194: Chapter 194 The Banquet in the Eye of the Storm! The Queens' Card Game!

Lin Feng watched the promotional video for the NBA Finals on TV.

In his eyes burned an unprecedented fighting spirit.

"Beep."

The television was turned off.

Kobe tossed the remote onto the table, picked up a bottle of water, and handed it to Lin Feng.

"How are you feeling?"

"Much better."

Lin Feng sat up straight and stretched his still somewhat sore muscles and bones.

"That's good."

Kobe nodded, his face devoid of any extra expression.

"Tomorrow, the team will have a day off."

"Starting the day after, we resume training to prepare for the NBA Finals."

"Get some good rest, and don't think too much."

After saying that, Kobe turned and left the apartment.

The entire room returned to silence.

Lin Feng sank into the soft sofa alone, not moving for a long time.

He knew that when Kobe said "don't think too much," he wasn't just referring to basketball... The next day.

When the Lakers' private plane landed at Los Angeles International Airport.

The entire airport was completely submerged in a purple and gold sea!

Tens of thousands of fans crowded the airport exit, making it impassable!

They held up posters of Lin Feng and Kobe!

They wore Lakers jerseys!

They shouted the names of their heroes at the top of their lungs!

"MVP! MVP! MVP!"

"Lin! We love you!"

"Welcome home! Champion!"

That mountain-shaking, ocean-roaring passion almost blew the roof off the airport!

The moment Lin Feng followed behind Kobe and walked out of the player tunnel.

The atmosphere on site instantly reached its peak!

Countless flashes flickered crazily!

Reporters acted like they were insane, thrusting microphones toward Lin Feng's mouth!

"Lin! What are your expectations for the NBA Finals?"

"How much of a chance do you think the Lakers have to defeat the Heats Big Three?"

"You've become Los Angeles' new city hero! Do you have anything to say about that?"

Lin Feng was startled by this terrifying display and took a step back.

Kobe, however, was long accustomed to it.

He reached out, placed a hand on Lin Feng's shoulder, and used his body to clear a path for him.

"Enjoy it all, kid."

Kobe's voice carried a hint of a smile.

"You've earned this."

The team bus, with security personnel struggling to clear the way, slowly drove away from the airport.

However, the frenzied fans did not disperse.

They drove their cars, following behind the bus.

Forming a long, purple and gold motorcade!

All of Los Angeles was completely plunged into a carnival because of the team's return!

Lin Feng sat by the window, looking at the faces outside full of excitement and adoration.

In his heart, there wasn't much of a ripple.

He knew the real battle wasn't over yet.

And a battle even more troublesome than the NBA Finals hadn't even begun.

Back at his apartment.

Lin Feng threw himself heavily onto the bed.

He finally had a moment of breathing room to himself.

He took out his phone.

Turned it on.

The next second.

Countless messages flooded in like a tide!

The phone even froze for over ten seconds due to the dense bombardment of messages!

He took a deep breath.

Clicked on the messages.

As expected.

At the very top were the three names he was most familiar with, and which gave him the most headaches.

Yoona.

Taylor Swift.

Scarlett Johansson.

Yoona's messages were the most numerous.

Dozens of them.

From words of encouragement before the game started.

To nervous worry during the game.

Then to the panic when she saw him collapse after his game-winner.

Finally, a long sigh of relief after learning he was safe.

Between the lines, it was full of a young woman's deep concern and dependence.

【Lin Feng, are you awake? Is there anywhere you feel unwell?】

【What did the doctor say? You must get some good rest!】

【I... I'm very worried about you.】

Looking at these messages, Lin Feng could almost see that girl who was as cold as a goddess on stage, but privately as soft and sweet as a kitten.

A gentle smile involuntarily curled at the corners of his mouth.

He continued scrolling down.

It was Taylor Swift's messages.

Her messages were much more direct and passionate.

【I knew it! I knew you could create a miracle!】

【You're the most amazing man I've ever seen! That game-winner was ten thousand times more romantic than any song I've ever written!】

【I can't wait to scream for you at the NBA Finals!】

【By the way, I already have inspiration for our new song. When you have time, shall we have a good talk?】

Between the lines, there was a queen-like, undisguised appreciation and possessiveness.

Lin Feng could almost see that blonde, red-lipped diva watching him intensely with those sapphire-like eyes.

Finally.

It was Scarlett Johansson.

Her messages were the fewest.

Only one short message.

It was sent on the second day after the game ended.

【Well done, Your Majesty.】

【It seems the celebratory wine I prepared for you can be opened early.】

【Have time? Let's have a drink together?】

No excessive emotion.

Only the composure and confidence of a top-tier hunter.

As if the miracles he created were, in her eyes, only a matter of course.

Lin Feng looked at these three names on his phone screen, each with a vastly different style yet equally dazzling.

He felt his temples starting to throb again.

He knew.

He had to give an answer.

Or rather, make a choice.

Meet one of them individually?

That would be unfair to the other two.

Moreover, with the influence the three of them had, no matter who he met, it would never escape the eyes of the other two.

When that time came, it would only make things more complicated.

Lin Feng paced back and forth in the room.

His brain was working at high speed.

Just like facing the suffocating double-teams of the Thunder on the court.

He was looking for the only chance to break the deadlock!

Finally.

He stopped pacing.

A resolute light flashed in his eyes!

He picked up his phone and dialed his Agent, Rich Paul.

The call was answered quickly.

"Hey, Lin! Congratulations! You're the hottest star in the world right now!"

Rich Paul's voice was full of excitement.

"Rich, do me a favor."

Lin Feng's voice was unusually calm.

"No problem! Just say it! Anything!"

"Help me, in my name, send out an invitation for dinner to three ladies."

"Sure, no problem... wait!"

Rich Paul's voice suddenly jumped an octave!

"What did you say?! Three?!"

"Yes, three."

Lin Feng repeated.

"Miss Yoona, Miss Taylor Swift, and Miss Scarlett Johansson."

"..."

The other end of the phone fell into a deathly silence.

A full ten seconds passed.

Rich Paul's voice, filled with disbelief and even a hint of terror, sounded again.

"Lin... are you... are you crazy?!"

"Do you know what this means?!"

"If these three people appear at the same dinner... Oh my god! All of Hollywood—no! The gossip media of the entire world will completely explode!"

"I know."

Lin Feng's tone remained calm.

"Then let it explode."

Rich Paul was completely speechless.

He felt that this client of his simply wasn't from Earth.

Whether it was his style of play or how he handled emotional issues, he fucking didn't play by the rules at all!

"Fine... fine..."

Rich Paul struggled to digest this news, which was enough to detonate a public relations nuclear bomb.

"I... I'll go make the contact."

"But Lin, I have to remind you, they... none of them could possibly agree to such an absurd invitation!"

However.

Half an hour later.

When Rich Paul called Lin Feng again with a tone like he'd seen a ghost.

The result he got caused this top Agent, who was used to all sorts of big scenes in the NBA, to completely question his life.

"They... they all agreed."

"Tomorrow night, seven o'clock, at Spago, the Michelin three-star restaurant in Beverly Hills."

This result was beyond Rich Paul's expectations.

But it was exactly as Lin Feng expected.

Because he knew.

Those three women, like him.

Were all true queens.

They never feared any challenge.

They were equally curious about what kind of answer he, the man who had stirred up this entire storm, would give at this 'hongmen banquet'.

A "Finals" to decide emotional belonging was about to take place ahead of the basketball Finals.

Lin Feng knew this dinner would be more dangerous than a Game 7.

But he understood even more that a true emperor never fears any challenge, whether on the court or in life.