Chapter 20 Two screams, one true and one false!

I'm really sorry. When I woke up, I wanted to see if there was any opinion in the book review section about this chapter after being blackfooted by Bowen. Then I found that the gambler said that I didn't have a second update, and then I found that there was really no second update. I'm really sorry. I may be too tired today. I forgot to set the time and thought I had set it for myself. I'm really sorry! Sorry, everyone!

So I specially added the above paragraph to explain to you that this will not happen next time! Say sorry to everyone again!

- When Lin Fei entered the locker room, the team doctor took off the soul generation on Lin Fei's feet. After examination, it turned out that there was nothing serious but a hard injury.

"Lin, you are so lucky that you didn't hurt your ankle. You just got a hard injury. Just take a break, but I suggest you not to participate in this game to avoid your ankle injury." Jack, the team doctor, said while helping Lin Fei deal with it. At this time, Lin Fei did not feel the same pain as when he just landed, and his ankle was not swollen. He felt fine after moving. "Thank you, Jack, let's go to the bench. Damn Bruce Bowen, I'll let him return it."

Jack could obviously feel the anger emanating from Lin Fei's body and couldn't help shivering.

"Rookie, go back to Los Angeles, or be careful to go to the hospital."

"Yes, this is the beginning. The rookie is not a kindergarten here!"

"Bruce is a mountain you can never cross. You are just a good garbage rookie with good dribble!"

When Lin Fei and team doctor Jack came out of the locker room and passed through the player's passage, the boos and abuse of San Antonio fans on both sides made Jack unable to hear it. When he turned his head and looked at Lin Fei, he saw Lin Fei's face with a faint smile.

"Lin, aren't you angry?" Jack asked curiously that now Lin Fei's performance and the angry Lin Fei in the locker room are completely two people.

Lin Fei looked at Jack beside him and said softly, "I must be angry!"

"Then why are you still like this..."

"Are you calm?" Lin Fei asked directly and interrupted Jack.

"Yes, I thought you would be very angry, but you are calm and scary now."

"I lose my calmness. This is what they most want to see. Only in a calm state can they think seriously." As soon as the voice fell, Lin Fei accelerated his pace to the bench of the Clippers.

Jack, the doctor of the Clippers, looked at Lin Fei's tall back and couldn't help muttering, "Terrible young man!"

After Lin Fei left the field, the Clippers' attack basically revolved around the inside Karman. Karman conscientiously took on the two major tasks of the Clippers' attack and defense. When Lin Fei came to the bench, the San Antonio Clippers were 18 points behind the Spurs in the away game. At this moment, there are still 4 minutes to the first half.

"Who did we see? That's Lin. Looking at the way he walked, he didn't seem to be seriously injured. It's not as serious as falling to the ground. I think the Clippers fans can prevent your heart.

"Bill, it's really hard to imagine Lin returning to the sidelines with nothing to do. From the previous games, we can roughly see that Lin is a person who can fight back to others with his actions. I'm looking forward to Lin's re-appearance. Of course, Lin's appearance must be approved by coach Deng Liwei and the team doctor. If I were a coach, because Lin's injury may be aggravated, I will always put Lin on the bench.

Lin Fei went straight to Mike Dunleavy and said firmly, "Head, my foot injury is completely fine. I think I can play!" With that, the corner of his eyes glanced at the Spurs bench, and Bruce Bowen was looking at Lin Fei standing on the sidelines with unbelievable eyes. According to his estimation, this damn rookie will definitely not be able to play in this game. "It's impossible! It's impossible!" Bao Wen said softly. Obviously, he couldn't believe that Lin Fei was so fast as if nothing had happened.

"I won't promise you this, Lin, I'm a coach and I'm responsible for you, so..."

"No, head, you believe me, I can do it. I promise you to narrow the difference to single digits within three minutes and that your injury will not get worse. If you can't do it, you can deal with it!" Lin Fei's tone was extremely resolute, and his eyes were full of perseverance. At this moment, he was like an ancient general establishing a military order.

Mike Dunleavy's refusal surged into his mouth, but when he saw Lin Fei's resolute eyes, he swallowed his refusal, but from the perspective of responsibility, Mike Dunleavy walked to the team doctor Jack. After getting Jack's reply, Mike Dunleavy looked at Lin Fei and nodded.

"Head, thank you! I won't let you down!"

"Mike, ask for a replacement. The replacement is Cartier Mobley, and the replacement is... Oh, listen to the whole A&T boo and you will know who Mike Dunleavy replaced."

Hoffman looked at Bill Wharton beside him and took over the explanation: "Lin doesn't look serious after a short treatment. He replaced Mobury. If the Clippers can't stabilize the situation that continues to fall behind in the remaining 3 minutes of the first half, then this game is really difficult for the Clippers."

And Popovich immediately replaced Mike Finley with Bruce Bowen. Obviously, Bruce Bowen is still a big gift for Lin Fei.

