Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 118 Are you out of your mind? Why did you provoke him?

Chicago.

Inside Jordan's mansion in Highland Park, even though he could only sit, he still smashed everything within reach to pieces.

A water glass flew past Grover and smashed to pieces against the wall.

Grover silently got up, intending to go for a walk before returning.

"Tim!"

Jordan stopped Grover, his eyes red, and said, "Do you think I can still make it tonight's game if I fly to Orlando now?"

Grover was startled and hurriedly said, "Michael, are you crazy? John said that what you need most right now is to rest."

Jordan angrily pointed at the television and shouted, "So we're just going to let these people talk nonsense?"

“Listen to what they’re saying. They’re saying I’m scared, cowardly, afraid of losing again. Fuck, I’m going to kill them!”

Jordan was like a raging lion.

Grover sighed silently.

Yesterday, the Wizards announced that Jordan would be out for a week due to injury.

The media is in an uproar today.

There are all sorts of opinions, but the most common one is that Jordan was afraid to play again. He lost the first game against the Magic so badly that he didn't dare to play anymore, fearing that he would be dunked on again.

Even if they restrained themselves and didn't dare to use too harsh language.

But journalists, everyone knows they're good at being sarcastic and unsettling.

They're talking about the famous "Flu Battle" of the 97 Finals.

Despite being in such poor physical condition, and so weak after the game that his teammates had to help him leave the court, Jordan still played and scored 38 points.

At that time, Jordan was a warrior who could never be defeated, an invincible hero.

What now?
Faced with a challenge from a young upstart, he actually chose to avoid the fight.

Just last week, Jordan gave an interview saying he would definitely try his best to win the second game against the Magic.

The problem is, Grover really wants to speak up for Jordan.

It wasn't that Jordan was avoiding the game; he was genuinely injured.

During the game against the Raptors on the 16th, Jordan's right knee was already starting to give way.

After resting for two days and recovering a bit, he was able to fight the eagle despite his injuries.

After the game, Grover was there, and Jordan's knee was terribly swollen.

There was really no other way, so he chose to stay out and then immediately flew to Chicago to see former Bulls team doctor John Hefron for treatment.

Hefron believed surgery was necessary, but Jordan refused outright.

There's no other way but to drain the fluid from the knee.

So this time, Jordan was genuinely injured, not just using injury as an excuse to avoid the game.

All I can say is that I just happened to be there; it was incredibly unlucky.

With a sigh, Grover said, "Michael, seriously, you need to get over this with Brown as soon as possible. You have to play four games a season. If it's like this every single game, when will it ever end?"

He knows Jordan is very competitive, but you're 38 years old, there's no need to keep competing with a young man.

"Is it that I don't want to go?" Jordan retorted, pointing at the TV and shouting, "Listen to what that kid is saying. He even said he's been grateful to me all along."

Grover gave a wry smile.

I thought to myself, maybe that's what they really think, and besides, what can you expect them to say in front of reporters?
You only feel comfortable when I scold you, right?

Jordan was still angry, and when he mentioned thanking someone, he remembered the greeting card.

He truly felt that this whole family was his nemesis, bringing him bad luck!

Look at how Brown's mom thanked him and wished him a happy marriage.

Okay.

He returned to Chicago yesterday, and his wife Juanita had a huge fight with him, so she took the children and moved out.

Somehow, the little shady things he did in Washington got back to Juanita's ears.

Juanita had clearly lost patience with Jordan, who was "incorrigible".

When he left yesterday, he even declared that he would separate from me forever.

She wants a divorce!

Jordan was furious and couldn't help but think about that greeting card, feeling like Brown's mother was cursing him.

"no!"

Jordan struggled to his feet and said, "Let's go now. Even if I can't play, I'll sit on the sidelines and tell everyone that I'm not a coward."

Grover quickly stopped him.

"Michael, seriously, listen to me, just ignore that kid. Like now, let it cool down, and after a while, the media will naturally stop making a fuss about it."

Grover really felt there was no need to keep pushing this point.

"Don't worry about what he's thinking. He's thanking you, so just accept it. When you play together again, just cooperate more, and this matter will be over."

In Grover's view, Jordan was making a mountain out of a molehill.

When someone thanks you, you accept their thanks, say a few polite words, and the matter is over.

"Wait, what do you mean by 'playing together'?" Jordan's eyes widened.

What were you thinking, playing basketball with that kid by yourself?
Grover reminded him, "Don't forget, the All-Star Game is in just over two months. You're all in the East, and with Brown's current performance, he has a good chance of making it directly to the game."

So, when that time comes, will you two have to play ball together?

"Wortfalk!"

Jordan's swear word completely stunned him.

With Brown's current stats of 20 points and 10 rebounds, he has a very high probability of making the All-Star Game.

“Then I won’t play,” Jordan immediately shouted.

When playing against Brown, Brown beckoned to him, asking him to pass the ball. Should he pass or not?
Or he might come over to set a screen for you, and you'll have to decide whether to accept it or not.

Just thinking about that scene makes Jordan feel physically uncomfortable.

So we simply won't fight.

Anyway, it's the All-Star game, and I'm already tired of playing it.

