"How do you know LeBron is going to pass the ball?" Weaver asked.

Wei Xia said confidently: "I have played dozens of games with him, and I have watched dozens of games in private. I know better than his wife what can touch the sensitive parts of his nerves."

"Then what can touch the sensitive parts in his nerves?" Weaver was thirsty for knowledge.

"As long as the shooter on the outside has a chance, even a high school student will give up the attack." Wei Xia said, "Make teammates better, let the ball run, make yourself not look selfish, let everyone participate in the attack, and everyone is happy - this is the mission of the organizer."

At the same time, it is also their curse.

There are too many thoughts and too far to see, and countless people want to protect themselves. These details will make the commanders unable to help but get into the horns.

They always consider others, and thus worry about gains and losses.

This is the most valuable stadium philosophy Wei Xia learned from Kobe: the life and death of others has nothing to do with me, I just make sure May beat the opponent in every game or get beaten by the opponent.

Fortunately, no player in the league has the ability to beat Wei Xia, so while he beats his opponent every night, he can also pass a few balls with kindness, show off some Malawic's acrobatics for everyone, and smash the face of the Bass family.

Around 2012, Wei Xia confirmed that no one in this league could stop him from scoring.

Since then, his mentality has undergone subtle changes.
Chapter completed!