The Way of Basketball: Never Talk Shit to Him!

Jimmy Butler was quite resistant to this matter, but who could resist when his boss had such a "peculiar taste"!

He made up his mind that once he no longer had to play Su Wan's sidekick, he would definitely let his hair grow, and even straighten it.

Hmm...

Su Wan probably didn't expect that forcing Jimmy Butler to shave his head to spare his own eyes would have triggered Butler's rebellious psychology.

But who cares!

That's a matter for ten years later.

After D'Antoni's speech, the New York Knicks team entered through the guest team's tunnel.

As soon as he walked in, Su Wan felt a wave of heat hit him, making him feel like he was on the Miami beach instead of in a stadium.

The Miami people in the audience gave them a barrage of boos immediately upon their entrance.

The boos were much stronger than usual.

It's no wonder, given the oppressive heat, the crowd was more irritated than usual.

Some fans even started throwing paper cups.

The security personnel for this game did not turn a blind eye.

Apparently, they had some crisis awareness, knowing that in such an environment, failing to control the audience's behavior could lead to serious consequences.

Artest frowned. As a veteran, he thought he'd seen it all, but he'd never experienced such a terrible environment. The game hadn't even started, yet he already wanted to call it the toughest battle of his life.

He looked at Su Wan, only to find Su Wan as calm as ever.

"Don't you think it's a bit too stifling, buddy?" he sat next to Su Wan.

Su Wan said, "Didn't we already know that the moment we walked in?"

"..."

That was true.

But what Artest wanted to say was, he didn't expect this venue to be so stifling!

If a bucket of cold water was put in front of him right now, he would strip all his clothes off without hesitation and perform a "cool breeze" in front of twenty thousand people.

It just shows how unbearably hot this venue is now.

"All the same!" Su Wan muttered softly. But in his heart, he was gritting his teeth:

Damn, I'll give Pat Riley a good whack sooner or later, and take down this bastard!

He had just glanced towards the stands but didn't see Pat Riley, indicating that if Riley came to this game, he was probably hiding in a VIP suite.

The suite would definitely have air conditioning, otherwise, who could stand it!

Just imagining him holding an icy Coke in one hand, a young beauty in the other, with a godfather-like smile as he watched everything through the suite's TV...

Su Wan couldn't help but wish he could immediately face off with the old fellow in a "Western duel"!

Don't let me catch you.

But the "sauna room" does have its "sauna" benefits.

At least...

The view from the stands was quite beautiful.

These Miami people had been in the arena for almost 40 minutes, and in a stifling bathhouse for 40 minutes, it's hard not to undress, including some female fans, from Su Wan's viewpoint, it was a sea of wild excitement.

This ordeal made it feel all the more like a midday beach visit...

Soon, the Heat Team players also entered the arena.

Looking at their resolute expressions, it was clear they'd undergone a round of psychological preparation.

But if you observed closely, you would find that LeBron was frowning.

Even though they had pre-adjusted, Pat Riley couldn't really provide a venue simulating the presence of two thousand people, so they could adapt inside.

Thus, the environment was far worse than what the Heat Team had simulated and adjusted to.

Even Spoelstra's face had changed...

He hadn't anticipated how the environment would turn out after packing in the whole audience. After the group had been boxed in a suffocating furnace for 40 minutes, he spontaneously sweated, and a thought surfaced in his mind:

Is this really a good idea?

He was beginning to doubt Pat Riley.

But things had come to this point, and the Heat Team had no retreat, only to fight on: "Come on, guys, this is the key match. Let's take them down!"

He actively extended his hand.

The other Heat Team members gathered around him, and their exhales in unison felt like a flame burning at the center of their circle.

The heat was damn excessive!

Spoelstra looked at the frowning faces, suddenly feeling they shouldn't have formed a circle...

Su Wan had never felt like the pre-match warm-up took this long.

The scorching air rushed up his nostrils, surging into his body, burning his insides. However, when he saw LeBron, none of this mattered.

Especially realizing that all of this was a ploy by Pat Riley to stop him...

Bring it on!

Even so!

Tonight, I'll definitely win the game!

Su Wan's gaze was sharper than the Swordswoman's blade.

"Toot!"

The buzzer sounded, and LeBron exhaled a hot breath.

It was finally about to begin.

He really wanted to complain about why the pre-match warm-up was so long.

Couldn't they start the game immediately once they entered the arena?

But what he wanted to gripe about more was:

Why do I have to play in such a dreadful environment.

It reminded him too easily of his ancestors, picking cotton under the scorching sun.

Damn!

I've caught you, you racist Pat Riley!