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Time always passed quickly during training. By 9 PM, the Staples Center was brightly lit and packed with people, with fans gathering, eagerly awaiting the game that was about to begin that night.This stadium is the most unique in the league. It's the only stadium shared by both the Clippers and the Lakers. Every time the Lakers play a home game, there are stars gathered courtside: Hollywood celebrities, pop singers, models—people willing to spend a lot of money just to sit courtside and watch ten big men battle over an orange basketball.
Many of them have no understanding of basketball rules at all. They're not interested in the game; for them, it's just an opportunity to show off. They might know the name of Kobe Bryant, but that's about it. They'll clap politely when the Lakers score, but they never make any exaggerated movements because they're afraid of messing up their carefully selected outfits.
Of course, the density of stars courtside is directly proportional to the importance of the game. The annual Christmas game is a favorite of these stars, drawing the attention of fans across the United States.
However, tonight, the Lakers were only playing against the Warriors, an unknown team. Aside from Jack Nicholson, a die-hard Lakers fan, there were only a few lesser-known stars courtside.
Behind the visiting Warriors' bench, a woman with a sexy body and beautiful face, wearing Curry's number 30 jersey, was watching the court with a smile. Curry would glance over at her from time to time, and they exchanged looks. The unspoken connection between them seemed to radiate tenderness and sweetness, as if the over 18,000 fans in the stadium didn't exist and it was just the two of them in the world.
This woman was, of course, Ayesha.
She was also working hard in Hollywood, though she wasn't famous yet—just a very small star, still striving for her dream of becoming a big one someday.
Since the start of the season, the Warriors had played over a dozen games but hadn't visited Los Angeles until now. This was the first time Ayesha had the chance to see Curry play in person.
Her Warriors jersey stood out among the purple and gold Lakers jerseys, and along with her beautiful appearance, she often drew attention from others.
But Ayesha didn't mind. She was focused solely on Curry. When Curry hit a three-pointer during warm-ups, she clapped and cheered enthusiastically, as if Curry had just hit a buzzer-beater in front of Kobe.
In the warm-up, while Curry was shooting, he would glance toward Ayesha from time to time, smiling like a fool, which made Butler, standing next to him, look at him disdainfully.
"Stephen, spring hasn't arrived yet, but did your charm already show up?" Butler said with a sneer.
Curry looked at him and replied, "What do you know, man, as a single person…"
Butler curled his lips in disdain. "Women only affect my basketball practice."
He ignored Curry and began practicing open three-pointers.
Curry, no longer distracted, suppressed a smile, focused on warming up, and prepared for the upcoming game.
After starting his relationship with Ayesha, Curry had stayed in Charlotte to train, while Ayesha continued to work hard in Hollywood. They spent more time apart than together, with very few chances to meet. They could only chat and video call each other every day to ease the pain of missing each other.
After joining the NBA, Curry had been so busy with training and games that he had very little time to talk to Ayesha. They could only chat for a short while at night before saying goodnight, which made him miss her even more.
Before this game, Curry had asked the team to arrange a visitor's ticket and sent it to Ayesha. They finally got to meet again, and it had been a month and a half since they had last seen each other.
Although Curry was excited, he decided he had to perform well, give his all, and make sure to win this game to give Ayesha the best gift.
He took a deep breath a few times, reached the three-point line, and began shooting.
Curry first shot from just inside the arc, and the ball swished through the net.
He took a step back, received a pass from his coach, raised his hand, and sank another three, nothing but net.
He took another step back, dribbled a little, then stepped into a smooth jump shot, and the ball swished again.
He took a third step back, now standing on the Lakers' logo, and received the ball from his coach. Without hesitation, he raised his hand and shot—nothing but net.
After hitting four consecutive three-pointers from increasingly further distances, Curry shook his hands and didn't stop shooting. Instead, he grabbed the ball and started doing some smooth dribbling moves, between-the-legs, behind-the-back dribbles, moving effortlessly down the court and finishing with a reverse layup off the glass.
After watching the ball sail through the hoop, Curry clenched his fists, looked at his hands, and then glanced over at Ayesha, who gave him a thumbs-up with a big smile.
