One-on-One, As Usual

Chen Xi's jumper was as steady as ever, easily going in right over his head.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Chris!! A MJ-style fadeaway jumper!!! The picture-perfect technique, the softest touch, and the exquisite rhythm left Jayson Tatum completely helpless to contest it!"

"Picture-perfect! It really was picture-perfect. In terms of the beauty of the technique alone, I'd say Chris has already surpassed Kobe and is now approaching MJ's level."

"On that last possession, both Chris and Tatum chose to finish with fadeaway jumpers. But I have to say, whether you judge by how pleasing they were to watch or by the ease their body language conveyed, Chris's shot still looked more graceful and elegant."

"That's only natural, though. Chris is five centimeters shorter than Tatum, so he looks half a size smaller overall. Of course he'd appear more graceful in the air."

Play continued on the court.

The Celtics launched another attack.

After bringing the ball across half court, Paul once again passed it to Tatum, who had come up off a screen.

As a veteran star, CP3 was no stranger to these head-to-head duels between star players.

Though, given his basketball philosophy, he wasn't particularly fond of this sort of "clear-out and go one-on-one" born from sheer competitiveness.

But this Celtics team wasn't his anymore.

This wasn't Charlotte, much less Los Angeles.

And he was no longer the Hornets' King, or the Clippers' captain.

The core of this Celtics team was Tatum.

So let him have at it.

Besides, Old Man Paul wanted another close look at Chen Xi's one-on-one game.

Tatum received the ball at a forty-five-degree angle on the right side of the court.

At the same time, Chen Xi, already perfectly in sync with Batum, switched onto him and strode over to face Tatum, continuing their