"Rookie, you are not a Texas cockroach. How is your ankle? Do I need a massage for you?" As soon as Lin Fei finished the half-time, Bruce Bowen posted it, and his mouth was even more rubbish.

"Old man, you'd better be careful of your own ankle!" As soon as the words fell, Lin Fei gave Bruce Bowen a dark elbow. Bruce Bowen's face immediately changed, and in this short moment, Lin Fei immediately pulled out of the three-point line.

At this time, Kassel's pass just appeared in front of Lin Fei. Bao Wen never thought that he had been plotted by a rookie. He was always the only one who plotted for others. Today, he was plotted, but he didn't care about cursing and hurriedly rushed to Lin outside the three-point line. Fei, he wants to stop Lin Fei's shooting.

Looking at Bruce Bowen, an imperceptible smile flashed across the corners of Lin Fei's mouth in an instant, "It's just right!" Lin Fei roared in his heart and immediately raised his hands. A standard shooting action was born, waiting for the basketball to be pulled away from his fingers.

"Rookie, don't shoot!" Bruce Bowen roared and jumped up. Although his bounce height was negligible, Bowen was indeed in the air at this moment. At this time, he caught a fraudulent smile at Lin Fei's mouth and feet. More than ten years of defensive experience told him that he had fallen into this rookie's trap! After noticing that it was bad, Bruce Bowen wanted to take back his palm. Unfortunately, when his thoughts passed through his brain reaction to his arm, Lin Fei's arm had already appeared in front of his palm.

Bang!

There was a brief close contact between his palm and Lin Fei's arm, and almost at the same moment, the referee blew the whistle in his mouth.

And it was also at this time that Lin Fei gently called, "Open the seven-level sword to the west!"

"Level 7 and one sword to open!" There was an instant response in his mind. If it was Lin Fei, he would not open it, but now he needs to chase the score, so he did not hesitate to open a sword at this time to ensure his success rate of scoring.

Lin Fei's eyebrows were slightly raised, and the eyes printed on Bruce Bowen were so dazzling. Lin Fei, who had been premeditated, quickly adjusted his center of gravity in the air and the opening of the seven-level sword. Lin Fei had extremely strong self-confidence.

Looking at the basket in the distance, Lin Fei pushed the ball out.

Bruce Bowen, whose bounce height was negligible, was only a moment of his regret. Lin Fei was malicious. He was ready to pick it up again. He landed in advance and once again inadvertently put his foot under Lin Fei.

"This is a smart shot, in exchange for at least three free throws!" Bill Wharton shouted when he saw Lin Fei cheat Bobby's foul.

"Be careful!" Hoffman jumped up, because he saw Bruce Bowen's foot again where Lin Fei was about to fall.

Lin Fei had been on guard for a long time this time, instead of forgetting to be on guard when he shot several times for the first time. A trace of cruelty flashed at the corners of his mouth. Lin Fei seemed that he did not pay attention to the fall of his feet again. The proud smiles at the corners of the San Antonio fans on the sidelines began to bloom, while the Clippers fans in front of the TV and Mike Dunleavy on the sidelines were In a hurry, Mike Dunleavy even shouted, "Be careful!"

And Lin Fei, the party involved, seemed to be unaware of it at all.

Bruce Bowen's face was full of innocence, and the center of gravity of his body was as if it was not stable after landing.

Lin Fei's whole body secretly gathered all his strength to his right foot. In Bruce Bowen's excited eyes, Lin Fei's right foot was about to touch his feet as depicted in his script, and then the scene of Lin Fei falling down painfully holding his ankle and screaming. Bruce Bowen's imagination was very Beautiful, and in an instant, the whole A&T center was filled with two screams.

And in two screams, the basketball crossed an arc and got into the basket, but not many people paid attention to the goal at this moment.

But one of these two screams is not Lin Fei's, but Bruce Bowen, the sconceive of the script.

However, Lin Fei's scream seemed to be louder at this moment, and Bruce Bowen just screamed and curled up on the floor with his right ankle. While Lin Fei performed the screams in pain, he did not forget to secretly glance at Bruce Bowen.

"Damn it, it's black feet again. If the referee hasn't seen it yet, I suggest that he go back and wear 1000-degree glasses!"

Mike Dunleavy roared and shouted murder on the sidelines. Soon, Jack appeared again to check Lin Fei's ankle at the sign of the referee. When he was about to check, he obviously saw Lin Fei secretly showing him an excited look. Jack immediately understood that he would be very cooperatively greeting Chandler to help Lin Fei up.

Bao Wen, the owner of the black foot, was directly helped by two people. Everyone could see that he was seriously injured, but at this time, the San Antonio people were also embarrassed to boo Lin Fei. After all, he was seriously injured again.

After careful playback, the referee gave Bruce Bowen, who was injured and left the field, a second-degree malicious foul. He was directly sent off the court and waited for him with additional penalties after the game. After "treatment", Lin Fei stood on the free throw line with a lipple.

At this moment, countless Clippers fans were moved. Obviously, they didn't expect to scream just twice, one real and the other fake!

(To be continued)