Lying on the sofa and staring up at the ceiling, Chen Xi slowly emptied his mind. He thought of nothing and did nothing. This was the most comfortable state.
Ever since becoming a player, Chen Xi had been putting pressure on himself. Though he always appeared optimistic in public, deep down, he still felt weighed down.
After all, in his previous life, he had only been an ordinary civilian, at most a fan who had followed basketball for a few years. He was no Long Aotian, nor could he simply switch worlds and become a Superman-like figure.
Fortunately, the system gave him plenty of confidence. Chen felt that after two years of building himself up, it would not be bad to occasionally act like a Superman-like figure—the basketball world's Superman, trash-talking whoever he wanted and taking on whoever he wanted. Just thinking about it felt great.
After a while, Chen came back to himself. He sat up, shook his head, and got ready to wash up and sleep. He still had training the next day.
Time passed quickly, and before they knew it, April 23 had arrived.
Thanks to Westbrook, Chen Xi, and Butler combining for 87 points, the Thunder wrapped up their first-round series, sweeping the Jazz 4-0 to become the first team in the league to advance to the second round.
The Jazz were regretfully the first team to bid farewell to the Playoffs and head home to fish. Despite Schneider's constant lineup changes and tactical adjustments, nothing worked. Any one of the Thunder's three-pronged attack only needed a slight breakout to change the course of the game. Joe Johnson, their surprise weapon, was ultimately still an old veteran. He averaged 22.4 points over four games, even more than team Leader Hayward, and had already given everything