May in Cleveland brought neither golden rain nor sorrowful tears.

Because in this year's conference semifinals...

The Cavaliers lost far too quickly.

Without the slightest preparation.

Without the slightest sorrow.

At the end of the fourth game of the conference semifinals against the Heat, James' mind was still blank!

Stephen Curry's encouragement felt like it was just yesterday.

And the experience of finally leading the Cavaliers through the first round...

Felt like it was just a second ago...

Mentally exhausted.

But not physically.

Liver shattered.

But not heartbroken.

When the Heat's unstoppable strength was on display...

Faced with the 0-4 result, what could James do but accept the outcome?

Perhaps, this was the hardship he was destined to face in this era!

Goodbye, playoffs!

Goodbye, 2005/06 season.

While there's life, there's hope.

If at first you don't succeed, try, try again!

On May 18th, after writing "I must defeat Su Feng" in his notebook, James turned his attention to training.

And not long after the Cavaliers said goodbye to this year's playoffs...

May 20th...

Even the other three fiercely contested conference semifinal series could not steal any attention away from the event.

The Celtics, tied 2-2 with the Sixers, cried.

The Jazz, battling the Mavericks to a Game 5, cried.

The Warriors, playing the Suns in a fifth game, cried too.

Because clearly...

Clearly, this year's playoffs were so exciting...

But why...

Did no one care about their survival?

In New York, on this day, Stern looked out the window, his heart as still as water.

And not far from him, Mark vaguely realized...

A disaster capable of destroying the earth...

Was about to strike in a few hours.

May 20th, morning.

Philadelphia.

A large number of fans flocked to the streetball court near Market Street, which had now become a famous tourist attraction in Philadelphia.

And in Toronto...

The Raptors staff hung a total of eighty-eight No. 23 jerseys, once worn by a certain person, inside and outside the arena.

Miami.

Tens of thousands of Heat fans took to the streets on this day.

However, at this moment, there were neither protests nor armed police.

AmericanAirlines Arena, at Riley's request, the Heat's home floor was painted red overnight.

Because in recent years, Riley, who had studied Chinese culture quite a bit, knew that red symbolized good luck in China.

On this day, young Seth arrived early through the VIP channel.

And at 11 a.m., as that man arrived as scheduled...

Seth witnessed this unprecedented spectacle.

The heavens collapsed.

The earth cracked.

In the crowd's deafening cheers...

His Majesty the King stood in the center of the stage in a suit.

Influenced by the NBA's global expansion in recent years, all American television broadcasters cut off their broadcasts at this moment to record this historic moment.

And seconds later, when Su Feng's figure appeared on the television screen, billions of basketball fans shouted his name.

"Mark, you know, before I officially made this decision, I kept asking myself...

What impact would this decision have on the NBA.

And finally, I understood.

This time, I decided to bet all my hopes on the future." Looking at his assistant Mark, Stern said after a long sigh.

Hearing this, Mark, knowing what was about to happen, put his right hand on Stern's shoulder.

"Narrow national borders and skin color discrimination are destined to hinder the NBA's globalization.

David, I always believe you are right.

Just like you decided to in Su's 20th year to make the regular season

In his own long-distance running career, the journey was only halfway there.

And if he couldn't sing about conquest all the way to the end...

Then today, the good fortune that his good brother Stern gave him...

Would be his destined tribulation.

"Let us once again congratulate Su Feng on being elected the NBA regular season MVP for the 05/06 season!"

In front of the TV, while the Feng fans were sincerely happy for Su Feng...

At this moment...

No one knew how heavy the crown on Su Feng's head was.

Forward!

Forward!

Forward!

Only by moving forward can this night be immortalized!

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