On his way into the players' tunnel, Chen Xi took the opportunity to sign a few autographs for the fans seated along both sides.
Once he returned to the locker room, Chen quickly found his seat and plopped down.
"Wow! I'm exhausted!"
He wasn't even settled before he started complaining.
"You're exhausted? Sounds like you need to train harder!"
A short distance away, Butler draped his right arm over Oladipo's shoulder and looked at Chen with disdain.
"Tch. I'm not like you guys. You're masochists who love sweating all day. I can't handle that kind of hard life."
"Chris, I'm disappointed. People really do change, huh? You used to be the one hollering about how you were going to make us work harder."
"Ah, what can I say? I'm getting old."
Chen put on an act, rubbing his lower back like a veteran on the verge of retirement.
"Hey, buddy, there are only three people here younger than you! Saying stuff like that is kind of insulting."
Blake, who couldn't stand it any longer, chimed in from nearby.
As the oldest player on Team Chen Xi, the former White Mamba had now become a seasoned veteran.
What could you do? The oldest one had been picked by Durant from the team next door~~
Speaking of which, when it came to age, the Lakers' two stars were at a disadvantage compared with those of several other top teams in the League.
One was the number-one pick in 2003, another the number-one pick in 2009, and the last, DeRozan, who hadn't made the All-Star Game, was also the ninth pick in 2009.
The three core players averaged thirty-five years old~~
How to put it? When the Celtics' veteran Big Three came together in 2007, they averaged only thirty-one~~
"Don't listen to him,