This point guard is great

Chapter 59 There is no one who can fight

The Chicago Bulls in the 2001 season, a stock exchange and museum opened in the NBA league.

Whether you want to see Jordan's personal honor exhibition or want to know which insider has appreciated again, the Bulls management can meet your needs. As long as you don't play basketball, the Bulls are still good friends with everyone in this year.

So if you want to ask who the head star of the Bulls is, I can only answer you, it can be Artest.

As for who the Bulls can play the most right now, it's a pity that there is no one who can play. Note that Artest, who is currently in the rookie development stage, can be included in it. The Bulls have no one who can play.

Last season, the main players were Ron Moser, Ron Artest, Marcus Fitzer, and the captain Brand and Trenton who had run away from home. They were the starting five of the Bulls last year.

The water is gone, ah no, I have said so many structures.

I want to say.

First of all, the Bulls lineup is really weak these years, and second, even this time, they are not a strong enemy that Mahon and his group of youth can face head-on. What's more, Artest, who has intermittent wits, has found himself a center to replace the captain, and that is Eddie Curry.

Artest's ideal form is to promote a battle between new and old players, and then use this battle to regain his status. The plan is good...

only.

Artest staggered and walked into the arena with Doflamingo's steps.

On the left is Crawford, on the right is Moser, and Greg Anthony is behind him. Even though two old buddies are no longer there, but thinking about Eddie Robinson, Jamal, and younger brother Eddie Curry who came here before, Taizi thinks he is still strong.

It's just that Taizi didn't know at this time that the advance team he sent over had already beaten dogs with meat buns and never returned.

Entering the stadium, Cartwright was organizing the players to practice and recover, especially Jamal and Eddie Curry. They were seriously overweight. If they didn’t lose weight, they might not even have to watch the drinking fountains.

Mahon squatted alone and dribbled the ball. On the left and right were Kevin Ollie and Watson.

Three strange figures came in and were immediately saluted by the audience.

Artest and Moser, who walked in, were still able to hold on. Greg and Crawford's legs were weak. How could this be different from what was agreed?

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Coach Wright hates Artest now, even more than he hated Mahon two months ago.

"Coach Wright, I'm sorry, we came a little late, so we shouldn't have delayed training." The words were polite, but with Artest's face, well, it would be no problem to call the police and arrest people in a dark and windy scene for a month.

Constantly hypnotizing himself as a professional coach, Wright saw that there was no response from Mahon, and pointed to the locker room on one side: "Hurry up and change your clothes for training. The regular season is about to start. Don't just rely on yourself as the starter last season. You can do whatever you want. If you don't train hard, you will be eliminated at any time."

"Oh? Eliminate me? Are you counting on those kids who haven't even been to the regular competition?"

After a wave of ridicule, Artest directly filled the anger points of the team members here, and Ma Hong was also quite surprised. Don't mention this grandson, he is really talented as an MT.

Coach Wright's lips trembled from anger: "What's your attitude, change your clothes, and run 50 laps!"

Shrugging his shoulders, Artest didn't take Coach Wright seriously at all: "Coach, anyone can talk on paper, but the game depends on strength!"

Before Coach Wright asked the out-of-style words of "What do you mean?", Mahon stepped up and patted Coach Wright, signaling him to be calm. Cartwright is a nice guy, but he is a little slow to respond.

"Draw the way, Taizi." Ma Hong came up without talking nonsense.

"It's still Ma Hong who has the vision. Look how good it is. It's simple and direct." Taizi clapped his hands and called out the pronunciation of Ma Hong's name accurately: "Come to an intra-team match. You can help our old players recover, and we can also teach you rookies who have never been on the battlefield a lesson!"

Artest kept talking like this, and instantly offended the rookies present.

Even Eddie Curry was upset. Although they also knew that being king in the preseason was not a hero, but at least, this was a three-game winning streak thanks to the Bulls' current rookie.
Ma Hong didn't say anything, just looking at Artest, he felt that the brain circuits of this group of big blacks were indeed unpredictable.

The threat of jail can't hold you down?
Although probation bills are subject to probation, it is a real illegal act, and with the pissing nature of the United States, this kind of deception of the bank occurs, and everyone who can make trouble with those devils in uniforms knows that Taizi owes money and refuses to pay.

Being looked at is a bit hairy, and he is also guilty of owing money, but who is Taizi, that is the type that the more difficult it is, the more he wants to go: "Cough, cough, Ma Hong, if you think we are bullying you, then you can choose two old players to join your side."

Facing the questioning faces of Crawford and Greg, Artest said that you are calm, don't you know what it means to work without effort.

"That's not necessary, but I just want to ask, are you sure you can find five people?"

When Ma Hong asked such a question, there was some embarrassment at the scene.

What are you talking about, MD?

Last year, I was the second child on the team, and the boss was just traded. If you tell me that you can't get enough people, who will be eliminated?

See, man, there are only three behind me!
Artest began to scan, and then looked at Eddie Curry, who was trying to stuff his fat into a stool seat. Nozui, Eddie Curry did not move, Artest nozui again, Eddie Curry still did not move.

As if when he was an ostrich, his fat head would not get up when he lowered his head.

Looking at Marcus who didn't look at him, Artest had a feeling that he was going to die.

But who is he? If Artest is willing to give up at this time, can he wander from Chicago to Baomidi and then roll the ball all the way to Sacramento.

It's okay to be discordant, and you can catch ducks on the shelves!

As witty as Artest, he will never wait, and will never embarrass himself: "We are three on three, bullfighting!"

Even Oakley, the team's current boss in the locker room, can't stand it anymore. It's not surprising that you Taizi made trouble, but it's a bit embarrassing for you. An old player plays a rookie and even plays a half-court 3V3?

What was even more amazing was that Ma Hong actually nodded his head: "That's fine, but, just play ball, don't you want to win?"

Just in case you didn't mention this, Artest said with a grim face: "Or don't bet, bet, I'll bet all of you, Ma Hong, we'll bet 200 million, if you lose, I'll get your salary this year!"

Without further ado, Ma Hong took out the check book: "That's not necessary, but you won't use promissory notes as money again?"

What the hell are you!

(End of this chapter)