Grover rolled his eyes at Jordan: "Do you think that's possible? Do you think David and all the fans in America would agree?"

If you don't play in the All-Star Game, David Stern will be the first to disagree.

Fans across America disagree!

And fan votes, can't you just decide not to play?

"Damn it!" Jordan understood, and in a fit of rage, kicked over the chair next to him.

……

Grover had a unique perspective, thinking of the All-Star Game, and someone else did the same.

Barkley!
As the second game between Magic Wizards, TNT announced a few days ago that it would be broadcast live across the United States.

Although Jordan suddenly announced his withdrawal before the game, the broadcast schedule had already been announced and it was not easy to change it at the last minute.

Therefore, TNT still broadcast this match live.

Before the game, the three of them had a serious discussion about the severity of Jordan's injury. In the end, Smith looked regretful and said that Jordan failed to seize the excellent opportunity for revenge.

Just then, Barkley thought of the All-Star Game.

In that instant, all the wicked ideas in his head came out, and he said in a sly tone, "It's okay, although they missed the chance to be opponents, they can still be teammates?"

"teammate?"

Ernie Johnson hadn't reacted yet.

But Smith is so cunning. The moment Barkley sticks his butt out, he knows what the fat guy is up to. He immediately perks up and says with shining eyes, "Yeah, the All-Star Game!"

Barkley chuckled.

"Didn't Kwame always say that he didn't hold a grudge against Michael and that there were no problems between them?"

"Alright, once they become teammates and have the opportunity to play together, please let us all see just how happy you are together."

They even exchanged jerseys, posed for photos together with big smiles, and said they were having a great time.

Okay, then playing together and becoming teammates will definitely be more fun, right?

Smith on the other end of the line was so engrossed in the conversation that his eyebrows practically flew off his chest, and he nodded frantically.

Ernie Johnson gasped, cursing Barkley for being so wicked, and added, "But Kwame is just a rookie, I'm worried..."

He was worried that Brown might not make the All-Star game again.

But before he could finish speaking, Barkley interrupted him, shouting, "Ernie, stop messing around. This kid is averaging 20 points and 10 rebounds per game. In the entire history of the NBA, how many rookies have been this good? It would be an injustice if he didn't make the All-Star game."

"By the way, what are the voting results now? Where is he ranked?"

Barkley quickly looked toward the broadcasting studio.

You have a good eye.

Smith quickly received the results through the headset.

This year's All-Star voting begins on November 16th.

“Last week, on December 15th, after the second round of voting, Vince Carter still received the most votes in the East,” Smith began to explain.

Carter's playing style is still too eye-catching, making him the top vote-getter every year, and even Jordan, who has now returned to the court, cannot shake his position.

However, given Jordan's influence, even if Stern had to give him extra votes backstage, he would still have to make him an All-Star starter.

"The second-best player in the East is Grant Hill."

Smith raised an eyebrow slightly.

Even though Hill was injured, the handsome and elegant man still had a large following.

“Say center,” Barkley reminded Smith.

Stop talking nonsense. After listening to his headset, Smith said, "In the voting for the starting center in the East, Dikembe Mutombo is still in first place with over 21 votes."

"Second place is Jermaine O'Neal with over 13 votes, followed by Mourning, Kurt Thomas, and Brown in fifth place with just over 6 votes."

In the end, he blurted out "Fuck!"

Orlando fans are not doing a good job!

Barkley kept shaking his head; this wouldn't do.

He looked at the camera and said earnestly, "As you know, Kwame has always said that he regrets being traded and that his idol is Michael."

"If he hadn't been traded, he would already be playing with Michael at this point."

"And Michael, after the draft he said he really liked Kwame and looked forward to playing with him, but unfortunately he didn't get that opportunity."

"So fans watching on TV, please help them and give them a chance to play together."

"Trust me, they will thank you."

He was very serious.

Ernie Johnson's eyes twitched; how could the Daoist be so wicked?

Smith on the other side had completely lost control of his facial expressions and was almost laughing hysterically.

Fortunately, the start of the game saved Smith from losing his temper.

The topic then returned to how many points Brown would score.

"It shouldn't be too many. Brown said he only cares about the team winning and doesn't care about his own points," Barkley muttered.

This is what Barkley was unhappy about.

Learn from Bird!
If it were Bird, he would definitely say, "Do I look like someone who only scores 40 points?"

Smith across from him said, "Charles, you need to understand that the team winning doesn't conflict with getting a high score yourself."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a gasp of surprise rang out.

It was McGrady who broke through and passed the ball to Brown, who then took off and slammed it home with a one-handed dunk.

Laettner, who was assigned to defend him, was drawn to McGrady's breakthrough and was a beat too late to turn around.

"See, I told you, Kwame has a strong desire to attack!"

You guys actually took my polite remark seriously?

Barkley nodded in deep agreement, then muttered, "I wonder if Michael watched the live stream?"

Jordan actually watched it.

Although he was furious, Grover had tried to persuade him for a long time, so he still wanted to see if Brown genuinely wanted to let the matter go or if he was harboring some ill intentions.

Then we saw Brown slam dunk.

