NBA backer king

Chapter 327 In front of you, I am the father
"Hey, Mr. Jordan, we meet again." When he entered, the other three had already arrived, so he greeted first.

"Old K, your team is finished." Jordan said with a dull expression.

Although the Suns have left two main players, his own team reinforcements have not been carried out smoothly, so he is not in a good mood.

"That's the management's business. It all depends on the opportunity. We just play hard." Lao Wang said with a smile.

Jordan also nodded. He has been like this since he entered the league. He has been waiting in the previous seasons, throughout the 80s, and after entering the peak period.

"Hey, Shaq, there are media reports, are you planning to practice more this offseason? Are you planning to practice more to make it bigger?" Lao Wang asked.

"Nonsense, I'm going to lose weight, I want to lose fat and gain muscle. Six kilograms, I want to lose six kilograms of fat and turn them into muscles. I want to fly on your head and play ball." O'Neill aired.

Old Wang laughed, and took it as a joke.

But if O'Neill really did it, it would be a more terrifying behemoth, enough to pose a great threat to him.

"Hey, Mr. Ewing." Lao Wang greeted Ewing again.

There is a conflict between the two sides, but that is already a rookie season. After more than two years, the conflict has long since faded away.

"Hello, old K."

Ewing nodded, and suddenly asked, "When will your New York branch of the K Martial Art Museum open?"

"The second of next month."

Old Wang replied and asked, "Why, do you want to join?"

Jordan and Ewing are old friends, and the grievances and hatred between the two sides have begun since the NCAA.

In 82, North Carolina led by Jordan defeated Georgetown University led by Ewing in the final and won the championship. Jordan even completed a lore.

However, he and Ewing have a very good relationship, just like Barkley, when he heard Ewing asking about K martial arts, he immediately thought of Ewing's injury, and said, "Patrick, you can try it. Charles said it was good."

Ewing asked, "What about you?"

Jordan shook his head and said, "Now I only use medicinal baths, and the time is not long, and there is no obvious effect. But every time I use it, the recovery from fatigue after training will be faster, and it does have some effect on the recovery of physical fitness."

Speaking of this, he said to Lao Wang dissatisfied: "Old K, when will the massage therapist I want arrive? You just opened a branch in Los Angeles, why don't you assign one to me?"

"Soon, I have transferred a group of brothers from China. They will go to Los Angeles today and New York tomorrow. I will arrange for you. Your agent should be notified immediately." Old Wang explained.

"I didn't arrange mine either, don't forget me." O'Neill shouted quickly.

"Don't worry, as long as you have applied, we will arrange it this time. Someone will come later. Don't worry, our country doesn't have many other people, and we have enough people. One can match ten, as long as you are willing to pay." Lao Wang laughed.

At this time, Ewing said that he would also join the K martial arts gym, and Lao Wang asked him to go to the branch gym to complete the formalities on the second day, and join in the fun by the way.

When the time came, the four of them followed the official staff to the stadium.

When going out, Jordan instinctively wanted to walk in the front, but Lao Wang strode past him, and he quickly trotted two steps, and passed again.

"What are you doing?" Old Wang said angrily.

"Boy, do you know how to respect the elders? Don't walk in front of the seniors. This is the most basic etiquette." Jordan shook his head and said.

"Old guy, hurry up, don't block my way. Hurry up, hurry up, don't you hear me? Hurry up, you're walking too slowly..." Old Wang strode to keep up, and kept urging.

"You bloody boy!"

Jordan was forced to trot a few steps in front, feeling that it was too shameful, and moved away with a headache.

"hey-hey……"

Pharaoh walked in the front with satisfaction.

"These two guys have been fighting from the finals to the end of the court, and there is no end!"

"You have to be the first to walk, I really convinced them."

Behind O'Neill, Ewing, and several staff members looked at each other in blank dismay.

……

At Madison Square Garden, sixty or seventy of the most talented young people are gathering together. The general managers of almost all teams are here, and many media are also present.

"God, I finally saw Jordan, I fell in love with basketball because of him."

"I fell in love with basketball because of the money."

"Oh, old K, the pioneer of the giant beast style, I really can't imagine what it will be like to face him in the future? His back attack is too terrifying!"

"O'Neill is getting fatter and fatter. Why is he as flexible as a shark when he is so fat?"

"King Kong still looks so ugly and indifferent, why doesn't he talk to us?"

The four arrived at the scene and began to greet the young people, causing a group of young people to shout and shout.

"Oh, old K, this guy, I will be like him in the future and dominate the villain list." Rasheed Wallace said enviously.

"Wow, Mr. 50 points per game in the finals, I will be like him in the future." Kevin Garnett next to him said excitedly.

"You? You're a high school student, so go suck your pacifier. The NBA is our adult world." Rasheed Wallace said disdainfully.

"What did you say?"

