In the Knicks' hotel room, cheers shattered the usual gloom. Sprewell's excitement spread to every one of his teammates.
Sabonis leaned on his knees, a long-missing smile appearing on his face. He reached out and patted Sprewell's arm. "Welcome back, Madman. We need you. We can't have a Game 7 without you."
The Lithuanian veteran had always been steady and reserved, but now his eyes were full of smiles as well. He knew that Sprewell's return was crucial to the Knicks' offense.
Stephen Jackson came bouncing over and gave Sprewell a hard slap on the back, his voice full of excitement. "That's great, Madman! I knew the league wouldn't suspend you. Now we can fight side by side again!"
"Game 7—you'd better put on a show. Let out all that frustration from last night on the court and show those Lakers guys what the Madman can do!"
Marshall handed him a bottle of mineral water and said with a smile, "It's only a hundred-thousand-dollar fine. Think of it as tuition paid to the league. Now go earn it back with points and wins!"
Houston walked over as well, his gaze sincere. "We all believe in you, Madman. Let the past stay in the past. In Game 7, we'll fight together and win the championship together."
His teammates' congratulations and encouragement flowed into Sprewell's heart like a warm current. His eyes reddened slightly, and he nodded hard. "Thank you, brothers. I definitely won't let you down again."
Just then, Li Fei walked over. The cheers in the room gradually died down, and everyone's eyes turned toward the team leader.
Li Fei stood tall and imposing. At 2.24 meters, he was especially conspicuous among the crowd. There was no unnecessary expression on his handsome face, yet he carried an overwhelming presence.
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