Chapter 742: Chapter 499: Defying Superior, But Not on My Turf (United)_2 Chapter 742: Chapter 499: Defying Superior, But Not on My Turf (United)_2 He was ruled out for his rookie season, had a mixed sophomore year, and was ruled out again at the outset of his junior year.

For the Timberwolves, this was nothing short of a disaster. They had sacrificed their top historical player for Greg Oden, but surprisingly, Russell Westbrook, who was initially chosen to assist Oden, quickly improved with the help of veteran McGrady and had already become a formidable new force in the Western.

“You know, Lu, we lost to the Timberwolves before,” Fei said before the game started, “At that time, George was the coach.”

Lu asked, “If we win tonight, can we shut some people up?”

“No.”

If keyboard warriors’ mouths were that easy to shut, the internet wouldn’t be so chaotic.

Fei said, “But you can use this as an example to tell others that the game is unpredictable. The games you lose, George could lose too.”

The Timberwolves’ model for winning was basically just one.

Let Westbrook charge, drag the opponent into a messy fight, and then defeat them with experience.

Moreover, the Timberwolves had McGrady as a safety net. When Westbrook lost his basketball IQ in the chaos, McGrady could stabilize the situation, which was why they maintained a high winning rate in messy fights.

Supersonics had already been on the receiving end of that lesson.

Tonight, the Supersonics started Hughes in place of Anthony Morrow to match up against Westbrook.

Hughes was slower but had far better defensive anticipation than Morrow.

Westbrook’s shooting was off, relying on a breakthrough that could exploit any league guard, but when facing a balanced defensive line like the Supersonics’, if targeted, he would fall into an embarrassing state of poor shooting, crashing on drives, and his passes being smothered when passed to teammates.

“What are you doing, Lars?”

“Is that all you’ve got?”

“A real man takes it to the end.”

“Look at me, have you learned anything?”

Fei enjoyed teasing Westbrook.

Despite Westbrook resembling the protagonist of a Japanese manga, he thought of his game as very rigorous, and he believed it should be, holding high standards and demanding both inside and outside the game, a perfectionist with a steadfast philosophy.

So, whenever he was not playing smoothly, he would fall into uncontrollable chaos.

Therefore, Fei pointed out his mistakes, questioned his strength, used provocation continually, and Westbrook naturally entered a state of rage.

His CPU had burned out.

At this point, even McGrady trying to control the situation was ineffective.

“Lars?” McGrady called for the ball, but Westbrook charged in with a strong move, suddenly attempting a zombie jump shot that angrily smashed the backboard’s upper rim.

“Nice shot!”

Fei grabbed the defensive rebound, rushed to the frontcourt, Westbrook fell into a cognitive trap, thinking standing outside the three-point line waiting for Fei would suffice, but Fei took a super long-distance chase three-pointer from two meters outside the three-point line and scored cleanly.

Westbrook was dumbfounded.

“In terms of technical content, shooting and smashing the basket is much harder than mine.” The Timberwolves had already called a timeout, but Fei’s trash talk followed, “I need to learn a lot from you.”

Westbrook was furious.

This scene depicted the game perfectly.

Westbrook, with all his reckless courage, was completely toyed with by Fei throughout the game, the Timberwolves wanted McGrady to take over, but Westbrook wanted to go toe-to-toe with Fei in the end.

Thus, the timeout was called in vain.

The coaching staff made a decision, but it wasn’t implemented, unable to help Westbrook control his temper, McGrady could only assist from the side, reminiscing about his dominant days in Orlando.

Back then, he never imagined that one day he’d have to forsake his superstar pride to assist an emotionally unstable youngster.

But who can be blamed?

He had the chance to leave the Timberwolves before, but he stayed because the Timberwolves offered him a major contract that other teams refused.

Since he stayed, he had to become the player the team wanted him to be.

Westbrook ruined the game, by the end of the fourth quarter, a back-to-back combatant Supersonics had defeated their opponents by a 24-point margin, achieving revenge.

Fei’s statistics were extremely splendid, dominating Westbrook’s 17 points, 7 rebounds, and 7 assists with a comprehensive performance of 44 points, 12 rebounds, and 11 assists.

Westbrook only bested Fei in turnovers.

He had 6 turnovers tonight, while Fei had just 2.

“Work hard and improve a bit,” Fei told Westbrook, “Maybe we’ll meet in the playoffs.”

Westbrook made it clear he disliked Fei with one sentence, “I’d rather play the Lakers in the playoffs!”

Fei laughed, “I’ll just assume you think the Lakers are easier to beat then.”

Westbrook really did think so.

Although they had lost all their season matchups against the Lakers, Kobe and LeBron from the Lakers wouldn’t mess with his mindset like Fei did; at least the losses would be faster and more straightforward.

While Fei mocked Westbrook on the court, he was generous with his praises in front of reporters.

“He has the potential to become a symbolic player of his generation.”

That’s what Fei said.

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His tone was like that of a wise sage evaluating a younger generation.

But by age, he was only 6 years older than Westbrook.

By the “generation” measure, they belonged to the same generation.

Yet, no one found anything wrong with what Fei said.

Westbrook also admitted in front of the media that he was still lacking compared to Fei.