Kevin Garnett's eyes widened. He was invincible. I, Kevin Garnett, the No. [-] high school student in the United States, will become the king of iron and blood like old K in the future. Am I a milk egg with a pacifier?
"Why, are you not convinced?" Rasheed Wallace growled.

"So what if you don't accept it, do you dare to do it?"

Kevin Garnett twitched his face, puffed out his chest in disbelief, and took a step back while shouting.

"Two idiots!"

There were several younger young people standing behind, and one of them, a black-haired boy with a shaggy head, shouted disdainfully.

This young man is called Kobe Bryant. He is a high school student like Kevin Garnett. He is a fearless person with a strong competitive spirit.

"That's it." Marbury next to him agreed.

Almost all of them are people who will participate in the election next year, as well as Iverson, Ray Allen, Camby, Jermaine O'Neal, Nash and so on.

The quarrel between Kevin Garnett and Rasheed Wallace attracted the attention of the scene, and Wang Tiejun and Jordan also looked over.

"Hey, Rasheed, what are you talking about?" Jordan came over and asked.

He knew Rasheed Wallace, this is his North Carolina junior, he is very famous in his alma mater, and he himself went back to his alma mater to watch Wallace's game.

"No, nothing."

Rasheed Wallace faltered, facing Jordan, a god-like alumnus, immediately put away his fiery temper.

And Kevin Garnett's performance is also mediocre, hesitating and hawing and unable to say a complete sentence.

"If you have an opinion, you can single it out, and let's have a good time." Old Wang said with a smile.

"Old K, can you teach us the low post technique?"

Rasheed Wallace is very courageous, and he wanted to learn the most critical core technology from Lao Wang when he came up. As soon as he said it, Lao Wang also had to admire his thick skin. Such a person should have a bright future. If you are shameless, you will be invincible in the world.

Others looked over immediately, including Jordan and the others.

The league now has to customize rules to limit the old K, and what the old K is most powerful, of course, is his back-hitting technique, that magical force technique, most people here want to learn that technique, including Jordan and O'Neal.

Old Wang laughed and said, "Do you all want to learn?"

"think."

Except for a small, speedy point guard like Iverson, his post-up skills are of no use to them. The other young people immediately yelled, including Kobe and Marbury.

Jordan, O'Neal, and Ewing were surprised. Is old K really willing to teach?Then they have to pay attention, this is a rare opportunity to steal a teacher.

The media reporters at the scene were also excited, and the cameras were all aimed at Lao Wang.

At this time, Lao Wang laughed and said: "The most important technique of my back punching is the force technique, and the force technique comes from the traditional martial arts in China. Traditional martial arts is a culture accumulated in our country for thousands of years. You can learn it if you want to. You have to worship the master.

Note that it is the teacher's teacher and the father's father.The so-called teacher for one day and father for life, if you want to worship me as master, then... haha... in front of you, I will be your father. "

"That bastard!"

Jordan heard it clearly, and scolded angrily: "If you don't teach, you won't teach. If you dare to play us, you should go up and beat him up."

"Uh-huh!"

O'Neal and Ewing nodded at the same time.

"cut!"

A large group of young people who wanted to learn back-to-back skills were suddenly stunned. Who could bear to learn such a skill without having to recognize a father?
"mean!"

Kobe grumbled dissatisfiedly, and said angrily: "When I enter the league, I will beat him up."

"I'm going to break his ankle." Marbury next to him was also dissatisfied.

The voices of these two boys are not low, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and they did not stop talking.

"Hey, you two come out, I want to see, why do you have such confidence, do you rely on your talent?" Lao Wang heard this, and hooked his fingers at the two of them.

The two looked at each other and stood up at the same time.

"And I."

Allen Iverson, who has never spoken, also stood up.

Old Wang looked at the three of them, and said to Iverson who stood up last: "Allen Iverson, I know your name, it's none of your business, why are you standing up? You want to blow me up too?"

"My idol is Michael, and I grew up watching him play."

Iverson glanced at Jordan next to Lao Wang, and said: "The Suns defeated the Bulls in the finals twice, but I don't agree with you. You just won him by relying on the lineup. In terms of personal ability..."

Speaking of this, he, who was not good at talking, was a little bit speechless.

Although he was dissatisfied with Lao Wang, he didn't want to lie, because Lao K's statistics were there. He averaged 50 points per game in the finals. He couldn't say that Lao K was inferior to Jordan in terms of personal strength.

Old Wang smiled. He was not interested in arguing with a bunch of kids about who was better than Jordan. Everyone was in a different position, and there was no comparison in terms of personal abilities.

"What about you, boy, what's your name, why do you want to break my ankle? Is it because I don't teach you back-hitting skills?" He stretched his chin at Marbury.

"My name is Stephen Marbury, a New Yorker from Brooklyn, just a block away from Chinatown in Manhattan."

Marbury's eyes flashed with unruly eyes. After talking about his identity, he poked his neck and said: "No reason, challenging the seniors is what our juniors should do. Otherwise, will there be a day for us?"

