On the Magnesium side, the famous basketball commentators Barkley, O'Neal and Smith are discussing the game situation together.
They sit in front of high-definition television screens, surrounded by technology-rich consoles.
Buckley, the commentator who always has a smile and speaks wittyly, is running his fingers on the electronic board, showing various data and charts.
O'Neal, a burly former NBA superstar, expressed his opinions in a deep voice while looking at the screen.
Smith, a commentator known for his keen insights, was taking notes intently, occasionally interjecting his own views.
The entire studio was filled with a tense and enthusiastic atmosphere, as if every audience member could feel their love and professional analysis for this game.
Buckley's voice was filled with regret,
"Since Mikal retired due to injury, the Suns have lost their ability to compete for the championship."
The electronic board in his hand lit up, and a series of data and charts scrolled quickly on the screen.
Buckley's fingertips glided lightly, and every movement looked so professional and confident.
O'Neill nodded slightly, as if he had already accepted this fact.
There is a bit of vicissitudes in the eyes of this former NBA superstar;
He looked deeply at the screen, as if recalling past games.
Smith had a thoughtful expression on his face, and the pen in his hand moved quickly across his notebook, recording Buckley's analysis.
He knows how valuable such discussions are to the audience.
"Man, then again, even with Mikal here, the Suns have no hope of beating the Nets."
O'Neal's words caused the entire studio to fall into a brief silence.
Both Barkley and Smith looked at the former NBA superstar, waiting for his further analysis.
The game screen on the TV screen has switched to the Nets;
Their lineup was neat, the players cooperated tacitly, and every movement seemed so smooth and natural.
"Look at them, they look like a sophisticated machine."
O'Neill pointed at the screen and said,
"If the Suns want to defeat such a team, they need players like Mikal to break the balance. But even if Mikal is here, the Suns may not be able to defeat such an opponent."
Barkley and Smith looked at each other and saw the same recognition in each other's eyes.
They knew that although O'Neill's words were cruel, they were true.
Smith nodded, looked at Barkley and O'Neal firmly, and said:
"I agree with Shaq. The Big Four in Brooklyn are so powerful that their dominance is almost unmatched."
Barkley smiled slightly and patted Smith on the shoulder, appreciating his point.
O'Neal continued to stare at the TV screen, frowning.
He is obviously still thinking about how to decipher the Nets' lineup and look for possible victory opportunities for the Suns.
Smith opened his notebook, pointed at some data and charts, and continued:
"Looking at these data, every player on the Nets has performed well. The Big Four have shown an extremely high level on both offense and defense, which makes it difficult for the Suns to find a breakthrough in the game."
There was a hint of awe in Smith's voice, as if he was talking about a mysterious and powerful being.
"Bai Qiang, that mysterious player from Asia, is simply the hidden weapon of the Nets. Every time he takes a shot, it feels like time has slowed down, and the ball is like being sucked into a black hole. No matter how hard the defense is, It’s tight and you can always find a crack to get in.”
Barkley and O'Neal both looked at Smith, their eyes full of curiosity.
"Do you know? He used to be unknown in Asian leagues, but once he arrived in the NBA, he felt like a fish in water, as if this world was created for him."
Smith's voice was full of disbelief.
"Hey, man! Although what you said is a bit exaggerated, I have to admit that Bai Qiang did save the Nets."
Barkley and Smith were both amused by O'Neal's words.
They all know that O'Neal is a straightforward person who never hides his preferences.
Looking at O'Neal's excited expression;
They could all imagine that when he was playing ball on the streets as a child, he met a highly skilled opponent and felt conflicted about wanting to defeat the opponent while appreciating the opponent's skills.
"Haha, Shaq, when you say that, do you want to get his autograph?" Barkley joked.
"Hey, man! Don't tell me, I really want to ask him for an autograph." O'Neal said excitedly.
He has an indescribable fondness for Bai Qiang.
Maybe it's because he's from Asia, maybe it's because of his calmness and tenacity on the court.
Every time he saw Bai Qiang's stable performance in the game, he seemed to see his own shadow——
A traditional center who flies in the penalty area!
On the other side of the Barclays Center, the Suns' home fans began to leave, disappointment hanging over everyone.
The timer on the TV screen was running inexorably. The game entered the last minute and the Nets already occupied a 23-point lead.
At this time, the players on the field were no longer interested in playing;
Suns fans were disheartened and no longer had any hope.
The three commentators sitting in the studio also felt the atmosphere of the scene.
Buckley looked at the screen, frowning;
O'Neill shook his head helplessly, with a trace of regret in his eyes;
Smith was silently taking notes. He knew that there was no suspense in this game.
As the final whistle sounded, the Nets led the Suns with a big score of 3 to 1, and the entire Barclays Center arena was boiling.
Fans waved flags, shouted and cheered for their team.
The players hugged each other tightly, with tears and sweat intertwined. At this moment, they were the happiest people in the world.
O'Neal, Barkley and Smith sat in the studio and witnessed it all.
There were smiles of relief on their faces, happy for the Nets players.
Brooklyn is just one step away from the championship!
As long as they win Tianwangshan, they will win the championship trophy as they wish.
Barkley looked at O'Neal with determination in his eyes.
"Shaq, do you believe in fate?" Barkley asked.
O'Neal was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said with a smile: "I only believe in strength."
Barkley was silent for a moment, and then slowly said: "I think the Phoenix Suns will not let it go."
Smith raised his head and looked at Buckley, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes.
Buckley continued:
"Mikal's injury threw them off balance. But you know what? Sometimes adversity brings out greater strength."
O'Neal and Smith looked at each other and saw the same confusion in each other's eyes.
Barkley looked at them with firm eyes: "A three-to-one comeback is not impossible!"
Smith was stunned and speechless for a moment.
O'Neal laughed loudly: "Hahahahaha... man, stop dreaming, it's impossible! The Nets will kill them."
Barkley glared at O'Neal with a hint of disdain in his eyes: "Hey, Shaq, don't forget, the Suns still have an unyielding soul."
O'Neal shrugged: "What about the unyielding soul? Basketball is a game for five people, not a battle for one person."
Barkley looked at O'Neal with a smile on his lips: "Then let's wait and see! Let's see if the Suns can create a miracle."
O'Neal: "Stay tuned..."
