Xiao Qiao Takes Action, Activating the Whole Team
This kid Xiao Qiao really was a bit of a social butterfly.
Most rookies wouldn't dare act so confidently in front of a hothead and veteran like TT.
But Xiao Qiao did.
His performance hadn't been great when he came on in the second quarter, because Crowder had been guarding him.
As a rookie, how could he have ever seen Crowder's style of play, always sneaking in a cheap shot or tripping you up whenever he got the chance?
So he'd been a little hesitant in the second quarter.
But just now, Tucker had already given him some pointers, and he knew how to deal with someone who played like Crowder.
If you pinched me, I'd pinch you back.
If you jabbed me, I'd jab you back.
An eye for an eye, a jab for a jab.
Meanwhile, in the Suns' resting area.
Their head coach, Monty Williams, was talking to Paul. "Chris, how are you feeling?"
Paul sat in his chair, panting heavily. He looked like he didn't even want to talk.
His lips were a little pale, too.
Only after a moment did he say, "Two minutes. Just give me two minutes."
Then he began panting heavily again.
He said nothing more, only watching Wang Yi in the opposing resting area.
He was a little envious of that guy, Wang Yi.
He played all 48 minutes, every game.
He'd been young once, too, and had occasionally played all 48 minutes. But he'd never done it like Wang Yi, playing the full 48 minutes in almost every game.
If he had Wang Yi's stamina, games would be a lot easier.
Monty Williams nodded. "Get some rest."
Then he turned to Booker beside him. "Booker, Aiton, you have to hold the line