Chapter 513

D'antony stood on the sidelines, but he was not in a hurry.

In his opinion, the team's lineup is now a substitute lineup.

It's normal for substitutes to hit other people's main force and be pressed on the ground by others, isn't it?

As long as Wang Fei plays, he will come back every minute.

Taylor Swift was a little absent-minded.

She looked at the game without looking at it, and looked at the big boy sitting in front of her.

She wanted to pat him on the shoulder and say, "Hi!"

However, Taylor was worried that this would disturb Wang Fei.

After all, it's during the game.

Chatting with Wang Fei at this time is a little unreasonable anyway.

This makes Taylor a little tangled.

At this time, Taylor's father Scott saw his daughter's entanglement. He raised his hand and patted Wang Fei on the shoulder without hesitation.

Wang Fei was watching the ball when someone patted him in the back.

He wondered if Taylor Swift wanted to talk to himself.

He turned his head.

"Hi, Wang, my daughter wants to talk to you." Scott made a face at Wang Fei and said.

Oh!

It turned out that this man was Taylor's father.

No wonder it looks a little imaginary.

Wang Fei nodded, smiled and said, "Miss swift, I don't know what you're going to say?"

"Well!"

Taylor was also a little embarrassed by his father.

This father can really help.

She didn't even think about what to say to Wang Fei.

"Wang, why don't you play?" Taylor asked with a quick wit and a decent smile.

"I'm going to play soon," Wang Fei said.

"Things are bad on the court now. The Spurs are playing well," Taylor said.

"Yes, they are a strong team with high tactical quality," Wang Fei said.

"I hope you will play very well tonight. I like watching you perform on the court. Your goals and defense are beautiful. It's really dazzling," Taylor said.

"Thank you!" Wang Fei smiled and thanked.

"Wang, my daughter, she likes you very much. You should be able to see it?" Scott interrupted when he saw that Taylor had been chatting and didn't get to the point.

Wang Fei was stunned.

This is the initiative to set me up with Taylor Swift?

Foreigners' parents are really enlightened.

"Ha ha! You are really joking," Wang Fei said with a smile at Scott.

"I'm not kidding. I heard that it's cool to find a Chinese boyfriend. Chinese men are very considerate and loving to their wives. They are all crazy demons who spoil their wives, so I really don't object to your dating." Scott said with a wink.

Wang Fei was dizzy.

This is in the NBA playoffs.

There were reporters everywhere.

Not only journalists, but now it's the time of we media. Many people on the field will take their mobile phones to take pictures of new and interesting things.

Wang Fei has seen that many reporters have aimed long lenses here and are shooting wildly.

He said in his heart, it's over. It seems that I'll have countless scandals with Taylor again.

What's worse, the big screen hanging over the stadium also caught the scene of Wang Fei and Taylor turning their heads and laughing, which flashed on the big screen.

This made the fans in the SBC stadium fry the pot immediately.

Wang Fei clearly heard a roar.

There are many people shouting: "together! Together!"

what the hell!

It seems that this little scandal between Taylor and me will continue to be hyped.

I just don't know what Liu Meijuan will think after reading it.

"Dad, don't talk nonsense, will you? Wang and I are just ordinary friends. He is a lovely boy, but he already has a girlfriend, so please don't mess with the mandarin duck spectrum, will you?" Taylor said to Wang Fei with a red face.

Wang Fei smiled awkwardly and said, "Sir, it's the competition period now. It's really inconvenient for me to talk to you more. I'm sorry."

Scott smiled and said, "yes, yes! It's really inconvenient now, but Wang, maybe you and Taylor can have dinner together when the game is over. We are all enlightened parents, and we will support your relationship, really."

Wang Fei doesn't know what to say at all.

He just smiled and turned his head.

"Dad, it's really inappropriate for you to say these words." when Wang Fei turned to the front, Taylor lowered his voice and said to Scott.

"Ha ha! What's inappropriate? You should take the initiative to chase boys. It's always easy for women to chase men, isn't it? Taylor, I think Wang is a high-quality man. He deserves you," Scott said.

"But, you know, he has a girlfriend. He and his girlfriend love each other very much. I don't want to be a bad woman who destroys others' love," Taylor said.

"Dear daughter, if you want to catch up with a good man, you must be a bad woman. You should know how to take advantage of the opportunity. His girlfriend is not here now. It's a good chance for you. Let's have an emotional date. Let's take him away." Scott said with a grimace.

"Dizzy! Dad, I don't think we can talk anymore." Taylor pursed his mouth and began to watch the game.

