Jerome James finally understood. Su Xi had dragged him onto the court to be the sacrificial lamb.
Jerome had been comfortably slouched on the bench, just coasting and collecting his paycheck, when he was suddenly thrown onto the court.
He had planned to just mess around for a few minutes and then go back to the bench to rest.
But Su Xi kept forcing LeBron James to crash right into him... and since he couldn't get out of the way, he had no choice but to absorb the impact.
All that flab on his body had become the perfect cushion.
LeBron James was miserable, but he was even more miserable.
And on offense, Su Xi didn't let him rest either. He constantly had him come up to the high post to set a screen, after which Su Xi himself would drive into the paint.
Setting screens was no cakewalk. That bastard Snow didn't hesitate to slam into his lower back.
'This is a fucking miserable way to earn money.'
'How could Su Xi just show up and shatter all the rules?'
