Chapter 663

Before the game started, James Dolan pulled a stunt, grabbing a microphone and singing a song on stage dedicated to Fan Xi: "You Are My Hero"!

He spent $1 million hiring Taylor Swift to write the song; she handled both lyrics and music, finishing it in about an hour and a half.

He was thrilled, feeling it was worth every penny, and even said he'd gift Taylor Swift a luxury sports car.

Taylor Swift thought this guy might be a bit off—does he like me? Is this nouveau riche trying to win me over with such a tactic?

Then, when she turned on the TV, she realized she was wrong.

The nouveau riche wasn't trying to win her over; he was trying to win over her husband.

The song Zhan Mu Si Duo Lan sang was full of emotion; how to put it? It was like ghosts wailing and gods howling!

It was like a shaman electrified, constantly roaring on stage. You are my hero! You are my hero! You are my hero!

I won't comment on how he sang; the feeling was deeply invested.

At the end, all the fans joined him in shouting: MVP! MVP! MVP!

Before the game even started, the atmosphere of the farewell appreciation gathering was already intense.

How should we evaluate this?

Fan Xi smiled and said, "Zhan Mu Si Duo Lan is a good boss."

Tai Lei Si Wu Fu Te finally understood why her casually written songs were worth so much money, and why she was even given a sports car. In the end, it was all to please Jie Ke.

Is it worth spending over a million to win Jie Ke's favor?

Tai Lei really doesn't understand Zhan Mu Si Duo Lan—he cares about money. Moreover, Fan Xi has brought him how much income this year? It's not in the millions or tens of millions; it's in the hundreds of millions.

And most importantly, there's the intangible honor boost—the championship. My deadbeat dad never managed to do this; I did? Who still dares call me a prodigal? Is there such a prodigal?

Knicks have won two championships in four years! Tied with the Los Angeles Kuaisuan as the Eastern and Western dual powerhouses, forming the Fan dynasty!

How overbearing!

How arrogant!

How magnificent!

After the performance, Zhan Mu Si Duo Lan hugged Fan Xi tightly and even went down on one knee to tie her shoelaces in a proper manner.

Fan Xi laughed as she shoved him away, drawing laughter from the whole crowd.

The atmosphere of the New York Knicks is really great now.

James stood in the corner watching Zhan Mu Si Duo Lan's antics, recalling 2010 when Zhan Mu Si Duo Lan and his executives desperately courted him. Back then, they also treated him and his team as honored guests.

But now, Zhan Mu Si Duo Lan walks past him, chin raised, not even wanting to glance at him through his nostrils.

Zhan Mu Si Duo Lan now has the capital to be arrogant.

James… people now only mention him with sorrow and regret.

Once Heaven's Chosen Son, once a king. His glory ended abruptly after 2010. Fan Xi's brilliance completely overshadowed him; the image he is remembered by is the most tragic backdrop of the Fan era.

A wandering loser.

Gypsy James.

The game started soon.

Fan Xi fulfilled her promise; after getting the doctor's consent, she let Bolzunjisi jump for the ball, and he won with his height and long arms against Pachulia.

Fan Xi dribbled past halfcourt, drove to the basket, passed the ball to him, and he dunked with one hand.

Looking back, Curry hit a three-pointer.

Fan Xi substituted Bolzunjisi out.

"Boy, don't rush. Your good days are still ahead. You're already a champion!"

Fan Xi silently patted Bolzunjisi's head and sent him off the court.

Then Fan Xi hit a three-pointer in the frontcourt to repay in kind.

Fan Xi now plays as she pleases, like flowing mountains and rivers, naturally perfect.

The Warriors can no longer contain him.

At the same time, Durant popped up.

The Warriors played hard, whether in tactical coordination or player morale.

But, if you can't stop it, you can't stop it.

Although their current lineup can go up against historic strong teams.

But they can't match Fan Xi.

Because Fan Xi transcends eras; placed in the long river of time, he is also the supreme basketball overlord.

Jordan, don't come trying to extort.

Fan Xi dominated the first quarter, dominated the second, dominated the third. The fourth quarter was handed over to Comrade Durant.

Comrade Durant closely followed Fan Xi's steps, vigorously promoting basketball shooting techniques to the countryside, and also digging deep into the paint, working hard, suffering, and toiling; the other Knicks players all benefited, speaking in praise.

The Knicks won a resounding victory.

Durant jumped onto the technical platform and shouted: "This is my... and Jie Ke's era!"

It's truly a case of dual powerhouses standing side by side.

Fan Xi walked toward James, and they shook hands and embraced.

James is now very downcast; he even wants to cry.

After all these years, this year is the closest he's ever come to victory.

And now, it's his most desperate moment.

He knows he may never be able to defeat Fan Xi in his lifetime.

Fan Xi patted the back of his head and said, "If you want to cry, just let it out. Cry, and tomorrow will be a brand-new day."

Fan Xi isn't very good at comforting people.

James still shed hot tears.

He had a hard life.

Too hard.

In NBA history, no one has ever been suppressed like him.

Jordan vs Malone only lasted two years, Barkley, Kemp and the like weren't playing every day either. But Fan Xi vs James, he does it every year, six times in the finals, once at the Olympics, once at the World Championships.

"When are you retiring?" James almost cried.

This is his 13th season; next year will be his 14th, yet he still has nothing, not even a championship ring. Although he always makes the finals, what's the use of making the finals without a trophy? It only adds to the sorrow.

James has already gone from young James to old James, with hardly any hair left on his head. It's family genetics, but over the years fighting Fan Xi, who knows how many brain cells have died; pulling all-nighters is a regular thing, and he's seen 4 a. m. in Miami, Cleveland, and Oakland.

Staying up late, waking early, with great mental pressure—how could he not go bald? Now he's like Drexler.

Fan Xi smiled and said, "I'm only in my seventh season; retiring now would be too early, wouldn't it? The fans wouldn't allow it."

"But you've already won seven championships." James felt wronged.

Fan Xi smiled again and rubbed the back of his head.

He gave him a promise: "If you play until your 18th season and still haven't won a championship, come find me—I'll bring you one."

"Deal!"

That's exactly what James wanted.

Fan Xi smiled again and went behind to rub James's head.

James dodged: "Jie Ke, don't touch—there's nothing left back there anyway."

Fan Xi burst out laughing; he didn't expect James to be so humorous.

Maybe it's because the core of comedy is tragedy.

Fan Xi left James, walked to the center of the stage, and the New York people were ready to listen to the Thus we include: English's victory speech!

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