"Ayesha, I'm definitely going to win this game… even if the opponent is the Lakers!" Curry murmured quietly to himself.
He felt a warmth spread through his body, his palms were hot, and his hands felt light. The hoop seemed bigger, like he could hit anything he aimed for.
Curry looked across the court at the Lakers players warming up and gestured with his left hand twice, eager for the game to start.
The referee didn't keep him waiting long. After a few minutes, the starting players for both teams stood up, and the game began.
This game wasn't broadcast live in the United States, and the live commentary at Staples Center was from a local Los Angeles sports station with no major reputation.
Before the season started, no one could have predicted that the Warriors would make such a stunning performance. What was expected to be a battle between the defending champions turned into a major clash between the number one team in the Western Conference and the number four team in the West, leaving broadcasters regretting it.
However, the Warriors had adjusted several games for national broadcasts. It was impossible to adjust every game, so the commentators could only helplessly watch how a focused game became just a local live broadcast.
The situation was different in Colombia. Even though Yao Ming was injured and the Nets were struggling, the Warriors' excellent record meant that all their games were broadcasted.
Today, ESPN and TNT were broadcasting the game between the Warriors and the Lakers, with famous commentators like Mike Breen and Jeff Van Gundy handling the play-by-play.
"Good evening, dear viewers. Welcome to the game between the Warriors and the Lakers. I'm Mike Breen. Tonight, Jeff Van Gundy and I will bring you the action from this exciting match. The Warriors continue with their usual starting lineup: Curry, Azubuike, Butler, Varejao, and Biedrins. The Lakers are sending out their top five: Kobe, Fisher, Artest, Gasol, and Bynum. Both teams are fully rested, and this game promises to be a thrilling one," Mike Breen said as the broadcast began.
As Breen finished, the Warriors' players sprinted to the offensive side and began their attack.
On the sideline, Liam stood up unusually, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes locked solemnly on the court. Normally, he would sit firmly in the Diaoyutai seats during earlier games.
Curry dribbled the ball and looked toward Liam, who gave him a few pats on the head. Curry nodded in understanding and turned to face Fisher, who was guarding him with an intense look.
Since the Lakers weren't having Kobe guard Curry, the Warriors had the advantage.
Curry reached the top of the arc, not calling for a pick-and-roll. After a quick change of direction, he found a little space, raised his hand, and sank a three-pointer.
Fisher was too slow to react and couldn't block the shot in time. All he could do was watch as the ball sailed over his head and swished through the net.
3-0.
"Did Curry really just shoot like that without hesitation? He's so confident!" Jeff Van Gundy exclaimed.
The live feed was flooded with comments:
"666!"
"Long time no watch NBA games. Are all players today this good?"
"Damn, ruthless!"
Fisher was slightly shocked but didn't take the shot seriously. To him, if Curry made the shot, fine, but he'd keep his focus and pay more attention later.
On the next possession, the Lakers ran their usual play. Fisher dribbled the ball across half-court and passed it to Gasol in the low post. Gasol immediately turned to face Varejao, made a move, and scored with a firm shot.
3-2.
Looking back, Curry still faced Fisher head-on.
This time, Fisher stepped up, denying Curry the space for another three. But the distance between them was too short. Curry made a sharp change of direction, darted past Fisher, and then stopped at the free-throw line, sinking a mid-range jumper.
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Looking Back, Curry Still Chose Simplicity When Facing Fisher.
This time, Fisher stepped forward, giving no space for Curry to shoot a three-pointer, but the distance between them was too short. Curry made a quick change of direction and dashed past Fisher.
He didn't attempt to challenge Bynum's rim protection. Instead, he stopped at the free-throw line and took a mid-range shot.
5:2.
Liam smiled.
"Curry is on fire. He scored 5 consecutive points. Fisher's defense was completely useless."
Liam nodded.
"Fisher is better suited for guarding bigger guards like Deron Williams. His steps aren't fast enough, making it difficult to defend against more agile guards like Curry."
If both of them could see it, the head coach certainly could. But Phil Jackson remained seated, like an old god. His eyes behind his glasses were calm and serene, showing no intention of changing his approach.
