Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 145 Kid, you really didn't need to do that.

The annual All-Star Game once again put Philadelphia in the spotlight across the United States.

The Mario Hotel in the city center.

At the hotel entrance, a van stopped, and Jordan and his agent, David Falcao, got out one after the other.

Reporters, kept at bay by security personnel in the distance, kept flashing their cameras.

Jordan smiled and waved, then walked straight into the hotel.

“Michael, you shouldn’t have turned down the reporters,” Falcao said as he walked.

Jordan gave a soft hum.

"David, I can guess what they're going to ask me with my ass. They're definitely going to ask me what it's like playing with that kid and being his teammate. Damn it, I really regret coming here now." Jordan mimicked the tone of a reporter's question, his nose practically crooked with anger.

If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have participated.

Before the All-Star Game, Carter was really unlucky, accidentally straining his left quadriceps and being forced to miss the All-Star Game.

Then O'Neal also got "injured".

To prove that he was really injured, he missed the Lakers' last game against the Bulls before the All-Star break.

They said there was a problem with his toes, so they couldn't get an injection.

The first and second place winners in the All-Star voting were both absent.

Kobe didn't want to come yet, saying publicly that he had an elbow injury and needed to recover.

As a result, Stern said that if Kobe missed the All-Star Game, he would be suspended for 5 games.

Kobe was so frightened that he packed his bags and rushed to Philadelphia overnight.

O'Neal chose to stand his ground, telling reporters directly that he couldn't come because of his toe injury, and that he would just pay a fine, which was as insignificant to him as paying taxes.

Michael Jordan received the same treatment as Kobe Bryant.

He didn't want to come; he wanted to take the opportunity to rest his old legs.

Kerstern contacted him, hoping he could come.

They said it so nicely, that the All-Star Game would be less exciting without them.

They also said that this year's promotional slogan is "Star of Stars".

Jordan wasn't stupid; he knew Stern wanted to use him to promote Iverson and Kobe.

Looking back now, I think it would have been better to just be like Shaq, fight to the bitter end, and never come.

Falcao said, "It's All-Star Weekend. You'll have to be interviewed by reporters sooner or later. Can you really avoid it? And wouldn't it be even worse if you didn't come?"

The media will probably say again, "Have you not forgiven Brown yet? Do you not want to play against him?"

"Stop talking," Jordan interrupted Falcao.

This is what disgusts him the most.

They're caught in the middle; they're unhappy when they come, but they can't refuse to come.

Falcao chuckled to himself, patted Jordan on the back, and said, "Then think of something happy, like how you'll soon meet Charles and you can beat him up."

Jordan's eyes lit up when this was mentioned.

That's right, if it weren't for that idiot, Brown wouldn't have been voted into the All-Star starting lineup.

He clenched his fist, checked in, and went upstairs.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Jordan froze in shock.

A group of three people walked over from the opposite side.

I quickly looked around and realized, damn it, there wasn't even anywhere to hide.

But the next moment, Jordan walked out of the elevator with his head held high.

Why are you hiding? If anyone should be hiding, it should be this kid.

The people who arrived were Brown, McGrady, and Townsend.

The three of them were planning to go out for a walk, but they bumped into Jordan as soon as they stepped outside.

It's like enemies meeting on a narrow road.

Tang Sen was a step behind and was very curious about Jordan's reaction.

Unexpectedly, Jordan greeted him first.

"Tang, it's been a long time."

Jordan greeted Tang Sen with a smile.

Tang Sen secretly raised an eyebrow. Was he treating Brown like he didn't exist?

He smiled and reached out his hand, but to his surprise, Jordan opened his arms and hugged him.

"Tang, let's find some time to play another game," Jordan whispered in Tang Sen's ear.

Tang Sen was speechless for a moment. You still remember this?

“Okay, I’ll try not to drink this time,” Tang Sen said with a smile.

Jordan's expression stiffened at the mention of drinking.

When the Magic visited Washington last time, Townsend used the excuse of drinking to make himself wait in the arena for an hour.

“No.” Jordan shook his head and said, “Don, we really should have a drink. I think we can be friends.”

Jordan pointed to himself and Tang Sen.

If he could tolerate Brown, then what was the problem with Tang Sen?

Not to mention that he wants to become the team owner in the future, so he needs someone like Tang Sen.

Tang Sen was taken aback, somewhat surprised.

Jordan has really changed his ways.

"Okay." Tang Sen nodded with a smile.

Playing ball is out of the question, but having a drink is fine too.

Jordan then greeted McGrady and Brown.

When he shook hands with Brown, his smile was noticeably forced.

Of course, Brown remained as humble as ever.

Having dealt with reporters so much, he's developed a formulaic smile.

