In a luxury villa in the Los Angeles suburb of Kobe.

Kobe sat on the luxurious sofa, with Vanessa in his arms, staring seriously at the oversized TV screen in front of him.

It is playing the first Finals game between the Thunder and the Magic.

He also wants to see what kind of performance the Chinese rookie, who will knock him out in the Western Finals, can play in the finals.

Can you win a championship in your rookie season and win the Finals MVP?

Suddenly, Kobe was stunned, and Vanessa in his arms frowned, feeling his strong arm.

"Husband, what's wrong with you?"

Vanessa asked, also a little surprised.

Usually at home, Kobe rarely has such drastic mood changes.

"Qin Feng! That Thunder's Chinese rookie, the guy who eliminated our Lakers to reach the Finals, actually used a backward jumper in the Finals!!

Bryant muttered, shocked beyond words.

Many scenes flashed through his mind, and he had no idea when Qin Feng had stolen his stunt onto himself.

And looking at the proficiency and coordination of the backward jump shooting technique, you can't do it without a few years of skill!

But this Chinese rookie has completely learned just by playing five consecutive games with himself?

This is a bit outrageous.

Vanessa sat up curiously, looked at the TV, and just saw the defense of Qin Feng's shot just now, and couldn't help but be stunned.

This is really very similar to my husband's shooting posture!

"Husband, this is exactly the same as your shooting posture, it's incredible."

Vanessa couldn't help but say.

Kobe Bryant nodded and couldn't help but praise: "I have to say that this Chinese rookie is really a basketball genius, from the stunning debut of the Olympic Games to the present in less than a year, he has no shortcomings in technology, and every ability feels that he has mastered the extreme."

"To praise the opponent who eliminated you so much, it seems that this Huaxia rookie really conquered you with his on-court performance!"

Vanessa said, even more surprised.

Kobe Bryant nodded, his eyes burst with essence, and he stared at the TV screen tightly, looking forward to Qin Feng's next performance.

At the same time, he also made up his mind to devote himself to training after watching the game and continue to hone his basketball skills!

The 666 training method can no longer meet their needs, and they have to invest more energy and time.

......

Ford Center Arena.

The game continues.

Qin Feng's performance was still crazy.

The intuitive feeling of all the audience is that Qin Feng is using his life to complete each round of attack and defense.

Too desperate.

The audience had never seen such a crazy Qin Feng.

The first quarter is over.

29：36。

The Thunder led by seven points.

Qin Feng played 12 minutes, shooting 12 of 17, 4 of 7 three-pointers, 2 of 4 free throws, and crazy 30 points, 6 rebounds, 3 assists and 4 steals.

All 36 points in the team are related to him.

"Wild, this game is really too wild, looking at Qin Feng's performance, it makes me deeply doubt whether this is the stage of the finals, or a wild court in the corner of some city."

Barkley said with his mouth wide open, as if his soul had been slashed by lightning, and then it was completely boiling.

"According to this rhythm, there is no doubt that Qin Feng's performance in the finals will be even higher!"

"Apart from 'greatness', I can't find words to describe the performance of this Chinese rookie at this moment."

Smith followed, his tone full of shock.

"Perhaps, in this game, we can see the ceiling of Qin Feng's performance on the court!"

Barkley said with burning eyes, completely excited.

In the regular season, whenever Qin Feng played surprising data, there would be media or fans who wondered where Qin Feng's upper limit was?

Now, maybe it's possible to find out in this game.

In a VIP room in the arena.

The one sitting was the NBA director who had just gone to the locker room to find Qin Feng.

"Go and tell the referee and put some pressure on this Huaxia rookie, this kid is really rampant!"

"Want to rebel against us with such a performance?"

"The NBA is capital-controlled after all, can't he even understand this simple truth?"

"It's time for him to see our influence!"

The director said to the people around him, a contemptuous smile on the corners of his mouth.

On the pitch.

The second quarter begins.

Qin Feng remained on the court.

Magic coach Van Gundy on the sidelines saw this scene and his scalp was numb.

He watched all five games of the Western Conference Finals and knew that this series had changed since Qin Feng started playing all the games.

The Lakers couldn't stand Qin Feng's domination of the game.

So the Magic can withstand it?

The Great Van Gundy had no confidence at all.

Honk!

Right at this moment.

The referee suddenly blew the whistle, blowing Qin Feng's offensive foul.

Da Van Gandi was a little puzzled, just now Qin Feng's breakthrough and confrontation were obviously no problem, how could he be blown offensive foul?

Either way, such a blow penalty is in the Magic's favor.

"What's the situation? Did this referee make a mistake? Blowing Qin Feng for an offensive foul?

Barkley said in disbelief.

His eyes followed Qin Feng the whole time, and he didn't notice anything wrong with his offensive movements at all.

So it was definitely a miscalculation.

"I hope this referee just saw it wrong and didn't make that decision for something else."

Smith also said bluntly, and his face became gloomy.

As someone who has worked in the NBA for many years, of course I know that this league is not as clean as I thought.

Sometimes no matter how good a player is, it can't compare to the whistle in the referee's hand.

It only takes one or two penalties to affect the outcome of the match.

But in a heavyweight match like the Grand Finals, the referee normally doesn't interfere in the match, but why is this happening now?

Maybe it was just an accident?

Smith thought and decided to observe again.

On the pitch.

Qin Feng frowned, glanced at the referee who blew the penalty, didn't say anything, and turned back to defense.

He knew that NBA referees were beginning to dominate the game, and that must have nothing to do with the director who had found him before.

The game is getting harder and harder!

But can this stump yourself?

Since you sanctioned me with a black whistle, then I don't even have a chance to let you blow a black whistle.

The most basic rules of basketball still have to be followed!

If you can't get the ball, you can for a foul!!

Qin Feng's eyes were full of killing intent, and the anger in his chest was like a volcanic eruption.

The Magic attacked.

Nelson dribbled and stood at the top of the arc, and was shocked to find that Qin Feng was two meters away from him.

This is...... Let me vote?

Nelson looked overjoyed and stopped directly at the three-point line to pull out a three-pointer.

And Qin Feng stood two meters away from him, did not make any defensive moves, but just watched Nelson shoot this three-pointer.

Seeing this scene, the audience was stunned.

I couldn't understand Qin Feng's intention at all.

The referee standing not far from him frowned, how can this blow a foul?

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