Chapter 661: Chapter 473: Passing Master (Combined)_3 Chapter 661: Chapter 473: Passing Master (Combined)_3 But was the hidden danger resolved? Karl looked at Durant’s face.

The eyes of America’s son were clear, and you definitely couldn’t question whether he was selfish, but if he truly were a person so selfless as to be without contest, then he would become a paradox in the history of sports.

Pulitzer Prize-winner David Halberstam once said when writing about Jordan, “Superstars are all perfectionist paranoiacs.”

If you lack enough obsession, you won’t likely overcome all obstacles to victory. Everyone wishes superstars had personalities like Charles Barkley, but ironically, Barkley never succeeded. Does that prove that someone like Barkley can’t succeed? You can’t prove it, but the fact is he didn’t succeed, so he became a symbol of failure, while people like Jordan became symbols of success.

Now, Yu Fei had become a representative of Jordan, with 90% of Jordan’s silhouette in him, but the 10% that distinguished him from Jordan is what made him truly special. Yet, this Yu Fei was never called a good person by his opponents for a single second during his career.

If Durant really was the pure good guy his public image suggested, it would be the best news the Supersonics could get, even if it meant Durant would become the new David Robinson.

But Yu Fei had not believed anything Durant showed from the first day he met him.

So, the problem wasn’t resolved, it was just hiding in deep waters.

In the second half, the Supersonics made the first half seem like a dream for the Detroit Pistons.

The Supersonics lived by pointing to Yu Fei in the first half; as the second half began, the scene turned somewhat cruel.

Roy turned into last season’s Roy.

His offensive onslaught from the outside was unstoppable.

When the Pistons slightly increased their defensive pressure on him, his passes pierced the opponents’ hearts like arrows.

Durant’s threes from outside, Chris Bosh’s mid-range shots combining with attacks from the face of the basket ravaged the inside, followed by showcasing the three-pointer at the buzzer in the third quarter.

The only one who didn’t perform well was Kwame Brown.

The starting four superstars were responsible for the chaos, he was responsible for the clucking, messing up several opportunities with slippery hands.

In the fourth quarter, with the Supersonics leading by 16 points, Karl replaced Brown with DeAndre Jordan.

Suddenly, the Supersonics seemed to reach full potential.

The lineup of Roy, Durant, Yu Fei, Bosh, and Little O stretched their range, athleticism, offensive and defensive intensity, rebounding, and blocking to the max.

Likewise, Little O, as a basketball player, was so raw that apart from his physical talent, there was nothing noteworthy.

This meant he didn’t need the ball much.

But when rebounding and protecting the basket, it was especially impressive that his physical talent was more than a notch above Brown’s.

Within three minutes, the Supersonics launched a 16-0 run, completely silencing The Palace of Auburn Hills.

“If I were you, I’d start practicing your shooting from today on,” Little O taunted Brown at the bench, “Everything you can do, DJ can do!”

Brown’s arrogance was deep-seated; he didn’t believe that such a trash game could change anything.

Towards Little O, who he saw as a ring-chaser, Brown had no respect, not even deigning to open his mouth but just casually flicked out four fingers with his sexy little hand: I, a four-time championship center, you shut up!

“Alright, alright!” laughed Little O in exasperation, “One day you’ll be sitting right beside me!”

The game had entered garbage time, and before Yu Fei was substituted, he passed a bounce alley-oop to Little Jordan.

However, Little Jordan’s CPU burned out; he hadn’t thought you could pass an alley-oop like that, hesitated for a moment, and the ball was snatched by an opponent.

He immediately committed a tactical foul on the opposing player, then looked at Yu Fei with a pale face as if he had just lost his parents.

“Frye… I…”

“It’s okay, Kwame makes mistakes like that too,” Yu Fei, soon to be replaced by Anthony Morrow, remarked.

He took one more look at Little Jordan before stepping off the court, “But Kwame can afford to make mistakes because his name is Kwame Brown. You haven’t yet firmly established yourself in the NBA. You get what I mean?”

Little Jordan hurriedly nodded his agreement.

Yu Fei was off the court.

As soon as he stepped off, he heard Brown say, “Frye, that kid is useless, he messed up a pass that could have been a top play!”

“It’s okay,” Yu Fei laughed, “Didn’t you mess up a few too?”

Brown was choked off.

Taking advantage of the moment, Little O mocked, “Why don’t you show Frye the four fingers?”

“Shut up!” Brown shouted angrily, “You don’t even have the qualifications to lift a finger!”

“Enough,” Yu Fei stopped Brown’s noise, “DJ is still young, you should encourage him more, act like a veteran.”

Brown was starting to worry. Did Big Fei really think highly of DJ?

“Did you encourage him?” Brown asked.

“Of course,” Yu Fei said, “I told him to learn more from you.”

Brown’s previously tense heart suddenly relaxed, and he laughed, “That kid has nothing but physical ability, I tutored him for a year, and he only learned the basics.”

Impolitely, Little O asked, “Like staring blankly after seeing a brilliant pass?”

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“You son of a–!@#$%@#$!”

Yu Fei didn’t have high expectations for Brown.

As long as he could provide strong enough blocking, defense, and pick-and-roll in the playoffs, that would be sufficient.

Perhaps it was His low expectations that led to Brown’s inflated ego as he went from the Eastern Conference’s second best center to the League’s number one frontcourt, yet his skill level did not rise with his status.

Yu Fei had him practice shooting, and he would for a while, take a few shots in games, but then give up gradually because of the inconsistency.