re You Trying to Seduce Me?

[Congratulations, host! You have recorded seven blocks in a single game and activated the Heavenly Block skill.]

At the same time, the system's notification sounded, and Tang Long felt a sense of relief.

The next second, he glanced at the stats on the arena's big screen.

There it was—his name, with 28 points, 13 rebounds, 7 blocks, and 3 assists in this game.

"Damn, I only have 13 rebounds so far. I still need two more to activate the rebounding skill!"

Tang Long muttered to himself, then checked the game clock. There were 2 minutes and 44 seconds left.

In that time, grabbing two more rebounds to reach fifteen shouldn't be too difficult.

As someone determined to become an NBA legend, Tang Long knew that recording 15 rebounds, 7 blocks, and 28 points in a single game was a must.

Otherwise, how could he live up to the title of "legend"?

Over the next few possessions, Tang Long seized every opportunity to fight for rebounds.

Whether it was an offensive or defensive rebound, as long as the ball came off the rim, he went all out to grab it.

Finally, with just 54 seconds left in the game, Tang Long completed his second side quest.

Recording 15 rebounds in a single game would activate a rebounding-related skill.

[Congratulations, host! You have recorded 15 rebounds in a single game, completing the second side quest. You have been rewarded with the Absolute Rebound skill.]

Absolute Rebound?

Tang Long instinctively opened his skill panel and saw that he now had three skills.

[Destruction Hammer], [Heavenly Block], and [Absolute Rebound].

These three skills covered scoring, blocking, and rebounding.

As a center, having these three skills and learning how to use them effectively would make him nearly unstoppable in the paint!

As long as he wasn't double-teamed or specifically targeted, Tang Long could dominate the interior.

"Nice! Activating two new skills in a row will make the next game even easier!"

Tang Long thought to himself as he finished the game.

The Heat were no longer a threat. With only 54 seconds left, they were still trailing by thirteen points.

To tie the game and overtake the Cavaliers in 54 seconds, they would need a miracle—like Tracy McGrady's legendary 13 points in 35 seconds.

Unfortunately, Wade was just Wade. He couldn't transform into peak McGrady.

The game ended with the referee's whistle.

The final score was 103-92, with the Cavaliers securing the victory.

Since Tang Long became a starter, the Cavaliers had won two straight games.

"Tang... my man, you dominated this game!"

James smiled as he hugged Tang Long, who had finished with 32 points, 15 rebounds, 7 blocks, and 3 assists.

In the final minute, Tang Long hadn't even been playing seriously, just warming up on the court.

Yet, even so, his stats were still explosive.

Moreover, as a center, his shooting percentage was incredibly high. Whenever the ball was in his hands, he always found a way to score.

Even when he was fouled four times and went to the free-throw line, he only missed one shot.

When it came to free throws, Tang Long still wasn't great. Compared to a sharpshooter like Yao Ming, he was slightly worse.

Chinese fans knew that Yao Ming was an excellent shooter, especially from the free-throw line, where he had a career average of over 85%!

During the post-game pleasantries, Wade walked up to Tang Long with a look of dissatisfaction and patted his shoulder.

"Hey... Tang, you played great today, but I'm not giving up. Next time we face the Cavaliers, the win will be ours."

Tang Long smiled and said, "Sure, Dwyane. I look forward to our next matchup!"

"Okay, next time you and LeBron won't be so lucky."

"Haha..." James laughed when he heard Wade's words.

The two were from the same draft class and knew each other well. Wade frowned and said seriously, "LeBron, don't get too happy too soon. We still have our next matchup."

"Alright, Dwyane. If you say so, Tang and I will be waiting for your challenge."

"That's more like it, bro."

Wade laughed too. Wade loved to show off, and both Tang Long and James knew that.

He had just lost the game, so he needed to vent his frustration with some trash talk.

You can't take that away from him!

After the pleasantries, it was time for the post-game press conference.

The Cleveland reporters were very enthusiastic about Tang Long. In the past, once the game ended, the reporters would swarm James.

After all, he was the media's darling, and fans around the world knew that.

But since Tang Long's rise and his back-to-back standout performances, the Cleveland reporters seemed more inclined to interview Tang Long alone.

"Oh my God, China Tang, I have to say, you're a basketball genius. In just your second start, you've already put up such impressive numbers."

"I really want to ask you, how long do you think you can maintain this hot streak?"

A white female reporter in a professional OL outfit, wearing black-framed glasses and with a slightly cold, domineering aura, asked.

Tang Long replied without hesitation, "Beautiful lady, your question is a bit naive. What do you mean, how long can I maintain this? If you want me to answer, I can only tell you that this hot streak will continue until I retire!"

"Oh my God! China Tang, you're the most confident Chinese person I've ever met. There have been many Chinese players in the NBA before, but their answers were different from yours."

The white female reporter suddenly became very interested in Tang Long.

Before Tang Long, several Chinese players had entered the NBA.

They were Yao Ming, Yi Jianlian, Mengke Bateer, and Wang Zhizhi.

But they all retained the humility and modesty characteristic of Chinese people.

Unlike Tang Long, who exuded confidence from the start, which made the white female reporter take notice.

Tang Long smiled and said, "Beautiful lady, times have changed. China has risen and is now the world's second-largest economy. Do we still need to keep a low profile? I don't think so. Whether in life or on the court, we Chinese will not let the world down!"

After Tang Long finished speaking, the white female reporter's eyes lit up.

She pursed her red lips and showed a meaningful smile. "Alright, China Tang, I've got the answer I wanted. Thank you for accepting my interview. If there's a chance, I'd like to invite you to dinner. Talking with you feels very different from talking with other Chinese players."

As the white female reporter turned to leave, she even gave Tang Long a flirtatious glance.

Damn, Tang Long's heart skipped a beat, and he almost fell to the ground.

What was this American girl trying to do?

Was she trying to seduce him?

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