After Jordan left, McGrady suddenly turned around and asked eagerly, "Kwame, what are you planning to do about him?"

He knew that Brown and Jordan had a feud.

Browns are now starting in the East, while I'm a substitute in the East.

Most importantly, the Eastern Conference head coach is Rivers.

These are all our own people.

During a game, targeting Jordan wouldn't be difficult at all.

For example, give him more playing time, but then don't pass him the ball.

"Forget it," Brown shook his head and said, "I have no problems with him now."

Brown had long since forgotten about being traded by the Wizards and being tricked by Jordan, and no longer cared about it.

His current goal is the NBA championship, and that's Shaquille O'Neal.

Jordan? That's a thing of the past!
McGrady responded with an "oh," a hint of regret in his eyes.

“That’s more like it.” Tang Sen stepped forward and patted Brown on the back.

It's all in the past, why keep dwelling on it?

"Pass him the ball more often later, so the reporters and editors won't accuse you of having a falling out," Tang Sen reminded him again.

Since centers don't get many opportunities to shine in the All-Star Game anyway, they might as well just play a supporting role and get by.

Brown hummed in agreement and nodded, noting it down.

Although the NBA has been making a lot of noise, constantly hyping up the feud between Iverson and Kobe, and the question of who can succeed Jordan, and even changing the rules to introduce things like the All-Star mixed half-court 3V3, and increasing the number of fan tickets for the Slam Dunk Contest.

But Tang Sen could still feel a chill from the cold.

The most exciting dunk contest only had four players registered.

Perhaps it's also related to the major events that happened last year, after all, only five months have passed.

Regardless, on the evening of February 11th, the highly anticipated All-Star Game was held at the First United Center in Philadelphia.

Backstage before the game.

When McGrady and Brown arrived together, the once lively locker room suddenly fell silent.

While sitting in his seat, chatting casually with Iverson across the room, Jordan, with a smile on his face, immediately sensed that the atmosphere was off. He quickly rolled his eyes and cursed inwardly.

During the pre-game press conference, he made a point of avoiding being with Brown.

I just don't want to cause myself any trouble.

And then, a TNT reporter, representing Barkley, asked him if he was happy.

That damn pighead has been avoiding me the whole time.

But this was bound to happen sooner or later, there was no escaping it. Jordan quickly got up, walked over and gave Brown a fist bump, then patted Brown with a smile and said, "See? This is the number one pick we personally selected, look how great he is."

The many star players present exchanged glances, and then they started to liven things up.

When the number one draft pick was mentioned, Brown frowned imperceptibly, but said nothing.

Many star players came up to chat with Brown. Putting aside the messy affair between Brown and Jordan, Brown's All-Star selection in his rookie season was based on genuine talent.

Jordan retired after two years, while Brown has more than a decade of professional career ahead of him.

Who knows, we might become teammates someday.

No one wants to antagonize such a top-tier center.

Jordan thought it was all over, so he finished the game while holding his nose, and then everyone went home.

But unexpectedly, after the show, I met the person I least wanted to see.

Isaiah Thomas!

Jordan cursed under his breath, "Is this bastard so free that he came all this way?"

What's even more disgusting is that Larry Bird was with him.

Bird smiled and hugged Jordan, then pointed at Thomas and said, "Michael, Isiah wasn't even planning to come, but I told him that today is your big day. The number one draft pick you personally selected made it to the All-Star team and can start alongside you. You must be very pleased, right?"

Thomas kept a straight face, but secretly gave Bird a thumbs up in his heart.

This old Bi Deng is a real genius; his ability to insult people is too strong.

“Yes, I’m very pleased,” Jordan said through gritted teeth.

As for Thomas, Jordan didn't even want to talk to him.

He turned to leave, but Bird wouldn't let go and even waved behind him.

"Charles, over here!"

Jordan turned his head and saw that it was indeed Barkley, that bastard.

Barkley had been waiting for this moment, and he came over with a grin.

He was followed by a camera.

"Michael, my good friend."

Barkley opened his arms and hugged Jordan.

There are cameras.

Jordan cursed under his breath, but could only force a smile and pat Barkley on the back.

Barkley felt the weight on his back, but didn't care. He turned around, looked around, and waved to Brown.

Brown had already seen this side and was trying to get away.

But Barkley wasn't about to let him off the hook, waving and calling Brown's name incessantly.

Brown cursed under his breath but had no choice but to walk over.

"Kwame, oh my god, we finally meet! You know what? I'm a huge fan of yours!" Barkley gave Brown a warm hug.

Brown nodded awkwardly and looked at Jordan.

Is it time for a group photo?

Sure enough, Barkley hooked one arm around Jordan and the other around Brown, shouting that we should take a picture together.

