"Yes, it must be possible."

Lin Ying showed a wry smile.

But think about it from another perspective, because Iverson once created hope, his fans hope that he will create hope again.

Since the 2001 Finals, he has been playing under tremendous pressure.

Then, year after year it was proven that such a peak could never be returned.

If this happens for a long time, you can imagine the psychological pressure that accumulates.

Changing to a more relaxed life may not necessarily be a bad thing.

"On the other hand, you and Melo, I think your skills are actually quite good. Now that Chauncey is here again, I hope to see you win the trophy."

Iverson continued.

Although this result is not the best for him, it is at least good for Lin Ying.

It is also a good thing for him that his brother is well.

Lin Ying's emotions suddenly turned into a toast.

"I wish you good luck."

"May you succeed."

That night, I finally fell asleep drunk.

…

Two days later, Billups still hadn't come, but Iverson had already left Denver.

His wardrobe had been emptied, and even the name tags on the wardrobe had been taken away.

People take tea to cool down.

Before Lin Ying had time to sigh, Dean Walken came to the locker room.
Chapter completed!