The Focal Battle of the Imminent Christmas Showdown

After the game, Goodwin slowly walked up to Derrick Rose with an unreadable smile on his face and said softly, "Hey, Rose, need to borrow my shoulder for a good cry?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he deliberately shrugged his broad shoulders a few times in an exaggerated manner, as if showing Derrick Rose just how solid and dependable this "support" was.

However, Derrick Rose did not hesitate in the slightest and answered firmly, "No!" His voice was filled with unwillingness and stubbornness.

Right after that, Derrick Rose suddenly lifted his head and fixed Goodwin with an intense stare, his eyes burning with endless fighting spirit and defiance.

Gritting his teeth, he demanded word by word, "Did you deliberately turn it on in the fourth quarter?"

Faced with Derrick Rose's sharp question, Goodwin remained perfectly calm.

He lightly shook his head and explained unhurriedly, "No, no, no. It was all because of you, Rose. Our other guys had already taken control of the game, and everything was going smoothly. But who could've expected you to suddenly launch such a fierce run in the third quarter and cut the deficit to just 6 points? In that situation, I had no choice but to step up and do everything I could to pull things back under control."

Under normal circumstances, if his teammates were playing well, Goodwin would always choose to quietly fade into the background and let them take the stage.

But this time, there had clearly been a little accident.

Fortunately, everything was still within Goodwin's control.

Hearing Goodwin's words, Derrick Rose felt an even heavier blow to his heart.

He stood there blankly, unable to say another word for a long time.

Seeing Derrick Rose standing there in silence, Goodwin seemed to feel a little sorry for him.