Volume 4: Golden State Prosperity

Before the game, Zhang Yu had warned everyone that the officiating would likely be biased. They were more or less mentally prepared, but when they actually faced it, they still found it hard to contain their anger. "I have to ask—how was that a foul?" On the court, the Warriors were on offense. Curry ran a pick-and-roll with Antetokounmpo, and Tristan Thompson came up to trap him. James recalled the good old days, an era when he came onto the court with his own buff, radiating an overpowering kingly aura—opponents died if they touched him and perished if they got in his way. Ke Fan praised, then sneered sarcastically. The Cavaliers had lost the first two games far too badly, and Silver had issued strict orders. The referees could only start exerting themselves from the first quarter onward; otherwise, the Cavaliers simply were no match for the Warriors. Yang Yi suddenly understood. Meanwhile, on the Cavaliers' bench across from the scorer's table, Coach Lu shouted, "Physical contact? Leonard already has one foul. If he keeps playing physical, the referee blows the whistle and he'll have to sit down." But the two did not collide head-on with James, instead choosing to avoid him. James went straight up for the layup and scored, 7:5. "Olynyk comes in and immediately hits a three. Zhang Yu's substitution is paying off right away!" Today's officiating let him experience that wonderful feeling again. Ke Fan said, "James saw the Warriors' substitution too, and he was overjoyed. Dribbling into the frontcourt, he did not call for Curry's switch anymore. He simply exploded forward, powering through Leonard and charging into the paint. Cleveland, your emperor has returned!" Yang Yi said, "You're right. This may have been Zhang Yu's deliberate arrangement—limit physical contact and deny the referees the chance