Nie Chuan had never expected such a scene.

Reese tugged at Nie Chuan, but didn't intend to answer.

His sight was very lethal. When he coldly swept over the media reporters surrounding them, everyone inexplicably took a small step back. Reese dragged Nie Chuan away arrogantly.

Sitting in the taxi, Nie Chuan looked out the window.

Reese asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking that Owen Whishaw today was completely different from the one in the previous practice match. Compared to when he teamed up with Larven, he was more lethal when we were two on two."

"This is the NCAA finals. Only the strong will survive. Owen will not hold back at all," Reese replied.

"Before, I focused on his ability to score at the basket. Although he is a point guard, his jumping ability and explosiveness are comparable to yours. Today, when I saw his three-point shot, I found it terrifying."

Although he didn't want to admit it, as they were both in the same position, Ewing looked very weak compared to Owen.

Owen's strength also allows him to roam between the three-point line and the basket, which undoubtedly brings great difficulty to DK's defense. In addition, their small forward, the cooperation between the two of them, Nie Chuan felt his head was big just thinking about it.

"So, you not only have to be a good point guard, but also have to play an offensive role."

Nie Chuan exhaled: "I always feel that this is still not enough."

"Of course it's not enough. We have to make adjustments when necessary."

"What adjustments?" Nie Chuan was very curious about what was going on in Reese's mind.

"You score, I defend."

Nie Chuan seemed to understand what Reese meant. Reese was planning to fight Owen to death one-on-one.

If they can block Owen and cut off his cooperation with the small forward, DK will be able to move much more freely.

"Don't overthink it. We've come this far."

Reese reached out and rubbed the back of Nie Chuan's head.

But last year, DK was defeated by CBU. At that time, Reese was able to completely suppress Owen in the last five minutes and make up the score, which also proved that Reese's ability is still slightly better than Owen.

In the afternoon, the team conducted a two-hour regular training session.

Carlo and Ewing seemed very serious.

Nie Chuan could clearly feel Ewing's pressure.

"Hey, Ewing." Nie Chuan raised his hand and put his arm around Ewing's shoulder. "Don't worry too much. This isn't the finals. You just need to score."

Ewing smiled: "Just don't let Owen Whishaw scare you into burping again."

Nie Chuan was embarrassed. It seemed that this black mark of his would follow him for a long time. He had to give Owen a hard time in a regular match to redeem his reputation.

After the training, the whole team had dinner together and everyone was wishing for victory in the next game.

After dinner, Nie Chuan put his money in his pocket and strolled with Reese on the streets near the hotel.

Squinting his eyes and feeling the night breeze, Nie Chuan felt extremely comfortable.

The phone vibrated from time to time. It was WeChat messages from friends in China and Zhou Bin, wishing Nie Chuan a successful next game.

Although he is not in China, he has become the focus of discussion among his high school classmates. Many of them are even eagerly waiting for the upload of the game video.

When Nie Chuan lowered his head to look at the message on his mobile phone, he completely ignored the direction and unknowingly walked to the edge of the sidewalk.

Reese was talking on the phone with her sister Vivian, and out of the corner of her eye she saw a motorcycle making a loud noise and about to pass by Nie Chuan.

"Nie Chuan——" Reese ran away and stretched out his hand to pull Nie Chuan back.

"Ah?" Nie Chuan turned around and looked in Reese's direction, seemingly confused as to why Reese suddenly called him.

At that moment, a figure came to Nie Chuan's side and pulled him to his side.

Nie Chuan's phone fell down, and his mouth hit the other person's chin, almost causing bleeding.

Nie Chuan was in so much pain that tears were about to fall.

Behind me was the wind created by a high-speed motorcycle passing by.

Reese was not far from Nie Chuan, his eyes were wide open and his face was filled with fear.

The fear slowly subsided, and there was a coldness in his eyes: "Owen Whishaw."

"Aha, you two are too close. Do you want to take a walk together at night?" There was a smile in Owen's voice.

Nie Chuan turned his head and saw Ou En. It turned out that it was Ou En who pulled him back from the roadside.

Reese raised his chin, and Owen smiled helplessly, taking back his hand from Nie Chuan's shoulder and spreading it out, looking helpless: "Okay, okay, I get it. No one else can touch your Nie Chuan."

"Owen, why are you here?" Nie Chuan was surprised.

"What's the matter? This place is very close to the stadium. We all live in a nearby hotel. It's normal to run into each other occasionally. And I've been following you two for quite a long time. I wanted to see when you noticed me." Ou En raised his hand and looked at his watch. "It's been a full fifteen minutes! It seems that I really don't have much presence. But no matter what, I helped you pull Nie Chuan back. Shouldn't you at least say thank you to me?"

