Soul of the Golden State

Chapter 180
"My dear, can you really believe that West is a first-year rookie? What's more frightening is that he just turned 20, with 61 points. How many people in the entire NBA have a higher single-game scoring record than him?"

"Yeah, it is indeed enough to record a game in history. It can be said that this is the best performance of his rookie season. It is estimated that he has not done it before, and it is impossible to have it in the future!"

"Adam, you are still too conservative. Look at the Supersonics. Chambers and Ellis can't beat West with two [-] plus points. Let me see, let alone rookies, so what about other stars? ? It can’t compare to West!”

"Matt, your words are a bit too high-profile! It is easy to cause misunderstanding!"

On Stanford's basketball court, Adam and Matt had just finished playing and were sitting on the sidelines drinking water, chatting and farting.

The holiday time of various universities in the United States is actually not the same. They each have their own systems. The common ones are semester system, quarter system, trimester system and so on.

However, Stanford adopts the quarter system, which divides the academic year into four semesters. Each semester is about 10 weeks, divided into autumn, winter, spring, and summer. The total teaching time is about 30 weeks.

After Christmas, at the beginning of January, Stanford resumed school, and Adam and Matthew also entered the intense study life.

Students from prestigious schools like theirs naturally had heavy schoolwork.

As for the Warriors' game on Friday, because they have classes in the afternoon, they have no chance to go to Oakland to watch it live, and they can only watch it on TV.

However, after reading it, the two regretted it. They knew that Li Weisi would be like this, and they should have skipped class.

If you fail the class, you can retake it, but if you miss this record of Li Weisi, it will be a lifetime thing.

"Fart! Michael is the best, and that fellow West is far behind!" Sure enough, Matt's remarks unsurprisingly caused controversy.

"Come on, White, how many points did Jordan score last night? I remember 49 correctly, right? Didn't the team still lose?" Matt retorted in the face of doubts.

"You fart!" the black man named White yelled angrily, "That's West holding his thigh. Michael doesn't have an MVP teammate like Malone to help him grab rebounds!"

"Come on, still grabbing rebounds? What was West's shooting percentage last night? He made 28 of 20 shots, 14 of 11 three-pointers, 10 of 10 free throws, and his shooting percentage was more than 70%. He only hit a few irons ?
Oh, I forgot, you Jordan is the master of making rebounds, right?How many shots did you miss last night?Yes, 16!The number of shots is so much higher than that of West, but he didn't even score 50 points. What a scumbag! "Matt replied mercilessly.

Now White was even more angry, his pectoralis major muscles rose and fell violently, and his breathing became short of breath.

In fact, Jordan's shooting rate is really not low. He made 35 of 19 shots last night, and his shooting rate exceeded [-]%. It's just that Li Weisi's shooting rate is too abnormal, which makes Jordan look like a brush.

"Shut up, the real boss is Waiters. Michael averaged 37 points per game this season, but what about West? Only in his early 20s. How can he compare with Michael?" He didn't even hit the ball, and came to Matt and Adam and said.

"West is a brush? What did he brush? Hit rate? I laughed so hard.

Do you know anything about ball?West is the team's point guard. He only steps up to score when the team needs it. More often, he wants to organize. Otherwise, how do you think the average of 10 assists per game comes from?Do you think everyone is the same as Jordan's domineering one?The style of play simply hurt the team! "

Seeing the two of them quarreling more and more intensely, the people around became more excited and gathered around one after another, but no one persuaded them to fight.

Just kidding, everyone is playing basketball, who wants to miss such a wonderful melon?
"West is a thigh pendant!"

"Michael is the cancer of the team!"

"Michael can win the All-Star vote this year!"

"So what? Isn't the team still not even in the top four in the Eastern Conference?"

"..."

Seeing that the two of them were about to be dissatisfied with talking, Adam at the side finally pulled Ramat and persuaded in a low voice: "It's almost enough, Matt, don't make trouble!"

"Cause the trouble? Who caused the trouble? I think this guy is the trouble? He doesn't know which university West is from? Let me tell you, if you don't want to be a Stanford guy, you can spread it everywhere!" Matt began to say Explain to Adam, but as he spoke, his tone rushed towards that White again.

Matt’s words awakened the melon-eaters present. That’s right, this West is his senior and a native of Jinzhou, so he should support his family no matter what!This butt can't sit crooked.

"Huh, Matt, you're doing well, remember!" White obviously felt that something was wrong with the surrounding atmosphere, especially the eyes of the people he played with. Several friends left.

"Tch, this Illinois farmer doesn't even look at where this place is, how dare he be so arrogant!" Looking at White's dingy back, Matt couldn't help but spit.

"Say less, Matt!" Seeing Matt's arrogant appearance, Adam still couldn't help persuading him.

"It's okay, I just can't get used to the face of his Jordan fans, every day I think that only my own star is a god, and other stars are rubbish!" Matt curled his lips.

In the end, the farce ended in a bad mood, and Adam and Matt, who were already resting, lost the interest to continue playing at this time, so they packed up, picked up their coats and left the court.

On the way back to the dormitory, the two calmed down the excitement just now.

"By the way, Adam, the official fan support group of West that we signed up for before, is it reliable or not? Why have I never heard of such a thing?"

"It should be true. I asked my sister to ask about this. West said that he seemed to know about this, but it was the Warriors boss who made it up. He didn't know the details."

"Good guy, he doesn't even know his own official fan group, so is this still official?"

"It should be counted. After all, the initiator is the boss of the Warriors. How can it be considered official?" Adam said in an uncertain tone.

"In my opinion, that boss just wants to make money! What a profiteer!" Matt said dissatisfied, but from the beginning to the end, he never said that he wanted to quit the official fan club.

The two came to the door of the dormitory building and were about to go up, when someone stopped him.

"Adam!"

"Sister? Why are you here?" Adam turned his head and saw the person who stopped him. Wasn't that beautiful figure who bullied him since he was a child?
(End of this chapter)