NBA Backer King Chapter 327

   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 him first.

   "Old K, your team is over." Jordan said indifferently.

  Although the Suns left two main players, the reinforcement of his own team failed to start smoothly, so he was not in a good mood.

   "That's the management's business, everything depends on the opportunity, we just play hard." Pharaoh 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, waiting throughout the 1980s, and waiting after entering the peak period. The construction of a team is a long wait. When everything works together, there is a chance to gain.

   "Hey, Shaq, there are media reports, are you going to practice extra this offseason? Are you going to add your appetite to make it bigger?" Pharaoh asked.

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

  Pharaoh laughed and took it as a joke.

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

   "Hey, Mr. Ewing." Pharaoh greeted the boring gourd Ewing again.

   There are contradictions between the two sides, but that is already a matter of the rookie season. After more than two years, the contradiction has long since faded.

   "Hello, old K."

  Ewing nodded and suddenly asked, "When will your K martial arts branch in New York open?"

   "The second day of next month."

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

   Jordan and Ewing are old friends, and the grievances between the two sides began from the NCAA.

  In 1982, North Carolina led by Jordan defeated Georgetown University led by Ewing in the final to win the championship, and Jordan completed a lore.

   But he has a very good relationship with Ewing. Like Barkley, when he heard Ewing asking about K Wuguan, he immediately thought of Ewing's injury and said, "Patrick, you can try, Charles said it's good."

  Ewing asked, "How about you?"

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

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

   "Come on, I have transferred another group of brothers from China. They will be in Los Angeles today and in New York tomorrow. They will arrange it for you. Your agent should be notified right away." Wang explained.

   "I didn't arrange mine either, don't forget me." O'Neal hurriedly shouted.

   "Don't worry, as long as you have applied, it will be arranged this time. There will be people coming later. Don't worry, there are not many other people in our country, and there are enough people. One can match ten, as long as you are willing to pay." Old Wang smiled.

   At this time, Ewing said that he would also join the K martial arts hall. Pharaoh asked him to go to the branch hall on the second day to go through the formalities and join in the fun.

  The time came, and the four of them went to the stadium with the official staff.

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

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

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

"Old guy, then you go faster, don't get in my way. Hurry up, hurry up, don't you hear? Hurry up, you're walking too slowly..." Old Wang followed with great strides, and said kept urging.

   "You **** boy!"

  Jordan was forced to trot a few steps in front of him, feeling that it was ridiculous, and gave way with a headache.

"hey-hey…"

  Pharaoh walked in the forefront with satisfaction.

   "These two guys fought from the finals to the end of the game, it's not over!"

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

   Behind O'Neal and Ewing, and several staff members looked at each other.

   Madison Square Garden, 60 or 70 of the most talented young people are gathered 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 money."

   "Oh, old K, the founder of the monster style, I can't imagine what it will be like to play against him in the future? His back fights are too terrifying!"

   "O'Neal is getting fatter and fatter. He is so fat, why is he as agile as a shark?"

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

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

   "Oh, old K, this guy, I will be like him in the future and dominate the list of villains." 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. Go and **** your pacifier. The NBA is our adult world." Rasheed Wallace said disdainfully.

"What did you say?"

   Kevin Garnett's eyes widened. Shike can't be humiliated. My No. 1 high school student in the United States, Kevin Garnett, is going to become a king of iron and blood like old K in the future. Am I a sucker with a pacifier?

   "Why, are you unconvinced?" Rasheed Wallace growled.

   "What if you don't agree, do you dare to do it?"

  Kevin Garnett's face twitched, he puffed out his chest in dissatisfaction, and took a step back while shouting.

   "Two idiots!"

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

   This young man is called Kobe Bryant. Like Kevin Garnett, he is a high school student. He is a fearless person and has a strong competitive spirit.

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

   Almost all of them are candidates for next year's election, 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 asked.

   He knew Rasheed Wallace, his younger brother from North Carolina. He was very famous in his alma mater. He also went back to his alma mater to watch Wallace's games.

   "No, nothing."

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

   And Kevin Garnett's performance is also average, hesitant to say a complete sentence.

   "If you have any opinions, you can go head-to-head, and we will have a good time." Old Wang said with a smile.

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

Rasheed Wallace was very daring, and he wanted to learn the most critical core technology of Pharaoh. As soon as he said it, Pharaoh had to admire his thick skin. Such a person should have a bright future. The face is invincible in the world.

  Others looked over immediately, including Jordan and the others.

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

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

"think."

   Except for Iverson, a speedy and small point guard, the back-playing technique is of no use to them, and other young people immediately shouted, including Kobe and Marbury.

   Jordan, Shaquille 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 aimed at Lao Wang.

At this time, Lao Wang laughed and said: "The most critical technique for my back punching is the technique of exerting force, and the technique of exerting force comes from the traditional martial arts of China. Traditional martial arts is the culture accumulated by our country for thousands of years. Do you think It's not impossible to learn, you have to worship the master.

   Note, it is the teacher's teacher, the father's father. The so-called one-day teacher, life-long father, want to worship me as the teacher, in the future...haha...In front of you, I am the father. "

   "This bastard!"

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

"Uh-huh!"

   O'Neal and Ewing nodded at the same time.

"cut!"

