The three-point line is really too close

Chapter 6 "Steel Cannon" "Little Potato" and "Wolf King"

"Pfft hahaha!"

A burst of laughter came from behind the two of them.

Zhang Bolong turned his head and saw that he was an acquaintance.

Looking down again, he turned out to be an acquaintance.

"Steel Cannon" Kyle Lowry and "Little Potato" Nate Robinson.

One is the league's dunk king in the future, and the other is the No.1 in Toronto Raptors' team history.

Lowry, Chinese fans are very familiar with him. In his previous life, he was a backup point guard for the Rockets. He later became a six-time All-Star player in Toronto and was also selected to the league's best team.

As for Little Tudou, he is the only player in the NBA who has been crowned the slam dunk champion three times.Although this guy made the slam dunk contest very boring, one dunk can last forever...

But it is undeniable that this man who is close to the limit of human jumping can jump really high.

"Hello, future All-Star Kyle and Dunk King Mr. Nate." Zhang Bolong took the initiative to say hello.

"It's a dragon! I've seen your highlights in the CBA, that's really cool. I'm sorry to hear the news of your injury. Are you okay?" Lowry first raised his voice and then lowered it, feeling a little depressed.

"Hmm, I think it should be all right."

"You know us?" Nate Robinson was startled, and when he heard Zhang Bolong calling him that, he said cheerfully, "That's right, it's me, Slam Dunk King! You have a good eye!"

As he said that, his unscrupulous big mouth said again: "I know you too, the injured 'Huaxia Dragon', the scrapped little pitiful one. I heard that you could jump as high as me. I wonder if it's true? "

"Do you mean as high as you jump, or... as high as you?" Zhang Bolong raised his eyebrows and gestured with his hand, "So you should only be able to see my taillights, but now, you can finally smell them. It's my exhaust."

To praise you is that we Chinese people are polite and respectful, don't think that you are so careless about black people.

When others do not respect his habits, Zhang Bolong will not continue to be used to them.

Who will be the master to whom?

"Hey you bastard," Little Tudou looked eager to try, "I can't wait to ride you cripple, you don't have Yao's humility..."

"Calm down, we are all friends!"

Compared with Nate Robinson, who is on point, Lowry is like a good boy with good character and learning, practical and stable.

"When you are imprisoned by me, I will allow you to humbly kiss my toes." Zhang Bolong smiled at Lowry, but directly launched his own counterattack.

"Ride on me? Huh? Can you still jump?"

"Riding buckle you, do you still need to jump? Huh?"

……

Soon, the lights of the theater dimmed, and the atmosphere gradually became quiet.

"How did you come here, back to the furnace? It's a pity that your potential has been lost for another year."

"Tch, I'm a Knicks player. It's very convenient to come here to join in the fun. And you, don't know where you can go." Robinson gave Zhang Bolong a blank look, "I'm here to accompany my good brother in the draft, Kyle The current draft pick is even higher than you."

"Of course. In my eyes, Kyle is the best point guard in this draft."

Lori's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he kept saying thank you.

"What about me?" Robinson asked.

"You were the lowest guard in the last draft class."

"Hey! What about you?"

"Me? That's the best player, of course. Don't be shy about admitting it, Nate, you're here to see the new king of the league ascend."

"I said Long, haven't you realized that you are likely to be an undrafted pick?"

"If it is true that no team chooses me, then all scouts in the NBA should be laid off." Zhang Bolong smiled crookedly, "Besides, this will be the NBA's loss, not mine."

"You... ok ok, Long, I admit that I can't say no to you, maybe even when 'Big Bird' comes, but I'll let you experience how good I am in the arena, and I won't show mercy."

Under Zhang Bolong's verbal swords, Little Tudou frequently broke the defense, and Lowry was also holding back a smile, as if it was a very pleasant thing to see the talkative Little Tudou deflated.

Following a burst of gags, verbal wars, and falling in love with each other, the three gradually became familiar with each other, and the atmosphere gradually became harmonious.

