Championship Award Ceremony!

Amid the wild celebration, few noticed the dejection of the Cavaliers next door.

Irving watched the celebrating Pelicans players, his eyes full of envy.

Love sat blankly on the bench at the sidelines.

He had lost in the Finals two years in a row, and his performance had worsened each year. He was beginning to understand exactly how Bosh had felt with Miami.

After watching for a long time, Marion let out a deep sigh. He had wanted to ride coattails to a championship at the end of his career, but it seemed he had picked the wrong team.

James had wrapped a towel around his head. From the movement of his shoulders, he was crying beneath it.

But this time, away from Miami, Wade's shoulder was no longer there for him to lean on. He was alone.

Like a lion that had failed to claim the throne of king, he quietly licked his wounds.

The league's favoritism had once let them see hope, but in the end, they realized something.

The feeling of fighting until the final moment only to be beaten was not nearly as relieving as losing 1-4 outright.

At last, James stood up, his eyes bloodshot, and entered the players' tunnel with the rest of the Cavaliers.

In his previous two encounters with Tang Tian, he could still say that Tang Tian was merely a role player, that it was the Spurs—not Tang Tian—who had beaten him.

But this time, Tang Tian had defeated him with record-breaking scoring. He had no excuses left.

Perhaps agreeing to let Miami give up Tang Tian back then had truly been a mistake.

After the brief revelry, preparations began for the Championship award ceremony.

The Pelicans players returned to the locker room to change into their championship T-shirts and