The live broadcast room exploded:
"Buddha, act fast! Curry's monster move is causing a ruckus in Staples Center!"
"Don't speak, don't disturb the Zen Master's meditation!"
"Did Jenny Buss leave this old man dry last night? You should take it easy!"
On the court, the game continued. Gasol was still calling for the ball in the low post. Varejao interfered with the ball, and it didn't go in—his little hook bounced off the rim.
The rebound went into Azubuike's hands, who quickly advanced with the ball. However, the Lakers quickly retreated. He had no chance to attack inside and passed the ball to Curry.
Fisher was guarding Curry after Curry caught the ball. Fisher quickly stepped back, but as he retreated, Curry raised his hand and hit a three-pointer.
Fisher's right hand slapped Curry's face, but it was futile; the basketball still swished through the net.
8:2.
After making the shot, Curry slapped his chest and pointed to the sky, but this time, he didn't bite his mouthguard. Instead, he smiled at Ayesha.
Ayesha jumped out of her seat, excited, clapping and cheering for Curry's shot. She stood out among the quiet Lakers fans. The live broadcast camera also caught her at just the right moment, drawing the attention of the fans in the arena.
"Damn, where did this beauty come from?"
"I have to say, after watching football for so many years, the quality of fans at the Lakers' home games is the highest!"
"Which Hollywood star is this? Can someone tell me?"
"A bunch of fake fans, this is Curry's girlfriend!"
The comments in the live broadcast room instantly increased. These straight guys were all old perverts.
The fans' attention shifted to the beauty, but Kobe didn't care at all. He looked at Curry, celebrating wildly on the Lakers' court as if no one was near, and his eyes gradually grew cold.
He kept Liam's words in mind, but only because the game had just started and he deliberately controlled his desire to shoot. The Lakers stuck to their planned tactics, focusing on letting Gasol attack the Warriors' weak interior.
But Kobe was still Kobe. His competitive spirit was so obsessive that he could never tolerate a rookie going wild in Staples Center!
Fisher dribbled the ball into the frontcourt and was about to pass it to Gasol again, but Kobe stepped up directly to take the ball.
Fisher glanced at Kobe, then at Gasol, who was stuck in his position with his right hand raised, and ultimately had no choice but to look helplessly at Phil Jackson.
But the Zen Master was still sitting there, as solid as a mountain, calmly observing Fisher, a faint smile on his lips, as if saying:
"Well, there are some things in life that require you to make your own decisions, like whether to pass the ball to Kobe or not."
When Fisher turned, Kobe was still extending his hand with determination. Clenching his teeth, Fisher abandoned the tactic and quickly threw the ball to the ground.
Seeing this, Gasol, being smart, stopped asking for the ball and obediently ran to the weak side, giving Kobe space for a clean shot.
Kobe took control of the basketball, and Butler stood in front of him, muscles tense, fully focused on reading Kobe's movements.
Kobe stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, like a venomous black mamba slowly preparing to strike.
He seemed relaxed, crouching to dribble, advancing slowly. Butler adjusted his steps and backed off, constantly moving to interfere with Kobe's dribble.
But Kobe protected the ball firmly. He made a small change of direction, suddenly took a big step to the right, entered the three-point line, and took the shot!
Butler jumped in time to contest the shot, but Kobe leaned slightly back, raised his arms, and made the perfect arc. The ball flew over Butler's fingertips and swished through the net!
8:4.
After the ball went in, Kobe remained calm and retreated to play defense. He had taken thousands of jump shots in his career, and this one didn't cause the slightest disturbance in his heart.
Kobe simply gave Curry a cold look, but Fisher's heart trembled when he saw it. He knew Kobe was already angry!
"Boss 666!"
"Did you see the annoyed look in his eyes? Snail Shell is pissed off!"
"Haha, feel proud of yourself. We'll have iron tetroxide later!"
In the live broadcast room, people discussed Kobe's shot, some exaggerating, others criticizing.
This is how the league's top player is treated: there are as many opponents as there are fans.
End of this chapter
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