Behind the three, Freeman stood up silently.

Although the contract has already been negotiated, there are still issues such as the status of the team and playing time, and he needs to communicate further with the team.

This can avoid many troubles that Zhang Bolong may encounter.

Hearing what the three of them said, a smile crept onto his face.Freeman had a hunch that his small client should have a wonderful future.

"Hey Nate, you're there."

Suddenly, a soft call came from the side.

The three turned their heads, but saw nothing until they found the white teeth.

"Kevin? Why are you here!"

Seeing this person in front of him, Zhang Bolong was also taken aback.

It's so dark!

But also really handsome.

"Wolf King" Kevin Garnett, the regular season MVP two years ago, one of the best players in the league!

"I was going to slip away, but when I got to the door, I heard you guys yelling - hello, are you from Huaxia?"

"Well, yes, Kevin." Zhang Bolong nodded, "I am the 'Dragon of China', 'the basketball emperor with both skill and handsomeness,' the ruler of the NBA in the future', 'Nate Robinson and Kyle Lowry's lifelong boss', Zhang Bolong. Nice to meet you."

"Uh……"

Garnett was a little stunned, but Little Potato reacted quickly:

"Since when did you become our boss?"

"You don't agree?"

"I'm not too dissatisfied..."

As if anticipating Zhang Bolong's backlash, Robinson quickly re-introduced Garnett: "Dragon is the hottest rookie of the year, you should have seen it—oh, I forgot you were playing in the Western Conference Finals. Later, he injured his Achilles tendon, so I don’t know if he can be selected, but I suggest that you can discuss with your management and select him.”

After finishing speaking, Little Tudou added: "He is worth the price for the trash talk alone—and this, my old friend Kyle, is also a rookie this year,"

"Haha, then I wish you a speedy recovery. I look forward to playing against you in the future, guys," Garnett held out his hand, "I wish you a smooth entry into the NBA."

"Thank you, one of the best power forwards in the NBA." Zhang Bolong responded.

Garnett scratched his head. "I think I'd be happier if you could remove one of them. Though Tim and Dirk—"

"No no no, I mean, because I'm not sure if I'm going to play power forward in the future, so, uh huh."

Garnett glanced at Robinson and Lowry, seeing the two laughing, he decided not to provoke this man with iron teeth and copper teeth.

"Aren't you going to stay a little longer, Kevin?"

Seeing Garnett preparing to leave, Robinson asked.

"No, the target of the management has been selected, so I won't watch the draft."

"Are you afraid of being abused by Dirk? Now another little Dirk is coming." Robinson laughed.

Before Garnett could say anything, Zhang Bolong spoke first: "What little Dirk, the gap between him and Dirk is bigger than the gap between Dirks and Dirk."

Garnett laughed wildly when he heard the words, and motioned to Robinson: "You can give him my contact information."

After speaking, he left the venue.

On the other side, a beautiful blonde reporter stepped forward and sat in the empty seat beside the two.

"Hi, Nate, Kyle, hello, Long. I'm ESPN sports reporter, Russell Trieste. First of all, I'm sorry you suffered such an injury. I want to make some comments on the rookies, and I wonder if you would like to accept our interview."

"It's ok, this guy's eloquence is inferior to the NBA." Before Zhang Bolong could say anything, Little Tudou sold him first, "He just said that Bargnani and Dirk—"

"Ahem," Zhang Bolong hurriedly interrupted after hearing that Little Tudou almost exposed himself.

You can talk about it in normal times, but how can you fall into the shoes of others in formal occasions.

People abroad, of course, represent China as a whole. Zhang Bolong is a young man with a sense of collective honor.

"I mean, Bargnani is going to be the No. [-] pick this year, and Adam, they're both good."

After finishing speaking, he gave Robinson a look, "See, this is called 'emotional intelligence'."

"Then may I ask," Trieste asked again, "Who do you think will be the best rookie of the year?"

"Oh, it must be me, without a doubt."

……

(End of this chapter)