His eye twitched, but he didn't say anything.

It's not Brown's fault; it's just that McGrady's pass was so beautiful. I would have dunked it myself.

After that, Brown seemed to disappear, diligently grabbing rebounds and setting up McGrady from the mid-to-high post, without making much of a splash.

Halfway through the first quarter, he only took two shots and scored just 2 points.

“Michael, I told you, you’re overthinking it,” Grover said, pointing at the television.

The child is gone, and you're still holding onto it; it makes you seem petty.

Jordan grunted, said nothing, but his expression softened considerably.

If Brown scores another 40 or 50 points while I'm out, then it's a sure thing; that kid still holds a grudge.

Reconciliation is impossible.

Jordan even maliciously planned that once he became the Wizards' owner, he would definitely trade for this kid and then make him spend all his time on the bench.

Just then, the Wizards launched an attack. Laettner made a somewhat aggressive move under the basket, forcefully pushing past Brown and grabbing the offensive rebound first.

He immediately got up, still wanting to dunk.

Brown didn't let him get away with it; with his amazing speed, he arrived late but got there first, leaping into the air and forcefully intercepting the ball.

The whistle blew, and Brown was called for a foul.

Not finished yet.

Upon landing, Leitner, perhaps annoyed by the disruption, turned and grumbled a few words at Brown.

While battling for position under the basket, Brown was already annoyed when Laettner nudged him with his elbow. Upon hearing Laettner's words, he instantly went berserk.

He suddenly lunged forward, shoved Lightner, and launched into a tirade of vicious trash talk.

The referee rushed over immediately.

Grant reacted quickly, immediately stepping between the two.

But this time, Brown seemed to have been completely detonated, and tried several times to break free from Grant and rush over to argue with Lightner.

Jordan scoffed, completely unconcerned.

I even want to give Leitner a thumbs up.

We should be tougher!
Ultimately, Brown received a technical foul.

Rivers wanted Brown to take a break and calm down, but Brown refused.

"No!"

Brown stiffened his neck, his expression unusually fierce.

Rivers immediately withdrew his request.

After the timeout, Brown walked onto the court and said in a deep voice, "Pass me the ball. I'm going to destroy him. That bastard dared to insult Tang."

Brown has a fairly good temper and generally doesn't get into conflicts with people.

But just now, Leitner said to my face that if it weren't for that Chinese guy, I would be a piece of trash and wouldn't be able to play at all.

He insulted himself.

But it was even more insulting to Tang Sen because he used the discriminatory word "Chinaman".

In that instant, Brown was completely enraged.

You can insult me, but you can't insult Tang Sen!

McGrady, standing beside him, was taken aback, his expression immediately turning serious: "Did he really say that?"

Brown nodded, repeating his previous statement: "Pass me the ball, I'm going to destroy him!"

"Fake!"

McGrady's gaze hardened, but he nodded forcefully.

Then Grant reached out from behind, patted Brown on the shoulder, and said nothing.

The free throw is over, and the game continues.

Hamilton's mid-range shot missed.

Brown, his face tense, ran away quickly.

he's changed.

He walked straight into the penalty area, sat down, and remained unmoved no matter how hard Leitner tried.

Then he reached out for the ball.

The ball was delivered immediately.

Brown immediately lowered his waist and struck, and in just one blow, Lightner felt as if he had been punched hard in the chest, and his body was forced backward uncontrollably.

I had just caught my breath when it happened again.

In two steps, Brown was already close to the basket. Before White could come over to help defend, he turned around and got up.

He went all out, unleashing his full power, and forcefully dunked the ball into the basket, overpowering Laettner.

Button!

Leitner was completely relegated to the background.

After landing, Brown yelled at Leitner before running away.

Not finished yet.

In the next possession, Grant seized the opportunity to pass the ball, and Brown suddenly turned around.

Leitner's slow pace made it impossible for him to keep up with Brown's rhythm, and he was left behind by Brown.

It's still best to start in one step, pull it up and then snap it in.

Chicago.

Jordan unconsciously sat up straight, and his expression changed.

What's wrong with this kid? He's acting like he's suddenly been injected with adrenaline.
And then, Brown went completely on fire.

Laettner was once very good; he even made the All-Star team, but he's getting old.

His heavy legs were no match for Brown's fierce impact.

Dunk, hook shot, strong drive to the basket.

Brown gave it his all, relentlessly dominating the paint.

He didn't even get substituted off the court, playing the entire first quarter.

In the first half of the quarter, he only scored 2 points, but in the second half, he was like he had a cheat code, scoring 13 points.

With 15 points in a single quarter, Laettner was repeatedly overwhelmed and became the backdrop for the game.

Seeing McGrady and others constantly passing the ball to Brown, Jordan began to realize what was going on.

The commentators, including Barkley, also realized what had happened and started shouting that in the previous conflict, Leitner must have provoked Brown and insulted him, which is why Brown chose to respond.

"Fake!"

Jordan immediately launched into a tirade of profanities.

Are you out of your mind? Why did you provoke him?

You got completely destroyed, that kid got a high score, and I'm the one who lost face in the end!
(End of this chapter)