NBA: Goat is actually me

Chapter 58 Harmonious and Loving Team Environment

"You voted for a piece of shit!"

"Fuck you! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll take your head off and stuff it in your asshole!"

"I will kill you and dismember you with a knife!"

"What era is this? Still using knives?"

"You bastard! You hit me in the eye!"

"If you want to save your other eye, shut the fuck up!"

Inside the Bulls training facility, the sound of friendly exchanges between players could be heard constantly.

This is not a quarrel, just daily training.

With Jordan around, the training atmosphere must be created every day.

After more than a month, Meng Jin has basically adapted and now even begins to enjoy this atmosphere.

Passionate greetings between players happen every day.

Meng Jin is yelled at by his teammates every day.

This is normal, and his response is simple and rough.

That means yelling back and giving him a few trash words.

The NBA is not a nursery. There aren’t so many aunties who speak in soft voices.

Men of this era win the respect of others in this way.

It is normal to have some small actions in training matches, and pushing and shoving is commonplace.

Even if they occasionally hug each other, the coach won't care.

Because the strength of the opponents in the game is much greater than this.

Why play in the NBA if you can't even stand this little confrontation?

Faced with this kind of physical contact, Meng Jin's approach was to elbow him back, and then dunk over his head in the next round.

For example, just now, veteran Gilmore pushed Meng Jin when he was fighting for position.

The old man was still confident: "NBA first lesson, don't take the opponent behind you lightly."

Of course Meng Jin didn't tolerate it. In the next offensive round, he took advantage of the layup opportunity to elbow him directly in the chest.

Seeing Gilmore grimacing in pain, Meng Jin walked up to him and said, "NBA Lesson 2: Never mess with MJ."

This is not over yet!

One round later, Meng Jin cut from the baseline without the ball, received a pass from Paxson, and shot directly on Gilmour's neck.

Before poor Gilmore could even turn around, there was another person on his neck.

"Damn it! Are you serious? I'm going to smash you down from up there!"

Gilmore cursed a lot but his body was honest. He held Meng Jin with both hands to protect him.

"pretty!!"

Head coach Collins excitedly pumped his fist after a sprint:
"That's it, treat the training match as a competition! Release your damn passion!"

"Look at the coach, he looks like a monkey." Jordan said to Meng Jin in a low voice.

Meng Jin could clearly feel that this was not a joke.

Jordan's eyes were full of disdain and his tone was disdainful.

Jordan has never gotten over the preseason conflict.

In fact, it was not just that conflict. Collins was not the type of head coach that Jordan admired.

He is too loud and boisterous, and seems even more immature than Jordan.

The coaches Jordan likes are those who are of a certain age, wear suits and ties, and always look calm and composed regardless of whether the team is leading or lagging behind.

Like Dean Smith.

Hate is always mutual.

Collins was also unhappy with Jordan.

But for the sake of the team's stability and harmony, he never showed this thought on his face.

"This monkey did a good job. At least we have won five games in a row now." Meng Jin pouted. "Michael, catch the ball!"

"Shh!"

After making a mid-range shot, Jordan said with dissatisfaction:

"What does all this have to do with him?"

"In the whole game, how many rounds did we complete according to the tactics he arranged?"

"How did we win? I took the ball and played one-on-one, I took the ball and fast-break, you took the ball and fast-break, and the whole team worked together to grab every rebound."

Jordan seemed a little out of control.

Meng Jin only knew that he and Collins had a bad relationship before, but he didn't expect the relationship to be so bad.

Meng Jin felt that if Jordan had the power, Collins would probably not stay with the Bulls until noon today.

Meng Jin didn't reply. He didn't want to argue with Jordan. Two men quarreling over another man?
This is too stupid, Meng Jin won't do it.

He doesn't take sides, nor does he participate in struggles among players, coaches, or management.

At least not at this stage.

He is now focusing on improving himself, his skills, and his influence throughout the league.

After the team training, Jordan passed the ball to Meng Jin.

"Meng, let's have a one-on-one duel."

"No time."

Jordan frowned. Reject me?
"Meng, I'm talking about a damn one-on-one fight with me!" Jordan's tone sounded like an order, not a request.

After the regular season started, Jordan discovered Meng Jin's unlimited potential, and his requirements for Meng Jin became more stringent.

Jordan wants Meng Jin to grow up quickly and become his right-hand man on the Bulls.

Sometimes, Jordan's requirements for Meng Jin were a little strict and harsh, and he often held him to the standards of a star player.

If this method of forcing growth is successful, Meng Jin's potential will be stimulated in a short period of time, and he will grow quickly and become a man who can stand on his own.

But if he fails, Meng Jin, the rising star, may fall.

However, Jordan never thought that Meng Jin would fail. Meng Jin has the heart of a strong man. He dared to confront him on the first day he arrived, and dared to confront Barkley in the first regular season game and dunked over him. How could such a person be defeated by difficulties?

"Michael, he has to practice with me." Gilmore spoke not far away.

Gilmore's voice is deep but penetrating.

Jordan looked at Gilmore, then at Meng Jin, and said nothing more.

After all, Gilmore's status in the industry is there.

He is a senior and a legend. Even someone as strong as Jordan has to give him some face.

Jordan dribbled the ball to the other half of the court: "OK, let's change someone, Horace!"

Grant, who was packing his backpack, was suddenly startled and pointed at himself: "Ah? Me?"

"Do we have a second idiot named Horace here? Shit!"

When Jordan gets louder, Grant gets nervous.

Cold sweat was already running down his back.

"Michael, I have something else to do later. I have to go."

Grant had just finished speaking when Jordan interrupted him: "Come over here and fight me before I lose my temper!"

"okay."

Grant said he had no choice.

Ten seconds later, Jordan's roar came from the other half.

"Fuck! Where are you looking? Look ahead! I'd rather pick a mule than you!"

"Where's your defense? You just let the offensive players pass by?"

"You're like a wooden stake. You're the 10th pick? When did the NBA get so low?
Gilmore, unfazed by the noise from the other half, said to Meng Jin in his signature deep voice, “Let’s get started.”

The two of them agreed on the plane last time that he would teach Meng Jin some blocking techniques.

(End of this chapter)