"Socializing"

As the saying goes, the student surpasses the master.

After spending so much time with Chen, Westbrook's sharp tongue has only gotten better with each passing day.

"So what are you doing here? If you have nothing else, I'm going back to training," Chen said, unable to win the argument and deciding to see him out.

"I'm not doing anything. I was just discussing tactics with the coach in the office and happened to pass by," Westbrook replied.

Damn it! That makes me even angrier! Shouldn't you be here to encourage us?!

"Turtle Turtle, you're breaking my heart. Where is the Russell who used to train diligently every day and spend all his time in the gym?"

"Are you okay? I'm injured! What training?" Turtle Turtle gave him a look like he was an idiot.

"..."

"Putting aside the facts, aren't you at all to blame???" If he couldn't win the argument, he'd resort to formulas!!

"No, bye-bye. I'm going home. Good luck, don't choke next game, and don't break the rim," Chen sighed. Unfortunately, after arguing with Chen for nearly half a year, Turtle Turtle was no longer the same young boy. The current Turtle Turtle was terrifyingly strong.

Damn it!!! You're the last person who has the right to say that to me!! At least I don't smash the timer!!!

Chen Xi watched Westbrook's retreating figure as he left the stadium, and his whole mood soured.

I've always been the one to annoy others, when did it become my turn to be annoyed!!! This is unacceptable!!!!

Defeated by Turtle Turtle's verbal skills, Chen Xi felt disgusted, as if he had eaten a fly. He turned with a dark expression and looked at Grant.

"Uh, Chris, I just remembered I have something to do. My girlfriend apparently asked me out for dinner today. I should get going," the quick-witted Jerami said, turning and leaving without the slightest hesitation.

He then looked back at Little Sabonis.

He saw that the other half of the court was empty. That guy had slipped away even faster than Grant.

"Hey!! What are they doing!! I'm not some team bully," Chen Xi said indignantly, dribbling the ball and deciding to take out his frustration on the rim.

I'll practice dunks today!

Yeah! Even a勉扣 (miǎn kòu - a dunk that's barely made) is still a dunk!!

On the evening of February 13th, the Thunder visited Washington to challenge the Wizards.

The Wizards were currently sixth in the Eastern Conference, with a decent record that lived up to the front office's expectations.

John Wall, Bradley Beal, Markieff Morris, Otto Porter Jr., Marcin Gortat – this starting lineup was quite reasonable.

Wall was in his seventh season, averaging 23.1 points, 10.7 assists, and 4.2 rebounds per game this season. Beal was also averaging 23.1 points, 3.5 rebounds, and 3.1 assists.

Looking at the stats alone, the Wizards' backcourt duo seemed comparable to the Trail Blazers, and their records were similar.

What? You say the Trail Blazers were only eighth in the Western Conference? Ah, never mind then.

But this kind of backcourt duo that lacked defense was just inferior!

The game began.

Chen Xi received the ball from Adams and leisurely dribbled it to the frontcourt. Facing John Wall, he didn't force a drive. Instead, he called for a screen from Butler, targeting Beal.

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Beal's defense was still somewhat lacking compared to Wall, although Wall wasn't that great either.

Facing Beal, a simple triple threat followed by a step-back jumper allowed him to easily hit a three-pointer.

Chen's current playstyle was becoming increasingly concise.

The Wizards' offense was even simpler: Wall would either drive and dish, or, more accurately, drive if he could and dish if he couldn't. Facing the Thunder's four-forward lineup, this playstyle clearly wouldn't yield many benefits. They were easily suppressed by the Thunder's constant switching defense.

Although the Thunder's offense wasn't much better than the Wizards' chaotic style, at least they could still run their plays properly.

During Westbrook's absence, Chen Xi's off-ball usage rate decreased significantly, and his role as a ball-handler and organizer increased. Only when his stamina declined would he pass the ball to Little Sabonis to organize and go off-ball himself.

Chen Xi finished the game in two and a half quarters. He slowly walked off the court, high-fiving Payne and Morrow as they approached. He then returned to his seat and grinned as he looked at the stats displayed on the big screen.

19 shots, 11 made, 29 points, 6 rebounds, 10 assists. A long-awaited double-double. Getting good stats really felt great; he could imagine Westbrook's happiness.

He then looked at Wall on the other side: 21 points, 4 rebounds, 7 assists, but very inefficient, shooting 7 for 21. The difference was clear.

Tsk, but Wall was earning $17 million this year!

Chen Xi thought about his own wallet and suddenly felt that winning wasn't that satisfying anymore.

Going to a weak team to be the main guy, stuffing stats, no pressure on the record, and a high salary. If it were in a big city like New York, that would be even better. Look at Melo next door, tsk, a true winner in life.

Unexpectedly, after the game, Wall ran over to exchange jerseys with Chen Xi, expressing his great admiration for him.

Wall really... I'm crying.

After an emotional exchange of well-worn jerseys, they also swapped contact information. Chen Xi decided that he would have another favorite star to mention in the media from now on.

Wall smilingly said he'd take him to the nightclub tonight. Laughable? What kind of person does he think I am? I have a family!

The dazzling lights flickered with colorful hues, casting beams onto the dance floor, creating hazy streaks of light in the air. The dynamic music was deafening, with a strong beat that made people sway to the rhythm involuntarily.

The air was filled with the rich scent of alcohol and cigarettes, mingled with the aroma of various perfumes. Men and women danced wildly on the dance floor, bodies pressed close together, immersed in the rhythm of the music.

The shop's decor was luxurious and stylish, with huge screens on the walls playing popular music videos, adding to the lively atmosphere.

Behind the bar, the bartender skillfully mixed various cocktails, flames dancing in the glasses, drawing cheers from the crowd. In the sofa area sat people dressed in fashionable attire, some conversing in low tones, others watching the bustling scene on the dance floor. In such an environment, people fully released their stress and passion, enjoying the excitement and joy of nightlife.

In a booth, "gentleman" Chen felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

He clinked glasses with Wall, Beal, Grant, and others, exchanging trash talk.

Friendship between men is sometimes easily formed, with just one sentence, "My treat!" can earn you a bunch of adopted sons.

As time went by, several of them began to feel the effects of the alcohol, speaking nonsense.

Then Chen heard a bunch of amazing things and couldn't help but sigh, "People in America really know how to party!"

The times are changing for the worse! People's hearts are no longer as they used to be!! I, Chen, strongly condemn these people for their moral corruption in relationships!! It's truly despicable!

By the way, he happily added the contact information of several beautiful women at the drinking table. Don't misunderstand, I just wanted to persuade them! Not to go further down this road of no return.

Forcing the good to become bad, and persuading the bad to become good – it's an unchanging evil habit of men since ancient times.

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