Li Ang instantly felt like he was in the Northeast.

"Ben, do you think your performance or Li Ang's performance was better today?" A reporter started to pick a fight.

But it is obvious that he did not know that Li Ang and Da Ben had an improper relationship.

"Of course Li Ang's performance was better. He was the biggest contributor to my victory in my first game back today."

The answers to the questions were quite normal up to this point, and Li Ang was also a little embarrassed by the praise.

As a result, at this moment, my brother suddenly changed the subject.

"Li Ang's individual performance was great, but our combined performance is the best. After all, today, we scored 40 points together!"

Li Ang:???

Are you... just going to rub it hard?

God, you and I scored 40 points together, and you didn’t even score in the 6 points in a single game?

Da Ben smiled, this is called sharing blessings.

From now on, your score will be equal to my score, and my score will be equal to your score. Which one of us will follow the other?

Li Ang is really convinced. This is equivalent to saying to Jack Ma: From now on, your money is my money, and my money is your money.

Li Ang was forced to score by his brother, and for the Bulls, Artest also announced a major decision.

"After today's game, I realized. I decided to change my name to a name that suits my temperament. Ron Artest is a thing of the past. From now on, my name will be Charity. World Peace."

All the reporters looked confused. This name and your temperament are not exactly the same, but they have nothing to do with each other.

Holy shit, a person who shakes his elbow at others all day long can still have world peace?

Then Li Ang can change his name to Li Wenwen.

Yao Ming was next to Artest and was laughed out of the emoticon.

This was the first time Yao Ming smiled after losing.

After the press conference, Artest was depressed, but Yao Ming patted Artest on the shoulder from behind.

"Brother Yao, what are your instructions?"

"Today's game is such a pity, isn't it?" Yao Ming said with a smile.

"This...Brother Yao, let's talk carefully. I really tried my best. You really don't blame me for losing today." Taizi almost cried. Your shooting percentage was so low in the fourth quarter. You

Why don't you tell me about yourself!?

"I know, I don't blame you. Blame me, the fourth quarter was really boring. Today, your performance was great, Ron. Oh, no, Ci Shiping.

I think in the future... we should be able to carve out our own niche in the Eastern Conference like Li Ang and Da Ben did.

Come on!"

Yao Ming saw Taizi's performance today.

His defense against Li Ang has been done to the extreme.

Although this guy is not in his right mind, he still works very hard.

Artest looked at Yao Ming's serious look and let out a big sigh of relief.

Damn I thought it was going to be another day of beatings.

But...can we carve out our own world in the East?

Artest looked at Yao Ming's tall back and followed him.

"Yao."

"Um?"

"Do you think we can make the playoffs this season?"

"In other words, what we should consider is whether we can play in the second round."

"That's right. After all, I am the number one small forward in the East. Oh, and you are the number one center in the East."

Yao Ming and Artest disappeared at the end of the tunnel while talking and laughing. Who knows what will happen in the future.

At this time, in the Pistons' locker room, Li Ang opened his system interface in the toilet and looked at the progress bar of the upgrade.
Chapter completed!