"James, your rhythm is fantastic. You have a special talent that pulls your opponents into your tempo. That's an ability to control the game, which is outstanding."
George Gervin offered his assessment.
Chen Yu and the others all looked at him.
'Pulling opponents into your tempo, controlling the game... are you sure you're listening to yourself right now?'
Compared to these so-called talents and abilities, Chen Yu was more inclined to believe Harden's bizarre rhythm was simply a result of his own lack of stamina.
But he had hit the golden buzzer, and the rules were the rules, so no one could really object.
The golden buzzer was meant for finding hidden gems, after all.
It would be great if he really had talent, but even if he didn't, it wouldn't change anything.
Just then, Chen Yu suddenly sensed that something was wrong with Harden.
He was so excited about the golden buzzer that his chest was now heaving a little too violently.
