Nba: I Really Didn't Come To Fight!

Chapter 4087 He Is Talking Trash At You? Then What Are You Doing Riding A Horse!

"Lin, I still don't understand why you took this job. It's very boring." In the arena in Philadelphia, Iverson was sitting next to Lin Zhan, yawning boredly. The big gold watch on the chain obviously did not obey Stern's "package restriction order" at all, and still went its own way.

"It's boring because he didn't look for me before, but he found me this year. Can he be boring? Alan, I promise to meet today...teaching...well, whatever his name is, I promise for a while It will be very interesting."

"I believe you." Iverson picked up the phone and began to press it non-stop: "I'm molesting Kobe, he lost to us twice in a row, I'm afraid he hasn't slept well this summer!"

After Lin Zhan and Iverson chatted together for a while, there was a sudden noise in the player tunnel, and a chubby league official was talking enthusiastically: "This is the Wachovia Arena, this One of the best arenas in the league, can seat 19,312 people, built in..."

He introduced it with great interest, but the group of dozens of rookies obviously didn't listen to his wordy thoughts, chatting non-stop, and no one listened to him.

"Look, that's it!"

"And Iverson!"

"It's them!"

The rookies then spotted Lin Zhan and Iverson, and a group of people immediately left the official behind and walked towards Lin Zhan.

"Good afternoon boys, I think you know what we're doing here"]]. Lin Zhan waved his hand with a smile and said, "I heard that I am very popular? Do you all like me?"

"To be exact, we all want to beat you! I think I can beat you right now, if you have the guts to fight with me." The person who spoke was a man with dead fish eyes and a very unbeatable expression. Guy, Lin Zhan recognized this unscrupulous guy at a glance, this year's No. 2 pick, Michael Beasley.

"One-on-one with me? Are you worthy of trash? I was able to beat your shit out when I was 7 years old, so you can only go home crying and complain to your mother! Do you know why you can only find your mother? Because You idiot must not have a daddy! You can see how ugly your mother is just by looking at your doggy face. Your daddy must have run away nine months before you were born! After all, no one can stand your mother who exceeds one night!"

Lin Zhan opened his mouth to talk a bunch of trash, and Beasley was stunned when he sprayed it, and the official of the alliance was also stunned. Only Everser smiled and applauded: "I finally know why today is so interesting!"

"Lin, the president didn't mean that you should talk to the rookies, he meant..."

"He didn't stipulate what I can say and what I can't say, so I think what he means is that I can say anything. If you have an opinion, you can go out and wait, but if you want to listen, you'd better keep quiet, OK? "

The official was quiet, he was frightened by Lin Zhan's expression, maybe thinking of Lin Zhan's tough 'record' he shut his mouth wisely.

Lin Zhan continued to look at Beasley: "Michael Beasley, the second pick in the first round, right?"

Seeing Beasley nodded, Lin Zhan said: "If I were you, after someone sprayed me with such a lot of dirty words just now, guess what I would do?"

"Complain to the referee?"

"You're a fucking genius." Lin Zhan almost couldn't be spit out by Beasley's laughter. How could this guy who looks like a 258,000-year-old man say such a childlike sentence? regulation?

"." If it were me, I wouldn't say a word to him. " Lin Zhan showed his fist and said: "I will beat him until his mother doesn't know me, and then every time he sees me in the future, he will be thicker than me!"

Beasley immediately showed a wide-eyed, so-ga expression, and nodded.

"Derrick Rose, this year's No. 1 pick?" Lin Zhan frightened Beasley, and turned his attention to Rose again.

Ross was much more restrained than Beasley, so he nodded lightly.

Lin Zhan said: "Then the question is, what should you do if you meet Chauncey Billups or Baron Davis and they elbow your waist while attacking?"

"Don't even know the fuck?" Rose tentatively said (Qian's) and gave his own answer.

"Wrong! Big mistake!" Lin Zhan shook his fingers and said, "Michael can do this because he is 205 centimeters and 97 kilograms in weight. If you do this, you will be beaten. Mom won't even know it. Unless you Think you can play better than Baron Davis."

"If I were you, I would aim at that guy's nose in the next round, and then make his nose the same as his cock during the layup, and it won't stand up for the rest of his life! Got it?" Lin Zhan waved Elbow himself, looking at Ross.

Rose immediately revealed the expressions of Soga, Sikuoyi, and Sodersnei, and clapped his hands in surprise, expressing that he had learned it. .

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