Although Taylor and his father talked quietly, Wang Fei heard what they were talking about.

Wang Fei shook his head with a bitter smile.

I didn't expect to become a high-quality man at Taylor Swift's father.

However, considering his current position in the NBA and his influence all over the world, Wang Fei thinks he can also be evaluated as a high-quality man.

No wonder so many little girls and imperial sisters miss me.

Taylor is technically a royal sister.

She was born in 1989 and is about to celebrate her 30th birthday.

Beauty grows old!

The invincible young girl of the past is going to be three.

Think about life is really short.

Wang Fei was sighing, and de Anthony came to him.

De Antony bent down, smiled and said, "Wang, the game has been going on for more than six minutes. What do you think, now call a pause and replace Chris and them?"

Wang Fei looked at the score. The Rockets are now 14 points behind the Spurs, and the difference is not very big. Recently, the Rockets' attack seems to have improved a little. Chris Paul played a little bloody.

Are you turning the tide by playing now?

Wang Fei has such a question in his heart.

"Ding!"

At this time, a hint sounded in his head.

"Dear host, the difference is not very big now. Maybe you can wait a little longer. When everyone thinks that if you don't play, the Rockets may lose the game, you can play." the soft female voice of the system sounded.

Isn't it time to turn the tide?

Wang Fei is a little confused.

"Mr. de Antony, don't you think Chris and his team have made some improvement over this period of time? Maybe we should give them another chance. They need to experience more high-intensity game experience, so that when we meet stronger opponents later, they can provide more help for the team to win, don't you think?" Wang Fei said with a smile.

De Anthony nodded.

He thinks Wang Fei is very atmospheric.

There are really not many leaders like Wang Fei who always consider his teammates.

Many NBA team leaders don't pay attention to the performance needs of their teammates for their good data.

"Well, I think you have a point. It's good for us to have more rest. After all, the playoffs are a long and cruel process," D'Antoni said.

So de Anthony didn't even call a pause and let Chris Paul continue to play with his team.

When Paul is in control of the situation on the pitch, of course, he should always pay attention to time.

He found that he and others had played for more than seven minutes in the first quarter.

D'Antoni didn't call a pause and change his people.

Chris Paul is a little strange.

Isn't it always rotation?

Each team plays for almost six minutes in each quarter. Of course, if it's garbage time, your lineup often has to play to consume garbage time.

The Rockets' garbage time is very long, which leads to Chris Paul's playing time in each game is not short. He played longer than Wang Fei.

However, if it is better than the data, it is too far away.

On the live booth.

Mike brin was surprised.

"What's the matter tonight? Chris, they seem to have been on the court for nearly eight minutes. Old Mike doesn't want to call a pause and change them," Mike brin said.

"I seriously doubt that Wang may not play tonight," said Mark Jackson.

"Oh? Mark, why do you think so? But Wang Mingming is in the rotation lineup!" Jeff Van Gundy was a little surprised.

"Wang is indeed in rotation, but it may have been a smoke screen," said Mark Jackson.

"You mean?" Mike brin raised his eyebrows.

"Maybe the Rockets are repeating their old tricks!" said Mark Jackson.

"You mean, Wang doesn't play, loses two away games, and then the game ends at the Rockets' home, so that the Rockets can sell two more home tickets and they can make a lot of money?" Jeff Van Gundy thought.

"Yes! I do guess so! You know, Dilman is a businessman. He is good at calculation. He hopes to make more money. Moreover, Dilman may think that with Wang, they always control the initiative of the game! They can end the game and advance to the Western Conference finals at any time!" said Mark Jackson.

"That makes sense! I think the speculation is very reasonable," said Mike brin.

The ticket revenue of NBA playoffs is very considerable, and the tickets of each game may be as high as tens of millions of dollars.

The ticket sharing is generally that the visiting team does not participate in the sharing, and the home team will hand over 25% to 45% of the after tax income to the league.

Therefore, there are some teams who really like to play more at their home and can make more money!

"But don't they worry about accidents? After all, reaching the finals and winning the championship can get more income!" Jeff Van Gundy said.

"I've said it! Maybe Dilman thinks he's got the situation. After all, the Rockets won the first two games at home," said Mark Jackson.

"Sneeze!"

Dilman fieldita, who was sitting on the sideline watching the game, sneezed.

He rubbed his nose and frowned at the game.

Yes, Dilman is a little unhappy.

Seeing Chris struggling on the court but unable to lead the team to the lead, Dilman wanted to slap himself two mouths!

Special! I'm so cheap!

Why did he get such a big contract last year?

160 million contract!

My god!

He's making me look like this now?!