Li Fei Brand IPO, This Year!

Kobe Bryant had already changed clothes. Rather than sitting down, he stood in the corner, wrapping tape around his fingers again and again, as though they were not fingers at all, but his shattered yet still burning basketball heart.

The final play kept replaying in his mind—Li Fei had ended the game with an unbelievable fadeaway jumper while trapped by him and O'Neal. That shot had been like a sharp blade, piercing every last hope the Lakers had.

"Next season... next season, I'll definitely beat you!"

Kobe roared those words over and over in his heart. He could already feel tonight's loss becoming endless fuel, blazing within him until he dragged that man down from his throne.

In stark contrast to the deathly silence of the Lakers locker room, earth-shaking celebration erupted from the Knicks' home locker room at the other end of the hallway.

"Pop!" "Pop!" "Pop!"

Dozens of expensive bottles of Ace of Spades Champagne were uncorked at once, their golden liquid spraying everywhere like fountains.

The entire locker room instantly became a golden sea, with cheers, screams, and whistles intertwining into a wild symphony of victory.

"Champions! We're champions! New York is the city of champions!"

Like a madman, Larry Johnson poured an entire bottle of champagne over head coach Jeff Van Gundy's head. The meticulously gelled hairstyle instantly collapsed, leaving him looking like a comical drowned rat and drawing uproarious laughter from everyone.

Charles Oakley, the iron-blooded tough guy, embraced Arvydas Sabonis, the two old veterans letting champagne wash over their weathered faces as they laughed like children.

John Starks went even further, stripping off his shirt and dancing in the middle of the locker room, shaking his hips as his lean, powerful muscles gleamed beneath the lights and drew wave after wave of whistles.

Stephen