Artest imdiately covered his mouth, blood seeping out from between his fingers.
"Tweet!"
The referee blew the whistle.
LeBron Jas hurried forward to argue his case, using hand gestures to suggest that it was just an unintentional move.
Su Wan stood by, watching his clown-like performance.
He didn’t speak.
But even just standing there, he exuded an invisible pressure on the sideline referee.
Ultimately, the referee still handed LeBron Jas a "T."
The New York Knicks got "two free throws and one possession."
LeBron shook his head helplessly amid the jeers of the crowd, as though he’d been gravely wronged.
Hmm...
Your Artest only has a bit of blood trickling from your mouth, but our Old Zhan here took a "T!"
Artest’s eyes were filled with rage.
But with Su Wan’s calming presence, he let the dics stop the bleeding.
The ga restarted, and Stephen Curry, as the representative with the highest free throw shooting percentage, took the shots.
After sinking both free throws, possession still belonged to the Knicks.
Su Wan got the ball in the frontcourt and looked for LeBron again.
The first attempt at a mismatch didn’t work against LeBron, but he wasn’t in a rush. He set a screen with Artest again, and this ti, he finally got LeBron in front of him.
LeBron was obviously intimidated.
He knew Su Wan well enough to understand that Su was not one to let things slide.
Whether he felt wronged, or his teammates were wronged, he would find a way to even the score.
Let’s just say this, Su Wan would definitely find an opportunity to make him bleed from the mouth.
Seeing that LeBron dared not approach, Su Wan didn’t fuss about it. He simply raised his hand for a mid-range jumper and scored, then glanced at LeBron, "Keep dodging, LeBron, and you’d better walk around from now on, otherwise..."
Su Wan didn’t finish his sentence, but the aggressive look in his eyes tightened LeBron’s sphincter.
He really wanted to say:
Su Wan, it wasn’t intentional.
But in response to Su Wan’s words, he rely scoffed dismissively, pretending not to care about Su’s threats.
Old Zhan is both weak and loves to put on a show.
During the Heat’s counter-attack, smoke poured out of Artest’s eyes. LeBron, sensing that Artest’s control was slipping further, passed the ball and raised both hands towards the referee, signaling:
Dad, look at him!
The referee blew the whistle.
Artest had indeed gone too far.
He had to blow the whistle to keep things in check.
Then LeBron’s mouth curled up in a little "sneak gets a treat" smile, thinking he had a great advantage.
Artest was close to losing control.
Having seen the whole thing, Su Wan motioned to Artest and suggested they switch on defense.
Next, as the Heat inbounded the ball, Su Wan imdiately tangled up with LeBron, his movents even more pronounced than Artest’s just before.
LeBron tried the sa tactic; the result...
The referee acted as if he hadn’t seen anything.
There was no way around it!
With Su Wan’s current reputation value, even if David Stern himself were blowing the ga right now, he’d act as if he hadn’t seen a thing, allowing Su Wan to play freely.
It was just like the 1998 Finals.
Karl Malone claid Jordan fouled on the steal, Russell claid Jordan pushed him.
It didn’t matter whether what they said was true or whether Jordan really committed these fouls. In the referees’ eyes, Jordan made a clean steal and a clean kill.
The "League Face" was not just a re title.
There were also various invisible privileges.
This included being more free on the court.
LeBron had the dia energy of a superstar, but now in front of Su Wan, he was no different from any other player.
No matter how forcefully Su Wan acted, the referees wouldn’t blow the whistle.
Unless it was a very obvious foul.
Right now, Su Wan was just being forceful, not fouling...
"Slap!"
With increased physical contact, Su Wan seized the opportunity and threw a sharp elbow at LeBron’s mouth.
LeBron imdiately clutched his mouth in pain, rolling on the spot.
But ironically...
The referee didn’t whistle at first.
The Heat’s attack didn’t stop either; it continued.
It wasn’t until Spoelstra couldn’t watch anymore and stepped forward to pat LeBron on the back, telling him to stop acting, that LeBron painfully looked up, and everyone realized that LeBron’s mouth was indeed bleeding.
"Tweet!"
The referee finally blew the whistle.
Spoelstra was furious, yelling at the referee, "Why did you only whistle now!"
LeBron also looked at Spoelstra with a face full of grievance:
You’re no saint either!
The referee didn’t say anything, but internally cursed:
Damn it?
Who’s fault is it that the guy pretends too much?
Haven’t you heard the story of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf"?
Who knew he was actually elbowed this ti!
The referees truly thought LeBron’s "acting bug" had bitten him again.
But having missed the timing for the whistle, they wouldn’t possibly add a foul against Su Wan for the Knicks in their ho court.
The referee decided in the end to give LeBron ti to treat his mouth wound, which would be offset by the Heat’s ti-out.
Spoelstra looked ridiculous.
LeBron was furious enough to burst.
After the tiout, the ga continued, and Su Wan was still marking LeBron.
Wade handed the ball to LeBron.
He felt that LeBron was very angry at the mont and would surely retaliate.
LeBron pretended to size up Su Wan and then passed the ball back to Dwyane Wade.
With only 8 seconds left on the shot clock,
Wade had to attack on his own.
Artest couldn’t keep up with his steps, and, facing Tyson Chandler’s defense, Wade completed the basket with his signature "Wade’s fall."
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