“Michael, you really should thank me. If it weren’t for my advocacy, Kwame might not have even played against you.” Barkley looked at Jordan.

As he had said before, he asked Jordan with a smile if he was happy.

Bird, standing nearby, looked annoyed. "This bastard copied me."

Thomas couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

Jordan, his face tense, leaned closer to Barkley and whispered through gritted teeth, "Charles, you're playing with fire."

Barkley involuntarily shuddered, sensing the murderous aura.

He immediately chickened out, released the two of them, and then gave Bird a wink, signaling for him to come over.

You have more seniority, so he wouldn't dare to do anything to you.

Bird remained unmoved.

He never tries to show off twice.

Anyway, he was already very happy to see Jordan get his comeuppance.

Thomas, in particular, must be ecstatic.

"I'm going to find Shaq."

Barkley quickly led the photographer away.

"Keep it up, Michael," Thomas said politely with a forced smile, and sat back down with Bird.

"Fake!"

Jordan cursed, "These bastards, you'll see what happens to them later."

Brown, standing next to him, also uttered a curse in unison.

Jordan raised an eyebrow, "Who the hell are you fucking?"
Brown quickly explained, "I said them, no, I didn't say anyone."

Bird and his crew weren't ordinary people either.

Jordan paused for a moment, then suddenly reached out and patted Brown on the shoulder, saying with empathy, "You're right!"

Now, in comparison, Jordan feels that these old bastards are more annoying than Brown.

Brown felt a pang of guilt and said, "Sir, I'll pass you the ball more often."

After saying that, he decisively made his escape.

The competition began at 7 p.m.

The starting lineup for the Western Conference is Webber, Duncan, Garnett, Kobe, and Francis.

In the East, Brown led the starting center lineup, followed by Antoine Walker at power forward, then Jordan, Iverson, and Kidd.

Jordan initially thought Brown was just being polite, but he didn't expect him to actually mean it.

Brown leaped and snatched the basketball from Garnett's feet.

Iverson dribbles the ball and attacks first.

He went straight for Kobe in a one-on-one match.

The cheers at the scene were so loud they almost lifted the ceiling off.

The two of them are the main characters today.

Last year in Washington, with a 22-point deficit, Iverson led the team in a comeback, but with 8 seconds left, Kobe made a turnover, Duncan missed a shot, and the team lost in Washington.

But Kobe successfully avenged his loss in last year's Finals.

In addition, Kobe's father exposed Kobe's disrespect towards him, so now the whole of Philadelphia knows that Kobe is a jerk.

When Kobe appeared in his previous introductory show, the entire arena erupted in boos.

Iverson shrugged his shoulder, pretending to drive, then pulled back instantly, pulled up and shot.

Kobe didn't lose his position at all; his defense was impeccable.

The basketball hit the hoop.

Under the basket, Brown instantly moved his feet, blocking Duncan behind him, and then leaped up to grab the rebound.

In the All-Star Game, the inside players were all supporting roles, and Duncan didn't play very seriously.

Brown, after grabbing the offensive rebound, didn't immediately jump up for a dunk. Instead, he turned and passed the ball to Jordan.

Jordan was stunned for a moment when he received the ball.

No, you're actually passing the ball to me!

Jordan took a step to the side, avoiding Garnett, and pulled up for a shot.

With a loud thud, it still didn't go in!

As Jordan took the shot, Brown squeezed into the paint again, spread his arms to block Garnett, and, aiming for the ball's landing point, leaped again to grab the offensive rebound.

Then, he managed to lob the ball to Jordan, even through several people.

Jordan was completely bewildered; the ball felt a little too hot to handle.

Is this appropriate?

The commentators on the sidelines were Bill Walton (Red Giant), Steve Jones (Seabream), and NBC commentator Marv Albert.

"What is Kwame doing?" Steve Jones was completely baffled.

He grabbed two offensive rebounds but refused to dunk them, insisting on passing them to Jordan instead.

Bill Walton's lips were pursed, but he couldn't suppress his smile.

Marco Albert said in a strange tone: "Before the game, Kwame said he was happy to play against Michael and that he would pass the ball to Michael. My God, that kid is great."

In the end, Albert couldn't resist cracking a joke.

The three of them restrained themselves somewhat.

But Bird, standing on the sidelines, didn't hold back and immediately stood up and shouted, "Michael, damn it, make the shot! Don't let this kid's good intentions go to waste!"

In short, the stimulation nearly made Jordan lose his temper.

After making the pull-up jumper, he wanted to give Brown a piece of advice.

Kid, can you stop passing me the ball?

I know you want to thank me and tell everyone that there's no problem between us, but there's really no need for that.

(End of this chapter)