in a boyfriend‑girlfriend relationship with Tai Lei Si Wu Fu Te, and now we need to find out who leaked it. It severely violates the privacy rights of two celebrities," a heated female anchor jumped in to rebut the expert.

"Moreover, from that video I can hear Tai Lei Si Wu Fu Te is happy, she is enjoying it, she is immersed in a wildly loving feeling. I believe her fans will be pleased, at least the idol they support has found a strong man."

The female anchor said excitedly.

In the United States, people's thinking is open.

They even protect individual rights to the extreme.

"No. Listen, regardless of the reason, they are public figures and must take responsibility for this. Many kids will be taught badly; this is immoral…"

The expert was hoarse and exhausted.

James reached out and changed the channel.

ESPN was also discussing it.

"…This is undoubtedly a huge positive for Miami. This public opinion will inevitably drag Jieke Fan and his Kuaisuan into the storm. I can't wait to watch the finals; you know, Miami fans will definitely do something new on site… hahaha," Reggie Miller said on TV, winking.

"Jieke Fan, that despicable playboy, has finally been caught. Previously everyone only speculated he was a playboy, and even though Miami police deployed sea, land, and air forces to surround him, they never obtained concrete evidence. Now it can finally be confirmed."

Another commentator said.

James raised an eyebrow and said to the nearby Wade De, "Clearly, this is our biggest assist. The Kuaisuan interior will definitely become demoralized because of this. I don't know if Jie Ke's mental toughness can be that strong, but I do know he is a Zhongguo, Zhongguo people are very conservative."

James was optimistic.

Before this incident, he was already optimistic because he was confident in his improvement over the past year. Moreover, the Kuaisuan had already lost three key rotation players.

This time, combined with this wave of global public‑opinion attack, he doesn't think the Kuaisuan still has the strength to face the Heat in a showdown.

At least, the two home courts will see them battered and bloodied.

Wade De also agreed with James's assessment.

At that moment, the masseur behind them suddenly said, "Is Jie Ke a monster? Such a long time—oh my God, no wonder Tai Lei Si Wu Fu Te's lung capacity at the end of the video is like a wisp of breath. Seventy‑five minutes! Are you NBA players really that strong?"

The remark silenced the entire therapy room.

…

The long flight continued.

Fan Xi was still snoring loudly.

At this moment, the world outside the window had turned upside down, and in fact they had already entered a completely different time zone.

The Clippers had already held their third meeting.

They were anxious.

"We might need to hide this from Jie Ke; we can't let him worry about it. Even more, we must not let him think he's holding us back," Nowitzki said calmly.

"So, from now on we must be more united and tougher. Not only must we become strong ourselves, but also shoulder Jie Ke's share," Arenas added, "When this happens, Jie Ke must be very upset."

Everyone nodded.

Indeed.

"But the incident has already happened, and media worldwide are reporting it. We can't hide it even if we try," Xiao Qiao Dan took off his headphones, sweating heavily, and joined the discussion.

"Then we should downplay the matter; everyone will act indifferent later. After all, we've dealt with stuff like this before. I can even pull out my video for you to see… hehe," Arenas, a big player, said.

But Leonard lightly added, "Is there also a 75‑minute version?"

The tense atmosphere eased, and everyone laughed.

Arenas felt a bit embarrassed; he looked and saw only 75 seconds, so he quickly deleted it.

"Mine is an excerpt," Arenas explained, "the highlights."

The aircraft cabin was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

At that moment, the sleeping Fan Xi stretched lazily, took off his headphones and eye mask, and looked up to see everyone gathered together.

He asked, "Are we close to Miami?"

…