Chapter 177 The Last Dignity

The Pelicans had a winning streak, but the Thunder's situation was the opposite.

They had recently lost to the Pacers and the Trail Blazers in a row, suffering a losing streak.

Durant's stats in those two games were: 15 of 31 for 41 points, and 14 of 30 for 37 points.

He, who rarely took more than 30 shots, had consecutive 30+ shot games, and the team lost both.

Everyone knew what he wanted to do.

With this continuous scoring, his average score was closing in on Tang Tian's, and both of their average scores were approaching 30+.

Not since the crazy scoring performances of Kobe (35.4 points), Iverson (33 points), James (31.4 points), and Arenas (29.3 points) in the 2005-06 season had there been such an intense scoring title race.

At this point, the scoring title was no longer just an honor.

After Scarlett publicly showed affection for Tang Tian and the two teams lost head-to-head, Durant wanted to maintain this last bit of face even if he lost.

After the loss to the Trail Blazers, the atmosphere in the Thunder's locker room was a bit subdued.

Reggie Jackson was the most depressed one. Durant's extra shots were basically his.

Although he considered Durant his boss, when the boss took his shots and affected his own interests, being the boss wasn't that important anymore.

That was the clever thing Tang Tian had done earlier, sending a $300,000 Ferrari to prevent this from happening early on.

"Reggie, get me a towel."

Durant had just finished showering and called out to Jackson, who was by the closet.

Jackson was unhappy and pretended not to hear, continuing to tie his shoes.

"Reggie!"

Durant raised his voice, and everyone in the locker room heard him.

Jackson then pretended to have just heard him and looked up in confusion.

"Towel."

Durant was unhappy about losing, and Jackson's reaction made his face turn ugly.

Jackson didn't explain, picked up the towel, and threw it to Durant.

"Sorry, boss."

Jackson smiled and said.

Durant's face softened a little, he wiped his head with the towel, and then walked to the bench to sit down.

Jackson then got up and left the locker room.

Durant frowned slightly as he watched Jackson's back.

This guy's wings were getting harder; he used to say goodbye before leaving.

The players left the locker room one after another, and Westbrook also finished showering, came out, and got dressed.

Durant put his backpack on and prepared to leave.

"Kevin."

Westbrook called out to him.

Durant turned back in confusion.

Westbrook signaled him to sit down and talk.

"What's up?"

Durant walked back and sat down.

His expression wasn't good. The two of them were close brothers, but he had felt resentment ever since Westbrook interacted with Tang Tian on and off the court during the All-Star game.

Westbrook didn't notice. He didn't know what Durant was thinking, and thought Durant was concerned about the loss and Jackson's attitude.

"Reggie's got an even higher ambition than James (Harden). It's normal for him to be in a bad mood when he doesn't play well. Don't take it too seriously."

He opened his mouth to persuade Durant.

Durant nodded.

There was no harm without comparison. Compared to Jackson, Harden was stronger and more obedient.

"But there's something I still have to say, Kevin, don't worry so much about the stats. There's no point in fighting for the scoring title."

Westbrook said. Durant's crazy shooting had hurt the team. He was the only one on the team who could persuade Durant now.

And he had to do it, because if they couldn't win, the stats didn't matter.

Durant frowned when he heard that. His good brother was indeed siding with Tang Tian, and didn't even want him to compete for the scoring title!

"I won't give it to him!"

He then said through gritted teeth. That was his last dignity.

"The Pelicans are likely to end up seventh or eighth this season. We can look at the situation and control it to first or second, and play them directly in the playoffs. Knocking them out like that is more meaningful than winning a scoring title."

Westbrook continued.

After failing to ease the relationship between Tang Tian and Durant, he could only think about how to let Durant win back face, after all, brotherhood was more important than friendship.

Durant glanced at Westbrook after hearing that.

"If we lose too much, we'll drop to third, and we might not face them in the playoffs. You know we can't lose to them in the playoffs."

Westbrook continued.

Durant turned his head back, and nodded after a moment of silence.

What Westbrook said was right. Although the scoring title involved the issue of face, directly facing and eliminating the opponent in the playoffs was indeed more meaningful than winning the scoring title.

Seeing Durant finally nod, Westbrook breathed a long sigh of relief.

Durant would only listen to him now.

…

Tang Tian was practicing dribbling in the yard with Little Lion.

Little Lion was more than six months old and was already almost the size of a sheep.

Tang Tian had also adapted to low dribbling for more than a month, and the frequency of his dribbling was now significantly faster than when he first started.

The frequency of low dribbling was very important, because with a low center of gravity, enough frequency could support more complex actions like crossovers.

"Pa!"

Little Lion once again stole Tang Tian's dribble.

Tang Tian shook his head helplessly. The blue skill level was still too low, and his basic training was almost at its limit.

To go further, he could only continue to accumulate krypton gold value.

Just then, Olsen came down from upstairs.

Entering March, the winter in New Orleans was coming to an end, and she was wearing less clothing, revealing her figure.

She didn't have much to do at home now, spending most of her time with Little Lion or working out, and she was in very good shape.

Tang Tian saw her coming down, put down the basketball, and went over to kiss her.

"Honey, I contacted Scott."

Olsen then said.

Tang Tian was a little surprised when he heard that. Olsen hadn't mentioned this to him before.

But it was understandable. Olsen had ambitions, and the matter between her and her two sisters hadn't been resolved yet.

The success of a movie was still a big gap compared to a sister with a net worth of billions.

"And then?"

"He said he doesn't have any movie plans recently. If he does, he'll contact me as soon as possible."

Olsen said with some disappointment.

Scott was already an accomplished old director. After the great success of *The Martian*, he did need time to rest.

And without a good script, he couldn't muster the energy.

Scott didn't have any new scripts he could use, but when Olsen said that, he did think of someone.

When Scott invited him to dinner before, there was a guy named David Yates, who was the director of the *Harry Potter* series.

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