Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 474 Tell me, do you regret it?

"KD!"

"KD!"

The cacophony gradually dissipated into two simple letters, which, like a torrent, swept through the entire American Airlines Arena.

In the stands, regardless of age, Heat fans, like the vibrant city itself, unleashed an astonishing passion.

On the sidelines, Jordan, Bird, and a host of other faces that Durant had only ever seen on TV were all applauding themselves.

This feeling left Durant somewhat bewildered.

From childhood to adulthood, he has received cheers from people because of basketball.

But it has never been so loud.

Durant just stood there on the sidelines, letting his teammates pat him and yell at him excitedly.

But I couldn't hear what they were saying at all.

Because all I could hear were KD's cheers.

It felt like a moment, yet also like a long time; Durant suddenly smiled, an uncontrollable smile playing on his lips.

This feeling... is fucking amazing!
At that moment, Durant's burning passion for basketball seemed to materialize, erupting like a volcano.

It’s so damn good!

Durant pursed his lips, trying to suppress his inner joy, but he couldn't hide the joy in his eyes.

When the timeout ended and Durant stood in front of him again, Wallace suddenly felt that this kid seemed... different.

The expression on his face seemed to reveal that he was thinking of something wonderful and couldn't hide it.

It's commonly known as "hanging up in the sun".

The ball was passed back, and the moment Durant caught it, the cheers from the crowd rose several decibels.

Durant still arrogantly holds the ball with one hand.

After glancing at Wallace, who looked on high alert, Durant, who had been silent all game without uttering a word, suddenly spoke.

His tone carried a hint of arrogance: "You can't defend against me."

He even slightly raised his head and gave Wallace a "provocative" look.

Wallace was furious at the ambiguous gesture: I know I can't defend against you, you don't need to tell me.

The next moment, Durant launched an aggressive back-to-the-basket move, his spin speed after the contact was extremely fast.

The most important thing is accuracy.

Wallace even suspected that the kid had been practicing his shooting every day for over a year, otherwise how could his shooting be so consistent?

In a flash, without even turning around, Wallace knew the ball had gone in.

It’s 46 points!
Wallace cursed under his breath.

Even if Kobe and McGrady came, they wouldn't dare say they could score this many points against my defense.

The worst part is that this kid is a bit arrogant and even spews trash talk at me.

Your master is still sitting on the sidelines. Didn't he teach you to be humble?

In the next round, the two clashed on the flank.

At this moment, Durant spoke up again, saying, "I'm sorry, I misspoke just now."

Wallace was taken aback.

Apologize?

He glanced at Durant.

His eyes seemed quite clear, and he had an apologetic look on his face, as if he was sincere.

"They were taught by the same master after all," Wallace was about to say when Durant added.

"What I meant to say is that your defense is already very good."

Durant looked at Wallace with sincere eyes, glancing at him for a moment. He felt that, defensively, Wallace was even stronger than the opponents he had faced in training camp, such as James.

Wallace rolled his eyes. "No, can't you talk properly?"

What do you mean by saying your defense is already very good? Don't you think that saying this in the current situation is a mockery of me?

My defense is good enough to make you break your debut record and score 46 points?
Just as he was about to retort, Durant suddenly pulled himself up and rushed out.

Milicic passed the ball, and the moment he received it, he had already jumped and shot.

Durant's explosive power gives him incredible speed, and like Ray Allen, he has been trained to be a quick shooter when catching the ball and making a jump shot.

In a flash, it went in again!

Once he gets the first shot off, Durant rarely misses; his shots are almost as good as if he were in practice.

Watching Durant run away, Wallace couldn't help but mutter "Fuck" under his breath.

Not only was I frustrated, but I also felt that this kid had something wrong with his head.

It felt like he wanted to act big, to show off and be arrogant.

But he couldn't let go of his inhibitions, and it was as if he knew in his heart that doing this was wrong.

He put on a show for himself one minute, and then apologized to himself the next. This kind of split personality is something Wallace has never seen before.

The key is that this kid is really strong. In Wallace's eyes, his apology was like a child who took a Gatling gun, riddled himself with bullets, and then sincerely apologized, "Sorry, I accidentally killed you."

It's so fucking awkward.

But it's awkward and useless.

Wallace still couldn't stop Durant.

Watching him drive to the basket again and score, bringing his total to 50 points, Wallace suddenly felt a pang of emotion.

I even feel sorry for them.

This silly kid must have endured so much hardship to get to this level.

drop!
The final whistle sounded.

Durant's score was also finalized at 53 points!
A number that's terrifying just to think about, especially considering it was his first professional game.

The Heat secured their first win of the season with a score of 116-107.

The stands erupted in cheers.

The substitutes' bench erupted in cheers.

Riley, dressed in Armani, seemed to have forgotten about maintaining his image, clenching his fists and waving them excitedly into the air, muttering something unintelligible.

At this moment, Durant became the focus of attention.

Shaquille O'Neal, known for his ability to liven things up, rushed over, grabbed Durant's hand, and kept gesturing five and three to the cameras that surrounded him, making all sorts of exaggerated expressions on his face, as if he had seen a ghost.

There were also a number of renowned figures.

While clapping, Bird said to Jordan beside him, "Michael, listen to me, go over there and do what I did, and I guarantee you'll be on the front page tomorrow."

He gestured as if he were taking a crown off his head and placing it on Durant's head.

Coronation.

Based on today's performance, Bird feels that Bird is the next Jordan designated by Tang Sen, and Jordan can be considered a thing of the past.

Kareem Abdul-Jabbar and Townsend, who were standing nearby, both turned to look at Jordan.

A urging look in his eyes.

"Why don't you go?"

Jordan gave a haughty snort and turned his head away dejectedly.

He was unwilling, but someone wouldn't let him go.

Stern arrived at the scene.

Stern was simply amazed by Durant's performance.

After searching for Jordan's successor for many years, they finally found him.

Therefore, he has to give him a boost.

As soon as the match ended, he had already arrived at the stadium from his VIP box.

He pulled Durant aside, said some encouraging words to him, and then waved to Jordan. He then put his arms around both of them for a photo.

Jordan only acted arrogantly in front of Bird; he was quite cooperative when taking photos together.

Her smile was also very bright.

After taking the photo together, he pulled Durant aside again.

Looking at the young guy who was a head taller than him but whose face still couldn't hide his youthful innocence, Jordan suddenly felt a pang of emotion.

Jordan opened his arms and hugged Durant, whispering in his ear, "Kevin, this road won't be easy. Good luck."

He has walked this path and knows better than anyone how difficult it is.

If you want to become a god, you must understand how many eyes are looking to you, and that you are destined to be alone, with no one able to help you.

Durant nodded vigorously.

Judging from his expression, he clearly didn't understand the meaning of Jordan's words.

The next moment, he was surrounded by a large number of reporters.

Reporters surged forth.

But the post-match press conference was even more intense.

Lai Li arrived first.

The reporters all stood up.

He sat down and immediately waved his hand.

"Don't say anything yet, let me enjoy this moment."

Riley closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and silently savored the moment.

It was awesome, just like the MVP award ceremony.

But it still felt like something was missing, not quite enough.

The next moment, Riley suddenly opened his eyes, pointed at all the reporters, and said arrogantly, "I want to ask the teams that had a chance to get the number one pick but didn't get it in the end."

"Tell me, do you regret it?"

(End of this chapter)