"Haha, then don't watch, let's eat." He said politely.

"Try the steak. Is it cooked well?"

"Well, not bad."

He tasted a piece and it was indeed good. As long as he added chili pepper, the taste would be the same.

"Catherine, let's go to the supermarket to buy groceries in the afternoon, and I'll cook Chinese food for you."

"OK, I haven't tried Chinese food yet. Is it delicious?" Catherine asked curiously.

"Oh, let's put it this way, as long as I eat the fish nuggets and bacon that you British eat every day for two days in a row, I would rather starve to death than eat it again. But if I don't eat Chinese food for three days in a row, I

I can’t eat anymore.” He joked.

Catherine rolled her eyes at Zhou Quan and said angrily: "Is it so delicious? Didn't you say you would go to England to visit me in the future? I'll treat you to fried fish and bacon every day."

At this point, the two of them couldn't help but sigh at the thought of their upcoming breakup.

After breakfast and lunch, Zhou Quan picked up the newspaper and started reading.

He mainly looks at the local media to evaluate last night's game and his performance yesterday. The media in other cities don't care much.

Fortunately, the Detroit media still supported him and did not blame him for losing a game. Instead, they were quite tolerant.

After spending half an hour browsing the news, Zhou Quan drove his girlfriend, who was about to break up, to a supermarket outside the community to do some shopping.

In the afternoon, he was busy cooking eight dishes, including braised eggplant, braised pork, braised pork ribs, braised squid, braised salmon, steamed eggs, etc. There were no Chinese supermarkets in Detroit, and there were not enough raw materials and seasonings, so he could just cook them.

Make these dishes.

Catherine didn't know how to use chopsticks, so Zhou Quan helped pick up the vegetables from time to time. She would occasionally sigh while eating.

Zhou Quan didn't ask why he sighed, it was just that he didn't want to break up with him. He knew that Catherine still liked being with him, otherwise she wouldn't have fallen in love again.

It's a pity that both of them are currently struggling for their careers and can only accept this ending.

On the 24th, the Pistons did not arrange training on this day and continued to allow players to seize precious opportunities to recover their physical fitness.

That night, the G4 game of the Western Conference Finals started, 112:121. In the end, the Jazz won two consecutive games at home and pulled another game, tying 2-2 with the Trail Blazers.

The Malone brothers scored 61 points, and John Stockton also played his best performance in this series, with 18 points, 15 assists and 3 steals, shooting 54.5% from the field. The three of them combined to contribute 79 points, 19 rebounds and 20 assists.

In the Western Conference Finals series, the Trail Blazers' best performer was not the glider Drexler, but All-Star backup point guard Terry Porter, who scored another 34 points with a shooting percentage of 56.3%.

The Glider also scored 27 points, and together with Porter, he also contributed 61 points. The Trail Blazers performed no worse than the Jazz in other aspects, but the Jazz had the home court advantage and got 55 free throw opportunities, 16 more than the Trail Blazers.

In free throws alone, he scored 19 points more than the Trail Blazers. Based on this, he won the game.

"We Pistons are not popular in the league and do not get such a home court advantage. In last night's game, we had five fewer free throws than the Bulls. I deserved free throw opportunities for some breakthroughs, but even at home, the whistle would not favor me.

." Zhou Quan said.

"Why?" Catherine asked curiously.

"Well, well, maybe the reputation of the Bad Boys Legion is still costing us." He said in a teasing tone.

At this time, he thought of the second half of the last quarter last night. While Jordan was still able to perform at a very high level, his teammates lost their excitement.

This is a problem he has been worried about, a problem he has been worried about before the Eastern Conference Finals started.

The veterans around him, Joe Dumars and John Salley, who have won two consecutive championships, have lost their vitality and vigor.

Even if you use methods such as encouraging morale, you can summon up some courage for a while, and you can show your knife-like sharpness when facing the bull, but it cannot last long.

It is the so-called one-stop power, then fades, and three times it is exhausted. This is the situation of the current Pistons. They do not have the fighting spirit to fight to the death and fight to the end.

Although the slogans are loud, in fact, since last season, the tenacity of the Bad Boys Legion has been lost in the bones.

"Dennis is okay, but he's just unlucky, and injuries happened in the playoffs. Ulrich just arrived with the Pistons, he didn't have a championship, and his contract was small. He had good morale, but his defense was too bad and his offense was terrible.

It’s also very monotonous and has limited capabilities.”

He was a little helpless. With this lineup, it was a bit difficult to win against the Bulls.

…

On the 25th, the game day of G4 of the Eastern Conference Finals.

After resting in the morning, Zhou Quan came to the headquarters at noon to participate in the team's recovery training.

After more than two days of rest, the soreness in his body is gone. Of course, his physical fitness will definitely not return to 100%, which will require a longer period of rest. And now his body is getting tired more easily.

Rodman said seriously: "Iron Fist, it seems that you have slept in separate beds with Catherine for the past two days, and your physical fitness has recovered well."

"Get out!"

Zhou Quan laughed and cursed, and said angrily: "You should worry about your condition. You only grabbed 10 rebounds in the last game."

"Don't worry, after two days of rest, my injuries have improved a bit, at least 20 for this game." Rodman assured, patting his chest.

Chuck Daly came over at this time and asked: "Zhou, have you thought of a way to deal with Jordan's defense in the past two days?"

Zhou Quan nodded and said: "After much thought, I still need to improve my athletic quality before I can really solve this problem. With my current ability, I'm afraid there is still no way. I still have to use the pick-and-roll to get rid of him."

Chuck Daly nodded and said: "This is correct. If his defense is so easy to solve, he is not Michael Jordan. Only by correcting your attitude can you solve the problem.

In this game, if he plays full-court press again, I will arrange more pick-and-roll tactics for you. After you pick it up, immediately distance yourself from him, but don't go to Pippen. Pippen's defense is no worse than Jordan.

It might even be more difficult."

"clear."

…

At night, the Palace of Auburn Hills is brightly lit.

At 7:30, both sides announced the starting lineup.

Bulls: Bill Cartwright, Horace Grant, Scottie Pippen, Michael Jordan, John Paxson

Pistons: John Salley, Dennis Rodman, Orlando Ulrich, Joe Dumars, Zhou Quan

At this time, the substitute players from both sides came on stage and began to warm up.

Although Isiah Thomas' reputation has plummeted and his strength has plummeted, he still has a strong fan base in Detroit and at the Palace of Auburn Hills. Countless Pistons fans cheer for him when he appears on the court.

He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Magic and Barkley sitting together and no longer sitting behind the team's bench.

He was afraid of the disease. Before the start of the season, he protested against Magic's playing. This turned the relationship between him and Magic from friendly to bad, but he did not regret it. Who the hell asked you to mess around?
Chapter completed!