"I had warned my teammates before to stay calm and focus on the game, but that didn't mean we had to pretend nothing happened when we were being bullied."
"We came here to compete for the championship. We respect every opponent, and we hope to receive the respect we deserve—not this kind of malicious harassment."
Another reporter immediately asked, "What do you think about Sprewell being ejected? As he left the court, he gave the fans the middle finger. Do you think his behavior was appropriate?"
The corner of Li Fei's mouth twitched slightly. His tone remained calm, without the slightest hint of reproach. "He was just being himself."
"Everyone knows that's Sprewell's personality—hot-tempered and straightforward. If he hadn't done that, he wouldn't have been himself."
"He really wasn't in good form tonight. The fans' insults and the referees' whistles made him lose his cool. I can understand his anger."
The reporter pressed on, "Do you think this will affect the team in Game 7? Could his behavior result in a league suspension?"
Li Fei's gaze was firm, and his tone was certain. "I know he'll be back for the crucial Game 7."
"He's part of our team. We need him, and he knows we need him. I believe he'll adjust his mindset, play like his true self, and fight alongside us."
"As for whether the league will suspend him, I can't predict that. But I believe he's realized his mistake and will make the necessary adjustments."
Another reporter asked, "The team lost tonight. What do you think was the biggest problem? What adjustments will you make for Game 7?"
"The biggest problem was our condition. Last night's harassment kept everyone from resting well, and neither our shooting percentage nor our defensive intensity met expectations," Li Fei said frankly.
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