The Way of Basketball: Never Talk Shit to Him!
Chapter 145 - 115 I have heard Michael mention a certain state.

Chapter 145: Chapter 115 I have heard Michael mention a certain state.

"From the moment you joined the team, you’ve never let me down, I believe, this time will be no different!" Rick Carlisle patted Su Wan’s shoulder firmly, but the weight of his hand couldn’t compare to a tenth of the weight of his words.

He had never trusted a player so quickly.

Su Wan had done it.

Just as he had said.

Su Wan had never let him down.

Su Wan grinned, Rick Carlisle’s words unexpectedly reminding him of his life as social livestock before he traveled through time, when his boss would speak similarly whenever asking him to work overtime.

Back then, he did it for a few pieces of broken silver.

Now, he was doing it for Indiana...

When he walked out of the airport, the unified chants of the sea of fans and all sorts of support paraphernalia related to him made it hard not to feel a sense of responsibility towards such a crowd.

"Damn Huaxia people, tonight you won’t be able to take victory away from Auburn Palace!"

"Bitch, where’s your crossed-arm move? Why can’t I see it?"

"You can win, but you can’t win at Auburn Palace, and if there’s a next time, it’ll definitely be with you leaving with your head down."

"Quickly roll back to Indiana with your defeat, you won’t be able to beat us tonight!"

The timeout was over, Su Wan stood up from the bench and walked towards the court, his ears filled with endless curses from the Detroit people, and in the stands, the excited fans had already stood up—security couldn’t stop them from pointedly cursing at the sight of Su Wan’s back, despite their presence.

In fact, these security personnel wouldn’t really manage these fans too strictly, as long as they didn’t cross the line and stayed within that safe red line, they were content to see Su Wan get pointed at and insulted.

Because they too, were Detroit people!

Detroit’s loathing for Su Wan reached new heights as his crossed-arm celebration went viral.

They even blamed all of Detroit’s economic depression on Su Wan.

It was not without reason that Detroit fans were so brazen.

This season, in games with just over six minutes left and leading by 10 points, the Pistons had never lost.

They believed, this time would be no exception.

Reggie Miller really wanted to apologize to Su Wan, knowing that if it weren’t for his poor performance tonight, they wouldn’t be in such a passive situation.

"Reggie, I’ll carry your share of the fight too, so... relieve your mind, we’ll win!" Su Wan seemed to sense his emotion, nudging Reggie Miller’s waist with his elbow, his voice casual but filled with unwavering confidence.

At that moment, it was impossible to distinguish between him and the 40-year-old Reggie Miller—who was the seasoned "old bird" who had played 17 seasons and who was the "rookie," fresh with the Rookie of the Year award, attending his first playoffs.

But he suddenly remembered the contents of a conversation he had with Rick Carlisle about Su Wan.

Carlisle said he felt a sense of stability from Su Wan.

As if no matter how critical the situation, he would always stand up.

The reason Reggie Miller thought of Carlisle’s words now was because he felt, perhaps, truly much more at ease.

The ball was with the Pistons.

And why it was the most critical moment was because, if the Pistons scored this time, they would lead by 12 points.

"Swoosh!"

Hamilton turned the most critical moment into reality.

With Reggie Miller’s long arm in his face, he made a two-point basket—it was clear tonight he was in top form.

The arena exploded, nearly all the Pistons fans stood up, cheering loudly for Hamilton.

With that shot, Hamilton had scored his 25th point of the night.

He was the Pistons’ sharpest spear in winning tonight’s game.

However, before the full cheer faded, Su Wan, with the ball, had already completed his Breakthrough past Prince.

Just one step!

Prince felt as if the man in front of him had springs attached to his feet, with no apparent preparatory movement; Su Wan had darted past him.

His Speed was too fast, Ben Wallace’s defense was much later than before, and by the time he stood in front of Su Wan, Su Wan was already at the Reasonable Collision Zone.

Ben Wallace almost instinctively straightened up, lifting his arms, as if he had heard someone yell "321, wooden man," his body going stiff.

But Su Wan executed a "ball-wrapped-around-waist" move and with a "small hop" surpassed Ben Wallace on the side, leaping up for a Single-handed Slammed dunk, forcefully confronting Ben Wallace who stood upright.

"Bang!"

The ball was "slammed" into the hoop, making a dull sound.

At the same time, the referee blew the whistle.

"Toot!"

A chance for a 2-plus-1.

Ben Wallace was about to argue until he instinctively looked down to see his heel right on the white line of the Reasonable Collision Zone.

He had nothing to say.

Without a doubt, it was a "blocking foul."

The venue went silent—Barkley jumped up, the smooth Breakthrough and the final explosive power of the "dunk over Ben Wallace" had his "goosebumps" erupting.

Little O’Neal also came over and slapped Su Wan’s chest, roaring at him:

That was freaking cool, bro!

Ben Wallace and Prince, the two who had close contact with Su Wan, both had somber expressions, still processing Su Wan’s aggressiveness in that last attack.

They both had the same feeling:

This guy’s performance seems even more explosive!

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