141: The final answer! A nationwide frenzy!

The scene of the post-game press conference.

This no longer felt like a sports press conference; it felt more like the backstage of a top-tier entertainment awards ceremony.

The room was packed with reporters from all over the country. A forest of cameras and microphones stood tall, and flashes strobed incessantly as if they cost nothing, nearly blinding everyone.

An air of restlessness permeated the atmosphere.

No one cared about the game's box score.

No one cared about Lin Feng's miracle of scoring 40 points in a single half.

Even fewer cared about how the Lakers had managed to drag the series into a Game 7.

Every face wore the same expression.

Hunger.

An extreme hunger for gossip and bombshells!

When Lin Feng walked into the press conference accompanied by head coach D'Antoni.

The entire room completely exploded!

“Lin!”

“Look over here! Lin!”

Countless reporters stood up from their seats, waving their arms like a pack of sharks smelling blood, desperately thrusting their microphones toward Lin Feng.

Security personnel struggled to maintain order, finally allowing Lin Feng and D'Antoni to take their seats on the dais.

D'Antoni cleared his throat, preparing to give the usual platitudes about the game.

But a reporter from the Los Angeles Times gave him no such chance.

He stood up abruptly and hurled a question at Lin Feng like a cannonball.

“Lin, congratulations on winning this great game. However, I think what everyone is more concerned about right now is: can you comment on the simultaneous presence of two divas tonight? Did it affect your performance?”

This question was like a fuse.

Instantly, it ignited the room!

Another entertainment reporter from TMZ immediately scrambled to ask a question, their voice sharp and piercing.

“Lin! We all saw your interaction with Taylor Swift during the game! There are rumors that you've been together since Game 5. Is it true?!”

“What do you have to say about Yoona crying courtside tonight? Do you feel you owe her anything?”

“Lin! Is it true that you will be making a choice between the two ladies?!”

One question after another followed in quick succession.

Each question was more biting and pointed than the last!

They weren't interviewing an athlete at all.

They were conducting a trial!

Judging the male lead of a scandal that had ignited a media firestorm across America!

D'Antoni's expression turned sour.

He tapped the microphone, trying to bring order back to the proceedings.

“Everyone! Please! This is an NBA post-game press conference! Please ask questions related to the game!”

However.

No one cared about his protest.

Every lens, every microphone, and every eye remained fixed firmly on Lin Feng.

Waiting for his answer.

Lin Feng sat there, letting the countless flashes strobe wildly across his face.

His eyes, which had been burning with fire on the court just moments ago, were now as calm as a deep pool of water.

He looked at the faces below, distorted by excitement, at the reporters who looked like they wanted to shove their microphones down his throat.

He even spotted a few familiar faces—the media members who had cornered him at the airport before.

He suddenly felt a sense of amusement.

“These guys probably don't even know if a basketball is round or square.”

“They care more about my love life than Game 7.”

“Truly... ridiculous.”

Faced with pressure that would suffocate any public figure.

Lin Feng simply gave a mysterious smile that caught all the reporters off guard.

He wasn't angry.

He didn't evade.

He didn't even show a hint of panic.

He just leaned back in his chair with composure, like an outsider enjoying the absurd play he had directed himself.

The press conference fell silent for a moment because of his silence.

The reporters were a bit dazed.

This young man's reaction was completely beyond their expectations.

He wasn't supposed to be like this.

He shouldn't be so calm.

Just when everyone thought he would choose silence as his defense.

Lin Feng moved.

He reached out and gently pulled the microphone in front of him to his lips.

This simple action made the hearts of every reporter in the room leap into their throats!

He was going to respond!

Lin Feng's gaze slowly swept across everyone below the stage.

Then, he spoke.

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

“I'm grateful for their presence.”

“They are both exceptional people.”

Standard, formulaic, airtight PR speak.

The reporters below showed disappointed expressions.

That's it?

They had made such a huge fuss just to wait for such a piece of meaningless fluff?

However, just as they were preparing to strike again.

Lin Feng shifted gears.

He looked at the disappointed crowd of reporters, the smile on his lips becoming more playful.

He paused.

Giving everyone enough time for their emotions to build.

Then, in a tone that was slightly teasing yet filled with absolute control, he dropped the real bombshell.

“As for the answer you want...”

His voice paused again here.

The entire press conference was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone held their breath, staring intently at his lips.

Lin Feng enjoyed the thrill of having the whole world in the palm of his hand.

Slowly, word by word, he announced the final judgment day that would drive all of America crazy.

“Game 7.”

“I will give everyone a final answer.”

Boom!!!

When the words “final answer” came out of Lin Feng's mouth!

The entire press conference felt like a nuclear bomb had been dropped!

It completely exploded!

All the reporters went crazy!

They surged toward the dais, shouting and pressing for more!

“What answer?!”

“Is it the outcome of the game, or the destination of your heart?!”

“Lin! Please explain!”

But it no longer mattered.

Lin Feng had already stood up.

Surrounded by dozens of security personnel, he left the chaotic, out-of-control scene without looking back.

Leaving behind a massive cliffhanger filled with endless speculation that would keep all of America awake all night.

His words were truly brilliant.

He didn't admit to anything, nor did he deny anything.

He simply used ambiguity to successfully bind the suspense of the basketball game and his romantic life tightly together!

He had elevated the anticipation for Game 7 to an unprecedented, terrifying height!

If he won Game 7, he would be a god!

The dual king of both the court and the arena of romance!

If he lost Game 7, he would be nailed to the pillar of shame and become the laughingstock of the world!

Heaven and Hell.

All decided by a single game... In the player tunnel, the noise was shut out.

Lin Feng walked quickly under security escort.

The aftereffects of [ZONE] mode made his legs feel as heavy as lead.

The adrenaline was fading, and a wave of immense exhaustion washed over him.

But he knew there was no turning back.

Game 7.

He must win.

Not for anyone else, but for himself.

At a corner in the tunnel, he stopped and signaled for the security personnel to wait ahead.

He needed a moment to himself.

Leaning against the cold wall, he took his phone out of his pocket.

The screen lit up.

Two text messages, sent almost simultaneously, lay quietly on the screen.

One was from a number he knew by heart.

It was Yoona.

The message was simple, just four words.

“I'm waiting for you.”

Looking at those words, Lin Feng felt a slight sting in his heart.

It was a complex emotion mixed with guilt, responsibility, and a hint of irritation.

Before he could reply.

Another text message popped up.

It was from an unknown number, but Lin Feng knew exactly who the sender was.

The content of that message was even more direct and assertive.

“I'm waiting for you in San Antonio.”