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At the half-time break, the atmosphere in the Pelicans' locker room was somewhat gloomy.

Before the Playoffs began, they had been brimming with confidence and aiming for the championship, but they had not expected the very first game's first half to turn out like this.

This was first place against eighth place. If they had to struggle this much even here, what right did they have to compete for the Championship Trophy?

Davis lowered his head and said nothing, as if he had suddenly changed from a sunny boy back into a dazed one.

Stevens soon arrived in the locker room.

Seeing the players' condition, he smiled and spoke.

"Guys, don't make those faces. The Playoffs are a very, very long journey. We've only taken the first step. It may have gone a little crooked, but if we adjust our footing, we can still walk it well."

Stevens knew that the first half had not reflected the Pelicans' normal level, and he also knew that their performance had come from being too excited.

But he did not blame them. Instead, he used another approach to soothe and rally their emotions.

That approach had some effect.

After calming them down, Stevens continued laying out the tactics for the second half.

Tang Tian's offensive role was noticeably increased.

Stevens had wanted to use the earlier stretch of the game to get the other players going, but things had gone against his wishes. With the situation unfavorable, he needed Tang Tian to step up.

The Opening Game was important. The Pelicans could not lose this one.

After setting the tactics, Stevens returned to the coach's office first.

Seeing that Davis was still in low spirits, Tang Tian reached out and patted him, then pointed at the tattoo on his arm.

Davis looked at