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Chapter 211 Good Guy, I Can Just Go Straight To The Good Guy? (1 Update, Please Subscribe)

Riley never thought he knew Zhou Yan.

Most of the time, this man has an attitude of not being close to strangers. Zhou Yan refuses to communicate too much with his teammates, and he is not even willing to communicate unless necessary.

This is not what Zhou Yan said, but what Riley felt. Riley has always been very accurate, and his teammates can also see it.

Of course, none of that matters.

After all, for most Heat players, Zhou Yan's nature is closer to... a mercenary.

This statement is not pleasant at all, but Zhou Yan does not reject it.

The Heat's management has nothing to worry about, because everyone knows that Zhou Yan doesn't just have a sense of belonging to the Heat, but he doesn't have a sense of belonging to all teams.

He is from the east, and now he is invincible all over the league, doves occupy the magpie's nest, just like believers need gods, only the teams are scrambling to buy Zhou Yan, it is impossible for Zhou Yan to take the initiative to say which team he wants to go to In this case, the team is going to hug whose thigh.

As long as your legs are thick enough, and you can see your thighs wherever you go, then no one will criticize you. Of course, this is only limited to rational spectators. As for those brainless clowns, Zhou Yan can't see them at all, let alone 15 doesn't care .

Riley really didn't understand Zhou Yan, he had no time and no channels, but at this moment he understood the meaning in Zhou Yan's eyes.

At any rate, they have cooperated for a whole season, and both of them are smart people. Sometimes the communication between smart people doesn't need to talk, Song just needs a look.

Zhou Yan wanted a timeout, although Riley didn't quite understand, but he still made a timeout gesture to the referee.

"Pause! Pause!"

All eyes were on Riley.

Because this timeout is really called... no level.

Generally speaking, in addition to the official timeout, there are three kinds of timeouts led by coaches and players.

The first type, when the opponent feels hot and scores consecutively, the coach calls a timeout in order to adjust in time and for the opponent to score in the middle.

The second is that at the end of the game, the point difference is infinitely close, and when the winner is about to be decided within 30 seconds, 20 seconds or even 10 seconds, the coach or player calls a timeout to rearrange tactics.

The third type is also the rarest one, it is rare to see one in a hundred games—the coach calls a timeout specifically for a certain player.

Or let it rest, or there are other unspeakable reasons.

Right now Zhou Yan falls into the third category.

"After this timeout is over, just pull someone up.

"Zhou Yan!!!"

Riley couldn't take it anymore.

"I warn you, don't go too far! I have done everything I can, including the other members of the team. At this time, you say you want to abandon them and run away?! Not to mention professional players Now, do you think this is what a man should do?"

Zhou Yan gave Riley an innocent look.

"Why... I just want to go out for a while, and it's not that I won't come back."

"No! Tell you it's impossible! Don't even think about it! What do you think of the game? Are you kidding! Come and leave as you want?! I don't agree! If you dare to leave like this, I will hold you cheating to the league, You are well aware of the strength of doping control in the league, and the annual salary of tens of millions can’t afford such a punishment, right?”

"Even if the government fines me 100 billion, the boss will pay the bill. What does it have to do with me?"

Riley was at a loss for words for a moment—he actually forgot the most important thing.

"In short, you can't leave, even if it's for Mourning's face? You heard it during the break just now. Mourning will probably retire after this season. The only time in his career is the finals. I have the heart to let him fall on the trophy Come on? I know you don't have feelings for the Heat, but—"

Zhou Yan waved his hand impatiently, interrupting Riley.

"I'll definitely be back in the fourth quarter at the latest, and that's it."

"Fourth quarter?!"

Riley almost passed out: "When you come back, you are 30 to 40 points behind in the fourth quarter, can you still reverse such a big difference in a single quarter?"

"It's a side effect for me to stay on the court now. I might be able to manage things better if I leave. Besides, I, Zhou Yan, always keep my word. If I say it, I will definitely come back and delay the class. It's better than not playing at all."

After Zhou Yan said that, he turned around and was about to leave, but Riley still refused, grabbed the corner of the opponent's clothes tightly, and said viciously: "You can leave if you want to, unless you promise to bring everyone to win this game when you come back, otherwise you will stay in the Heat and continue." Fight for a year!"

"I don't need you to tell me about this kind of thing."

Before leaving the arena, Riley urged loudly in the back: "Be careful, it's not a series. The tie-break won't be counted. If you want to win, you have to win this game! Otherwise, you can stay in Miami. Men must keep their word!!"

A fortune teller is indeed a fortune teller.

Even at times like this, always keep a shrewd mind.

Zhou Yan on the court is impeccable, but Zhou Yan off the court has almost no merits.

If you have to look for it, you can count on the best one. Riley is interested in this point, so he would rather make things difficult for himself than tie Zhou Yan with the Heat's championship.

If you win this game, you can leave if you want. Anyway, the championship is won, the veteran's long-cherished wish is fulfilled, and Riley's wish is fulfilled. Everyone is happy to get together and part ways.

If you lose this game, you will lose the next game, which means that the Heat will miss the championship this year. Fortunately, Zhou Yan's ability is obvious to all. As long as he continues to tie people to the Heat, he will come back next year at worst.

After all, anyone with eyes can tell, having Zhou Yan is equivalent to having tickets to the finals for 627.

As for Mourning, it couldn't be simpler.

With Riley's ability to fool, it can be said that it is not difficult to fool an honest person who is unwilling to fight for another year.

Zhou Yan left the venue just like that.

Many people noticed this scene and began to speculate whether Zhou Yan had run away. Some said that he went to the toilet. The most outrageous was the conspiracy theory about Zhou Yan's identity as a robot.

Similar arguments began to ferment as early as Zhou Yan won the first MVP.

Artificial intelligence, robots rely on programs to play ball, and suddenly leave the court because the battery is dead and needs to be recharged...

Tony was full of worries, staring at the player tunnel for a while, and when he turned his eyes back to the field again, he found that Riley had transferred a new player from the second team to replace Zhou Yan.

Are you really not coming back?

no no no!

Tony shook his head quickly, shaking off the messy thoughts in his head.

Anyone can question Zhou Yan, but I can't.

At this time, he would rather believe in conspiracy theories, and would rather believe that Zhou Yan is a robot. He left at this time only because the battery was out of power. He will return with full blood in a short time, carry the game strongly, and win the fourth championship of his career.

And after that?

Come to Atlanta in the future!!.