180: Chapter 180 3-3! Game 7 is coming!

Swish!

The crisp, pleasant sound of the basketball swishing through the net!

In this moment, it seemed to be amplified countless times!

Clearly reaching the ears of everyone in the Staples Center!

Time, frozen!

The entire arena, dead silent!

Then!

Boom!!!

The entire Staples Center felt as if a nuclear bomb had been detonated!

It completely boiled over!

"It's in! It's in! Kobe! Kobe Bryant! At the final moment, he killed the game with a lethal three-pointer!"

At the commentator's table, Kenny Smith jumped straight out of his seat in excitement, waving his arms and roaring like a madman!

"Three to three! Unbelievable! The Los Angeles Lakers! They have tied the series at three-all!"

On the court...

The final buzzer also rang out piercingly at this moment!

The Thunder players were like puppets with their souls sucked out.

Durant rested his hands on his knees, staring blankly at the back of number 24, who still held his shooting pose; his eyes were filled with incomprehensible despair.

Westbrook sat down on the floor, covering his head with his jersey, his shoulders trembling violently.

They lost.

Despite holding three match points, they had lost three games in a row!

They were dragged into the cruelest of battles: Game Seven!

As for the Lakers...

All the players went wild!

Howard was the first to rush forward, lifting Kobe high into the air like a ragdoll!

"Boss! You're a fucking god!"

Nick Young, Gasol, Artest... everyone rushed up, surrounding Kobe and Lin Feng in the very center!

They jumped and shouted, venting their emotions over this hard-won, epic victory!

Surrounded by his teammates, Kobe's face finally showed a long-awaited, heartfelt smile.

He walked through the crowd and stood before Lin Feng.

He reached out and ruffled Lin Feng's hair firmly.

"Kid."

"Beautiful pass."

Lin Feng looked at the idol he had chased throughout his youth and smiled too.

"Your shot was even more beautiful."

...The post-game press conference.

There were even more reporters than during G4, and they were even crazier.

The camera flashes flickered as intensely as a rainstorm.

One reporter was the first to grab a chance to ask a question, pointing the microphone at Lin Feng, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"Lin! You only scored 15 points the entire game, but you delivered an astounding 25 assists!"

"You have once again broken your own record for the most assists in a single NBA playoff game!"

"Are you satisfied with your performance?!"

25 assists!

When this number came out of the reporter's mouth...

The entire press conference hall was filled with the sound of collective gasps!

Everyone knew Lin Feng was a great passer, but they hadn't expected him to be this incredibly good!

Lin Feng picked up the microphone, his expression remaining calm.

"My performance isn't important."

"What matters is that we won."

"We've brought the series back to a level playing field."

He attributed all the credit to the team.

Another reporter immediately stood up and directed a question to Kobe.

"Kobe, this is the first time in years you've hit a game-winning shot in a crucial playoff moment. How do you feel?"

"Also, how would you evaluate Lin's performance tonight? Many say he's the one who made your game-winner possible."

A faint smile played on Kobe's face.

He glanced at Lin Feng beside him, his eyes full of unabashed admiration.

"I just did what I was supposed to do."

"As for Lin..."

Kobe paused, his tone becoming extremely solemn.

"He's the smartest player I've ever seen."

"He knows how to make everyone around him better."

"He was the key to tonight's victory."

This was such high praise!

Coming from the mouth of the perfectionist Kobe, it carried immense weight!

The reporters on the scene were completely won over!

They already had tomorrow's headlines ready.

Los Angeles Times: "He's Not a Scorer, He's the Creator of Victory!"

ESPN Headline: "Three to Three! The Greatest Comeback in NBA History Is About to Happen!"

...In stark contrast to the harmonious atmosphere on the Lakers' side.

In the visitors' locker room at the Staples Center.

The atmosphere was as oppressive as a volcano on the verge of erupting.

"Bang!"

A dull thud!

Westbrook kicked over the tactical board in front of him!

His eyes were bloodshot, staring at Durant like a thoroughly enraged beast!

"Why didn't you shoot?!"

"That last ball! You clearly shook off the defense! Why did you pass it to me?!"

He roared, questioning him.

Durant sat on his chair with a towel over his head, his voice hoarse and cold.

"The coach's play was for you to take the final shot."

"The play?!"

Westbrook sounded like he'd heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Fuck the play!"

"What we need right now is a hero! Not a fucking coward!"

"Who are you calling a coward?!"

Durant suddenly ripped the towel off his head and stood up!

The two of them once again went head-to-head, clashing fiercely!

"Enough!"

The veteran Perkins roared and rushed forward, trying to separate them.

However!

Westbrook, having completely lost his mind, shoved Perkins away!

"Get lost! This is none of your business!"

This completely ignited the powder keg!

Ibaka also rushed up, tightly holding back the out-of-control Westbrook!

The locker room was in total chaos!

Curses, shoving, and the sound of things being smashed were heard incessantly!

This young team, once hailed as the future of the league...

Under the immense pressure of losing three games in a row...

Under Lin Feng's heart-piercing tactical dismantling...

Finally reached the brink of collapse... Two days later.

The eyes of basketball fans all over the world were focused on the Chesapeake Energy Arena in Oklahoma.

Game Seven!

On the verge of exploding!

This was the toughest and cruelest game of the entire series.

The winner would advance to the Western Conference Finals.

The loser would go home to fish.

Lin Feng knew very well that tonight's Thunder would be like a cornered beast fighting for its life.

They would bet everything to defend their home court.

It would be the hardest-fought battle of the entire series.

He needed to get himself into peak condition.

Not just physically.

But mentally as well.

He needed to perform his magic once again in that hellish home arena.

However.

Just the day before Game Seven.

An unplanned storm quietly descended upon Los Angeles.