These words are too blunt, almost saying, hey, old K, I want to step on you to the top.

"Well said, Stephen."

Many young people cheered loudly.

Marbury smiled proudly at everyone.

Old Wang was taken aback, what did he say, the back waves of the Yangtze River pushed the front waves, and the front waves died on the beach. I'm only 22 years old, and I'm about to be shot to death on the beach?
"What about you?"

He raised his chin at Kobe again, and seeing that the kid didn't even have any fluff on his mouth, he asked, "What's your name, how old are you, have you graduated from junior high school? You still wear diapers?"

"Ha ha……"

There was loud laughter at the scene, and Jordan and others couldn't help laughing.

"Who's wearing a diaper? My name is Kobe, Kobe Bryant..."

Kobe was so angry that he jumped up. There are still a lot of media here. He was a little anxious and shouted: "I will be 17 soon, and I have finished my third year of high school. I plan to participate in next year's draft after my senior year of high school."

"Oh, so I'm 16 now, and I'm not yet a grown-up, little brat, you want to beat me up for wearing diapers? Sure enough, people who wear diapers can't be messed with." Old Wang laughed.

Being called for a diaper again and again, Kobe was so angry that his face was flushed, he kept jumping, and immediately shouted that he would fight Lao Wang one-on-one.

Old Wang laughed loudly and said, "You'd better fight Jordan one-on-one, beat him up, you can do it."

Kobe's eyes lit up. Jordan was his idol. The feeling of blowing up his idol really made him extremely excited in an instant, and his adrenaline was bursting.

Unexpectedly, Jordan gave Old Wang a disgusted look and said, "They make trouble for you, why should I settle it for you?"

After a few mouthfuls, Jordan finally ended up playing with these young people.

"I'll go first." Kobe shouted excitedly.

"Come on, kid, use all your abilities." One step from the three-point line, Jordan leaned down, his sharp eyes fixed on Kobe.

Being stared at by those eyes, Kobe couldn't help feeling nervous for a while.

"Blow him up, Kobe, beat him up, next year you will be the No.

Kobe really believed it, so excited that his eyebrows jumped up.

"Snapped!"

At this moment, Jordan went up, stretched his arm, and broke Kobe's ball.

"Haha..." Old Wang and the others burst out laughing.

"..."

Kobe was confused, where is my ball?
"Diaper, you are still too tender now, I can easily grind out your water." Jordan made a grabbing motion, quoting the nickname that Lao Wang gave Kobe.

Kobe's face turned red, and he said unconvinced: "Again, I didn't pay attention just now."

"Kobe, if you lose, you lose. Don't make excuses, because in a game, you only win or lose." Old Wang said in a lesson-oriented tone.

"It's only one ball, and I haven't lost yet." Kobe said still unconvinced.

"Now it's my turn." Jordan nodded and stepped beyond the three-point line.

"bring it on."

Kobe walked across from Jordan, leaned over, and got ready to defend.

Jordan smiled, turned around, and began to hit Kobe with his back. He didn't even have a dribble, and suddenly turned around and shot a fallback jumper.

"brush!"

The ball goes through the basket.

"Little guy, my grandma moves faster than you." Jordan teased.

"Come again."

Kobe's persistence and competitiveness came up, and he waved and shouted at Jordan.

However, he met a more persistent and competitive Jordan than him. Jordan had just lost the finals, and he was very angry. Facing Kobe, a little guy who was not even a rookie, he didn't hold back at all.

"It's me instead." Marbury eagerly said.

But the result of his playing is the same. Jordan is now at his peak. Playing him is as easy as playing Kobe. After hitting a few balls, he is also blasted to pieces.

"One more, this is the last one." Jordan raised his left index finger and shouted holding the ball.

"I come."

"I."

Almost all young people raised their hands.

Any one of them is a genius that the United States pays attention to. Even if they face Jordan, they are full of self-confidence. Although Jordan beat Marbury and Kobe, it does not prevent them from wanting to beat Jordan. Now there is only one chance, so everyone wants to single out Jordan.

"Iverson, you go." It was not Jordan who spoke, but Lao Wang.

This young man who was almost the shortest in the audience was a little shorter than the 16-year-old Kobe, but he looked the most proud. He wanted to see what kind of pride this young man had.

"I want to fight you one-on-one and blow you up."

How do you know, Iverson said a word, almost pissed Lao Wang to death.

"Me too." Kobe stood up again.

Marbury didn't stand up this time. He was abused by Jordan just once, and his confidence is still recovering.

"These rookies who haven't even grown their hair yet are all crazy!" Old Wang cursed secretly, and stretched out his hand to Jordan.

"Snapped!"

Jordan shook his hand and gave him the ball. He caught the ball, hooked his fingers towards Iverson, and said, "Come on."

Said throwing the ball in the past.

Iverson caught the ball in his hand, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)