"Thank you." Reese replied.

"It's really insincere."

At this time, Nie Chuan realized that he was almost thrown off the motorcycle and broke out in a cold sweat.

If you fall like that, not only will you be unable to play in the next game, but in serious cases you may even lose your life.

"Owen, thank you!" Nie Chuan looked at the other party and said.

"By the way, Nie Chuan, what do you think of CBU's performance today?" Ou En asked with a smile.

That smile was just like the one he had when he first saw Nie Chuan on the community basketball court, like an English gentleman, without any aggression.

"Very powerful. And very scary. But we DK will definitely beat you." Nie Chuan said in a very affirmative tone.

Owen put his hands in his pockets and smiled: "Boy, do you think you can dominate the world after defeating Raven Harvey?"

Nie Chuan raised his eyebrows, walked to Reese's side, raised his hand to Reese's shoulder, smiled and said to Owen: "I have never thought about dominating the world. But Reese and I should have no problem dominating the NCAA finals together!"

Owen was stunned for a moment, then he burst into laughter, holding his belly. "Okay! I'll wait. In three days, let me see if you and Reese can really dominate the NCAA."

After Nie Chuan exchanged a few words with Ou En, Ou En put his money in his pocket and left.

Reese, who had been silent the whole time, spoke up: "We just watched the CBU game today, and you were still worried. How come you were suddenly so confident just now?"

Nie Chuan smiled and continued to walk forward with Reese: "I think the competition in three days will be very difficult."

"Um."

“But we will win.”

Nie Chuan smiled and suddenly ran towards a bench by the roadside, stood on it with one step, and turned around.

The street light shone on his face, making it particularly bright.

A car passed by the roadside, and Reese became inexplicably nervous: "Get off here."

He grabbed Nie Chuan's wrist, and Nie Chuan leaned down, about to fall into Reese's arms, but he steadied his center of gravity, held Reese's shoulders, lowered his head and kissed Reese's lips.

It was a long kiss.

Reese, who had been frowning, slowly relaxed his brows. He half raised his head and changed from responding to Nie Chuan to enthusiastically asking for it.

He let go of Nie Chuan's wrist and instead grabbed Nie Chuan's lower back, pressing him hard towards himself.

Nie Chuan's legs gradually left the bench, and he was picked up by Reese.

Reese's kiss became more and more powerful, as if it was sending fire into Nie Chuan's blood, which started to burn and was about to evaporate his body.

"Hey!" Nie Chuan leaned back and ended the kiss.

Reese, still unsatisfied, kissed his chin and neck.

"Haven't you always minded kissing me in front of other people?" Reese asked, looking up.

Nie Chuan saw countless star-like lights in his eyes.

"Then do you mind that it was Owen who pulled me back from the roadside just now, not you?"

Nie Chuan asked with amusement.

"Although I mind, I am very grateful to him." Reese said softly, "So don't do anything dangerous again in the future."

Reese buried his head in Nie Chuan's chest.

"Well, as long as we stay together."

Three days later, the match between CBU and UDK kicked off.

From the moment he left the hotel and got on the bus, he could feel the inexplicably warm atmosphere.

Those college students who supported DK but did not have time to buy tickets for the game arrived in front of the hotel early, spontaneously lined up on both sides, and shouted "Come on!".

They waved colorful flags and had the DK emblem painted on their faces.

When the bus drove away from the hotel gate, Nie Chuan closed his eyes and collected his thoughts.

He had to concentrate, he adjusted his breathing, listened to his heartbeat, and kept defending against Owen Whishaw's shots, his dribbling rhythm, and the way he used his calves to generate power when he jumped to shoot. The technical characteristics of the other players in the CBU and their coordination methods were all replayed in Nie Chuan's mind like a slow-motion movie.

The stadium has become a boiling sea.

Nie Chuan followed the team in. When Reese stretched his wrists on the sidelines in his jersey, the cheers suddenly rose eight octaves.

"Great! Looks like Reese Reddington will be on stage today!"

"I've heard that he and Nie Chuan are a great team. I can finally see it for myself!"

Since the last game, Nie Chuan's supporters have increased exponentially.

Coach Gordon took a breath and called the players to his side: "What I need to say to you has been repeated many times yesterday. Now, I want you to be together, lower your heads, put aside all distractions, and focus yourself!"

Everyone bent down, held the shoulders of the people next to them, formed a circle, and closed their eyes.

This is not a meditation, but a process of abandoning everything that does not belong to the court and pursuing victory with all your heart.