The man turned around and Susan appeared at the kitchen door.

The light flashed and reflected Rose's face.

Susan looked at Ross in shock and his hand that was about to touch the flesh.

Susan seemed to understand something, and suddenly changed her face. She rushed up quickly, grabbed Rose's wrist, and broke his arm away from the piece of meat, as if it was a very poisonous one.

"Are you crazy?? You actually want to incorporate new fantasy ingredients!?"

Susan asked him anxiously.

Ross sighed.

"You have also seen that if we don't make any changes, we may lose this time. The two young men in the team have done well enough. Now it's my turn as the chef."

Susan grabbed Rose's shoulder.

"There is no need to bet on your own life! This year doesn't work, we have next year..."

Ross shook his head.

"You don't understand, the Cavaliers management will definitely find a way to trade me next year, and may even lay off me directly. This year is the closest I have to be the champion, and it may be the closest I have to be the champion in my life..."

Susan screamed hysterically.

"Is the championship really that important? More important than your own life?!"

Tears couldn't stop sliding from the corners of her eyes. Susan felt very wronged. She cared about this man so much, but this man didn't care about her at all.

Ross sighed, reached out and hugged her in his arms, and then spoke in a gentle tone.

“When I was selected by the Bulls, I thought I could bring another championship trophy to my hometown.

Unfortunately, I was wrong.

I overestimated myself, and they just regarded me as a substitute for Jordan.

I need this championship trophy, not for others, but for myself, and I want to prove that I am Derek Rose, not someone’s substitute!

So...Dear...Let me be willful this time, just this time!"

Looking at Ross' extremely sincere and even with a hint of pleading eyes, Susan's heart softened, and the hand that grabbed his wrist couldn't help but let go.

"Derick, you're such a sly man."

Susan suddenly put her hands around Rose's neck and kissed her, and a crystal drop of tears slid from the corner of her eyes.

After a long time, Ross let go of Susan and held the piece of flesh that was radiating silver-blue with great firm eyes.

Susan looked at Ross with a nervous look on her face, and at the same time, one hand subconsciously reached into her pocket of clothes, took out her cell phone, ready to call the emergency number at any time.

Soon, silver-blue stars lit up from the meat pieces and were then absorbed into Rose.

Susan looked at him nervously, her eyes unblinking, fearing that he would have any adverse reactions.

However, five minutes passed and nothing seemed to happen.

Ross suddenly smiled relaxedly.

"It seems that God is on my side today."

Susan patted her chest and gestured a cross.

"God bless you almost scared me to death!"

Rose in a good mood held his lover's palm.

"Dear, we'll have a wedding at the end of this season."

Susan blushed and said in a squint.

"Are you proposing to me? At least you should prepare a diamond ring and bouquet, and then choose a romantic place."

Rose slapped his forehead.

"Sorry, I'm excited for a moment. I'll be ready to propose to you officially."

"Fool..."

Susan muttered in a low voice.

"Did you say anything?"

Rose's face showed a hint of doubt.

"Nothing!"

This time Susan's tone was obviously filled with anger.

Ross was a little confused in an instant, and he could only attribute it to his proposal too hasty, which aroused Susan's dissatisfaction.

"Okay, it's getting late, there's still a game tomorrow. Let's go back and rest quickly."

Susan said.

Ross nodded in agreement.

"You wait for me outside first, I'll clean up and come."

"Okay, then you move faster."

Susan nodded and walked out of the kitchen first.

After Susan's figure disappeared, Ross's face suddenly changed. He supported his left hand on the kitchen counter and his right hand tightly covered his heart. His face instantly turned pale, and beads of sweat as big as beans fell like raindrops...

After a while, Ross took a breath. He cleaned up for a while, then carefully wiped off the sweat beads from his face with a towel, finally took a deep breath, adjusted for a while, and walked out of the door.

“Too slow!”

Susan couldn't help complaining.

"Sorry, the stuff is a bit messy."

Ross pretended to be fine and said apologetically.

"Forget it, I will forgive you this time, let's go."

After saying that, Susan took the initiative to put Rose's arm in.

After a while, Susan showed a strange expression.

"Huh? Why are you sweating so much?"

Ross shook his body slightly, and then said as if nothing had happened.

"Oh, maybe I forgot to turn on the air conditioner just now."

The next day, the Cleveland Cavaliers arena.

A large number of kitchen fans flocked to this place from all over the city, holding small flags, holding KT boards, and some even painted oil paint on their faces.

When the Cavaliers bus arrived, the crowd immediately cheered, as if welcoming the hero.

When the Heat bus arrived, the deafening boo almost pierced the eardrums.

On the bus, James's face was gloomy and terrifying. Although he had seen many worlds, he was one of the few rationalists among the black buddies.

But being hated by the whole hometown is not pleasant at all.

At this moment, a broad arm wrapped around him.

The voice of brother Wade came from his ears.

"Hey, LeBron, look out for it. For us, nothing is more important than a championship. When you win the championship, history will give you a fair evaluation."

"You're right, brother."

James' eyes became firm.

"Let's end this series and head onto the road to the championship!"

At this moment, the Heat's morale is like rainbow!

After the opening introduction session, both sides stood on the stage.

The atmosphere of the Cavaliers is very serious, but the Heat seems very relaxed.

Even in the face of the tsunami booing from nearly 100,000 spectators present, James and Wade were still talking and laughing.

This is taken for granted.

If you have a winning game and a plus or negative value of +6 points on hand, your teammates are extremely reliable superstars, and you can still be so relaxed.

For the Heat, sweeping the Cavaliers and advancing to the finals, everything was like a natural outcome.

This is the overall idea of ​​the Heat, and even Heat general manager and head coach Pat Riley said in an interview with reporters.
Chapter completed!