Chapter 89: Public enemy of the alliance?
The game entered a timeout and the players left the court.
Comrade Lao Wang, surrounded by his teammates, carried his trophy and walked proudly past the Bulls bench. He glanced at Jordan and Pippen who had just sat down, raised the basket in his hand, and said proudly: "If you can't even protect your own basket, how can you sit still?"
"damn it!"
Jordan was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He threw the towel in his hand to the ground, jumped up from his seat, and was about to pounce on him.
"Michael, calm down, calm down, don't argue with a rookie."
Phil Jackson in front hurriedly hugged Jordan, and several assistant coaches and staff also quickly stood in front.
"Let's go."
Buckley quickly took the troublemaker Comrade Lao Wang away.
Jordan, who was stopped by the crowd, stared at Wang Tiejun's back, his eyes red, and gnashed his teeth and said, "Old K, I will never be done with you in this life."
He has never suffered such a big loss since he entered the league. Which rookie dares to mock him like this?
Wang Tiejun turned around and shouted, "What can you do to me?"
He suddenly remembered what Kevin Johnson said just now, so he said in a teasing tone: "Are you going to kick me out of the American team like you did to the Smiling Assassin? Ha, I'm Chinese, I won't join the American team. If you have the guts, join the Chinese team and kick me out of the Chinese team?"
"Shit! Damn it! You stupid country bumpkin..."
Jordan was so angry that his lungs were about to explode and the fire in his body was about to catch fire, and he started swearing.
Barkley, sweating profusely, pressed Lao Wang to the bench and said, "Okay, Lao K, stop provoking him. I beg you, if you continue to provoke him, maybe he will score 100 points today."
"Brother, why are you afraid of him? We are all on the same side, so why should we be afraid of each other? Just go ahead and fight him until you beat him."
Comrade Lao Wang, who is as fearless as a newborn calf, said nonchalantly.
Barkley smiled bitterly. As a person who had lived under Jordan's influence for many years, he did not have the mentality of Old K.
"By the way, this guy likes to call people country bumpkins so much, where is he from?" Lao Wang asked curiously.
"New York, Brooklyn, New York." Kevin Johnson said next to him.
“Brooklyn?”
Wang Tiejun was stunned. There are three major Chinatowns in New York. Eighth Avenue in Brooklyn is Chinatown. He used to work there. It is right next to Manhattan and can be reached across the bridge from Chinatown in Manhattan.
"What a jerk. You call others country bumpkins every day, but you yourself are not from the slums. Who would live in Brooklyn if they have money?"
He cursed unhappily.
Barkley and others laughed. This was true. Brooklyn, New York was the most chaotic area in the United States except for the slums of Los Angeles.
"How many points did he get?" he asked.
"4 of 7 shots, plus 1 of 1 free throw, that's 9 points already." Assistant coach Lewis said after taking a look at the report in his hand.
"It's only halfway through the first quarter, and you've already scored 9 points?" Lao Wang was stunned.
"Old K, you didn't do badly today. You made 4 of 4 shots, 1 of 1 free throws, and scored 9 points. You also had 4 rebounds, including two offensive rebounds." Lewis said with a smile.
Lao Wang laughed and said, "Maybe I will score 50 points today."
"You're overthinking it." Barkley said unhappily.
I've given you the shot, would you like us to watch your performance outside?
"Old K, don't dunk too hard next time. You've already dunked several times. Don't hurt your hand." Head trainer Aaron Nelson reminded.
"I see."
Lao Wang touched the basket under his butt with satisfaction and admired it proudly.
He suddenly thought of what the commentator had said just now, and quickly said, "Hey, brothers, what do you think of the nickname "Basket Collector"?"
"It will make you the public enemy of the league, don't call it that." Barkley quickly stopped him.
Kevin Johnson also said: "Old K, head-on confrontation is fine. You haven't met the dirty guys yet. They will elbow you in the vitals from behind, or step on your feet, or deliberately bump into you when you jump. So don't become the public enemy of the league. It's too dangerous. Your career may end at any time."
"Damaging dirty tricks?" Lao Wang's eyes narrowed.
He took this seriously. Attacks from beyond sight were the most difficult to guard against. His level of resistance to injuries was not high, only level 85. It was inevitable that he would get injured in the future, so he really had to be careful.
"Okay, then let's not call it that." He said readily.
Danny Ainge smiled and said, "Old K, you have collected three baskets. If you keep doing this, you will be known as a basket collector. Even if you don't call it that, the media will call you that. It's not a matter of whether you call it that or not."
Lao Wang was stunned. The basketball hoops must be collected, otherwise where can he get points?
After thinking it over, he immediately said, "That doesn't matter. If you think about it, you won't accomplish anything great. No matter if it's solid or not, I'm determined to collect the baskets. I'm going to build a big collection room in the future to collect my baskets."
At this time, the atmosphere on the Bulls' bench was extremely depressing because the boss Jordan was very unhappy. As long as he put on a stern face, his powerful aura immediately made everyone dare not say a word.
Even Pippen, who had grown into the second master of Pippen, didn't dare to speak at this time.
"Everyone, stand up, hurry up ..."
At this time, Jordan threw away the towel, drove his teammates off the bench, and asked everyone to gather around him.
"Everyone, cheer up and focus on the game. Do you hear me? Give it 100%! I want to see you give it 100%."
"We have to teach that country bumpkin a lesson. He is not a good person. He will hinder us from winning the championship. We have to deal with him now and destroy his self-confidence. We have to deal with him..."
In the crowd, Jordan kept roaring in a low voice.
"What are the fools at Bull doing?"
Comrade Lao Wang saw the commotion over there and jokingly asked, "Could it be that Jordan is doing the mobilization work? Does he have the leadership ability?"
"Fool!"
Danny Ainge laughed and cursed, saying, "He is the top team leader in the league, and he has the final say in the Bulls."
"Really? That ability is indeed powerful, we must be vigilant." Lao Wang nodded.
At this point, he suddenly asked in his mind: "System, if I get another bull basket, will there be a reward?"
"No, each team only has one basket collection mission." said the system.
"Forget it, I don't have the energy anymore ."
He rubbed his big hands and slammed them with all his strength several times. There was still damage to his palms, and it was possible to break the bones in his hands. This kind of thing should not be done often.
Twenty minutes later, a new backboard and a new basket were put in place and the game started again.
The Bulls are now all main players, and Grant is back.
The same is true for the Suns.
Lao Wang walked onto the court in high spirits. After twenty minutes of rest, his physical strength had almost recovered.
Suddenly he felt something dirty was staring at him, and he was startled. When he turned around, he saw Jordan staring at him fiercely.
"What are you looking at?" he asked unhappily.
"snort!"
Jordan snorted coldly and turned to the Bulls' frontcourt.
"Michael, more free throws." BJ Armstrong shouted quickly.
"damn it!"
After losing the basket, he had to make a free throw. Jordan ran back with a gloomy face.