   A large group of young people who wanted to learn the technique of back punching suddenly froze to the waist. This technique has to be recognized as a father. Who can stand it?

"mean!"

   Kobe muttered in dissatisfaction, and then said angrily: "When I enter the league, I will blow him up."

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

   The voices of these two boys were not small, and the newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, so 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?" Old Wang heard it and hooked his fingers at the two of them.

   The two looked at each other and stood up in unison.

"And I."

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

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

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

   Iverson glanced at Jordan next to Pharaoh and said, "The Suns have twice defeated the Bulls in the finals, but I'm not convinced, you just rely on the lineup to win him, in terms of personal ability..."

   Having said that, he, who is not good at speaking, can't go on.

   Although he is not convinced by Pharaoh, he doesn't want to lie, because Old K's data is there. He averaged 50 points per game in the finals. He can't say that Old K is inferior to Jordan in terms of personal strength.

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

   "What about you, kid, what's your name, why do you want to break my ankle? Just because I don't teach you your back-slap technique?" He stretched his chin at Marbury.

   "My name is Stephen Marbury, a New Yorker, from Brooklyn, just down the block from Manhattan's Chinatown."

Marbury's eyes flashed with unruly eyes, and after saying his identity, he stalked his neck and said: "No why, challenging the seniors is what our juniors should do, otherwise there will be a day for us? ?"

   This is too straightforward, it's just saying, hey, old K, I'm going to step on you.

   "Stephen, well said."

   Many young people cheered loudly.

  Marbury smiled proudly at the crowd.

  Old Wang was startled, what he said, 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, so am I close to being shot to death on the beach?

"And you?"

   He raised his chin at Kobe again, and when he saw that the boy's mouth didn't even grow up, he asked, "What's your name, how old are you, have you graduated from junior high school? Don't you still wear diapers?"

"Ha ha…"

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

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

Kobe jumped up with anger, there was still a lot of media here, he was a little anxious, and shouted: "I will be 17 years old soon, I have finished my senior year, and I am going to participate in next year's draft after my senior year. "

   "Oh, then I'm 16 now, I'm not yet an adult, you little boy, you want to blow me up when you wear diapers? Sure enough, people who wear diapers can't be provoked." Lao Wang laughed.

   Being called a diaper again and again, Kobe was so angry that his face was flushed, his feet jumped, and he immediately shouted that he wanted to fight Pharaoh.

  Pharaoh laughed and said, "You better go duel with Jordan and blow him up, you can do it."

   Kobe's eyes lit up, Jordan was his idol, and the feeling of blowing up his idol really excited him instantly, and the adrenaline was bursting directly.

  Who knew that Jordan glared at Pharaoh with disgust and said, "They are looking for trouble for you, why should I settle it for you?"

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

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

   "Come on, kid, use up all your abilities." Taking a step from the three-point line, Jordan leaned over and stared at Kobe Bryant with sharp eyes.

   Being stared at by those eyes, Kobe couldn't help but get nervous.

   "Break him, Kobe, beat him, next year you will be the No. 1 pick." Pharaoh shouted booingly beside him.

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

"Snapped!"

   Right at this moment, Jordan stepped up and snatched Kobe Bryant's ball with his arm.

   "Haha..." Lao Wang and the others laughed.

   Kobe was confused, where is my ball?

   "Diaper, you're still too tender, I can grind your water out easily." Jordan made a grabbing motion, citing the nickname Pharaoh gave Kobe.

   Kobe's face flushed, and he said unconvincingly, "Come on, I didn't pay attention just now."

   "Kobe, if you lose, you lose. Don't make excuses, because in the game, you only have to win or lose." Pharaoh said in a lesson.

   "It's only one goal, I haven't lost yet." Kobe was still unconvinced.

   "It's my turn now." Jordan nodded and walked beyond the arc.

"bring it on."

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

  Jordan smiled, turned around, and started hitting Kobe with his back. He didn't even have luck with the ball. He suddenly turned around and made a jumper.

"brush!"

  The ball goes down 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 at Jordan and shouted.

However, he encountered a more persistent and competitive Jordan. Jordan had just lost the finals, and he was so fiery. Facing Kobe, a little rookie, he didn't keep his hands at all. The next one-on-one single came down and Bryant exploded to pieces.

   "Change it to me." Marbury said eagerly.

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

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

"I come."

"I."

   Almost all the young people raised their hands.

Any of them is a genius that the United States is concerned about. Even in the face of Jordan, he is full of self-confidence. Although Jordan blew up Marbury and Kobe, it did not prevent them from wanting to beat Jordan. Now there is only one chance, so Everyone wanted to go up and take on Jordan one-on-one.

   "Iverson, come on." It wasn't Jordan who spoke, but Pharaoh.

   This young man who is almost the shortest in the audience is a little shorter than the 16-year-old Kobe, but he looks the most arrogant. He wants to see what arrogance this young man has.

   "I want to duel you and blow you up."

   Where do you know, Iverson said a word, almost mad at Pharaoh.

   "I want too." Kobe stood up again.

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

   "These rookies who haven't even grown their hair all are crazy!" Old Wang cursed inwardly and extended his hand to Jordan.

"Snapped!"

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

   said and threw the ball over.

   Allen Iverson caught the ball, and there was a glint in his eyes.

   (end of this chapter)

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