Chapter 44: Mourning, you are a defender, be careful you will be trampled to death by us
"Hey, Charles." Curry greeted Barkley first.
"Dale, you Hornets played well this year, ranking fifth in the Eastern Conference." Barkley said with a smile.
After the two hugged each other, Curry smiled and said, "I hope so. Our team has never made it to the playoffs."
"Hey, Charles."
"Hey, Larry."
Larry Johnson came up and fist-bumped Barkley.
The two are of the same type and have always had a feeling of mutual admiration and a relatively gay relationship.
Wang Tiejun looked at Alonzo Mourning. They were both rookies of the same year, both centers, and their jersey number was 33. He thought Mourning was his competitor in the NBA.
During this period of time, he has been attacked by the media, while Mourning is one of the two most popular rookies in the 1992 draft, much more popular than him.
To be honest, he has only played a few games and does not have the strength to compare with rookies like O'Neal and Mourning. The media has never compared him with these two people.
However, he regarded Mourning as a competitor, but now looking at the way Mourning looked at him , it seemed not the case.
Indeed, after Alonzo Mourning took one look at Lao Wang, he immediately looked away.
Just that one glance, his eyes were full of disdain, because he looked down on Lao Wang. In his opinion, Lao Wang was an offensive idiot who couldn't attack when he left the basket. His mobility was not as good as his, and he didn't have the strength and potential to compete with him.
The two teams of familiar people greeted each other and soon went their separate ways.
It just so happened that Wang Tiejun and Mo Ning walked to the same line and stood there stiffly. Neither of them had the intention to move aside and they were both waiting for the other to give way.
"Chinese, get out of the way."
Mo Ning waited for two seconds. Seeing that the Chinese man in front of him had no intention of giving in, he couldn't help but feel a little angry and scolded in a deep voice.
Lao Wang raised his eyebrows but did not move. He wanted to see how Mo Ning would get him to move aside.
There were several reporters following the two teams. When they saw the situation, they immediately became excited and turned on their cameras and started taking pictures.
The other members of the two teams also noticed the two men stuck there and looked over.
Larry Johnson frowned, stood up and prepared to help.
He didn't like Morning because Morning didn't submit to him. The two had only been together for more than two months, but they had already had conflicts and quarrels several times.
However, as a teammate, if a fight breaks out, as a tough guy, he will definitely help Mourning.
He knew the name of Wang Tiejun. This Chinese man had not played many games, but he had fought several times. He had fought with Oakley and John Starks of the Knicks, and O'Neal of the Magic. He recently injured Davis of the Mavericks. This was a guy who could fight. He wanted to test the skills of this perverted Chinese coolie.
That's it. He touched his butt. Shit, what if this Chinese guy chased him and spanked him? Damn perverted coolie!
"Step aside!"
Mo Ning pushed forward with his chest, and his forehead touched Wang Tiejun's nose.
He is only 208 cm tall and weighs 110 kg. He seems smaller than Lao Wang, but he looks extremely fierce.
“Fuck!”
Wang Tiejun felt his nose was hit and felt a little sour, and he got angry.
He had practiced the Iron Mountain Backrest to perfection. He exerted force on his feet, twisted his waist and abdomen, and instantly combined the six forces into one, and leaned his right shoulder forward.
“Bang!”
With a muffled groan, Mo Ning stepped away, staggered backwards, and fell to the ground, falling on his butt. He then rolled backwards, looking very embarrassed.
"oh!"
Dozens of people present immediately exclaimed.
“Crack, crack…”
The reporters' cameras flashed wildly.
“…”
Larry Johnson, who was about to help, was stunned and attacked with his shoulder. What was this move?
"Iron Mountain!"
Barkley, Kevin Johnson and others shouted excitedly.
They were playing away games the previous week, otherwise they would have gone to Wang Tiejun's house to learn Tieshankao.
"Damn it, there are reporters here, I am so embarrassed!"
Mo Ning gritted his teeth and climbed up, his face flushed and embarrassed.
"Hey, rookie..."
Barkley stood up, put one finger on Mourning's chest, pointed the other finger at his nose and shouted, "Be civilized, OK? You don't have enough strength and qualifications to make him give in. If you want to fight, you will be in big trouble tonight."
"snort!"
Mo Ning snorted coldly, his temper still a little bit twisted.
"Okay, rookies, this is their home court. Use basketball to solve the problem on the court." At this time, Dell Curry stood up and pulled Mourning away .
"OK, see you on the court. I will blow you into pieces, you offensive idiot." Mo Ning stared at Wang Tiejun and said coldly.
"I hope you, a fool, have the courage to fight me." Wang Tiejun said with undisguised contempt.
"What did you say?" Mo Ning became angry again.
"I say you are a fool, you deaf man, did you forget to wear your hearing aid?" Wang Tiejun shouted.
“Puff!”
Many people present burst into laughter.
“…”
Morning's nostrils swelled twice as large with anger and he clenched his fists.
"Hey, rookie, don't take it too far!" Larry Johnson came up and shouted.
"Who are you? This is a matter for our inside players. If you come in as a guard, be careful that we step on you and trample you to death."
Wang Tiejun looked down at Larry Johnson. The black brother in front of him was almost a head lower than him and looked very tired, so he kindly advised him.
“Puff!”
Many people present burst into laughter. They looked at Larry Johnson, then at Barkley, and laughed again.
"You damn perverted coolie, today I want to see how you crush me to death."
Larry Johnson was very angry about Lao Wang's words. I am a power forward, a power forward, not a guard. I did play as a guard, but that was in high school. Then I grew taller and I stopped playing as a guard a long time ago.
"Damn Old K, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Barkley was also very annoyed. My real height is not even as high as Larry Johnson's. How can I play power forward? I am a flying pig in the air. Who can step on me to death?
Wang Tiejun seemed to feel that he was making an innuendo, and quickly turned to Barkley and said with a smile: "Brother, I'm not talking about you."
This is to try to cover up one's own guilt. This is what he is saying now.
"GOGOGO, let's go."
Barkley was helpless and didn't bother to pay attention to Lao Wang. He waved his hand, shouted something, then turned and left.
"We're leaving too."
With this interruption, Dell Curry pulled away from Mourning and left with the Hornets.
"Chinese people, this matter is not over yet, see you on the court."
As he walked past Wang Tiejun, Mo Ning raised his chin and shouted.
"Small guy, you're suitable to play as a small forward."
Wang Tiejun replied and quickly caught up with Barkley.
"you?"
Mo Ning was so angry that his nose was crooked.
"According to the news today, this Chinese man injured someone and was jailed. He is a tough guy, but we must teach him a lesson and not let him ride on our coattails."
Staring at Wang Tiejun's back, Larry Johnson said somewhat unhappily.
"Damn criminals..."
Mourning cursed at Wang Tiejun's back, then turned to Larry Johnson and said, "Larry, let's get on the court and beat him together."
"OK!"
The two had many conflicts, but now, with the help of external forces, they have reached a consensus.
