NBA, Yao Ming is back!

After dinner.

The main competition has begun.

Hardaway is standing here; he is indeed a fairly well-known celebrity now.

After all, he was the one who stood here in history.

His 20.3 points and 8.6 rebounds per game this season earned him a spot on the All-NBA First Team and an All-Star selection. Stats from this era are still quite valuable; unlike the stat explosion that followed, these numbers are already very impressive.

But when I came over and took a look...

Yao Ming's eyes widened as well: (⊙o⊙)!

What's going on? The guy standing here, Hardaway, is much taller than I imagined.

That's definitely a lot taller; one is only a little over 1.8 meters, while this one is almost 2 meters.

This Hadaway is...

Anfernee Hardaway!?

What happened? Shouldn't it be Tim Hardaway, "Little Bug"? How did it become Penny Hardaway?

Ok?

It seems I've caused some minor changes to the timeline.

It's obvious that Hardaway is much more popular than "The Worm" Hardaway, but in fact, his performance this season is not as good as "The Worm's". The Worm is an All-NBA First Team player and an All-Star, while he is also an All-Star this season, but only a Third Team player.

Moreover, starting this year, he will be plagued by injuries year after year, his stats will continue to decline, and his peak will be his rookie season...

If we say that Old Deng is a positive example.

He is the opposite example.

But in terms of popularity right now, since no one knows that his popularity will decline significantly in the future, his number of fans is definitely much larger than that of "Little Bug" Hardaway.

However, it's currently between the regular season and the playoffs, and the playoffs haven't even started yet. This year, he'll likely deliver his best playoff performance of 31 points, 6 rebounds, and 3 assists, and then... nothing more.

The glory of pennies is gone forever.

When Hardaway was speaking, he immediately noticed an unusually tall man in the audience.

He's definitely taller than that big fat guy I lost this season.

When the topic turned to fat men, he was overcome with sadness.

A young man does not know the value of fish; an old man gazes at fish and sheds tears in vain.

This season, he started leading the team on his own and immediately noticed the difference; the difficulty had increased dramatically.

That's just how people are; sometimes they miss that big fat guy who used to swagger around in the restricted area.

Before?

That's a fatso.

Get lost, don't ruin my performance.

"What's his name? This tall guy," Hardaway asked.

"His name is Yao, and his nickname is The Big Shark."

Little Nelson clearly knows what this nickname means in the NBA, and he also knows that Hardaway couldn't possibly be unfamiliar with it; he did it on purpose.

big……

A great white shark?!

A wave of old memories rushed to his mind, especially the difficulties he faced leading the team this season, which suddenly reminded him of the kindness of Mrs. Niu.

Looking at Yao Ming, one can see that his features have become somewhat refined because of this nickname.

"Don't you think this NBA star keeps looking at you?" Liu Wei nudged Yao Ming in the waist with his elbow and whispered.

Yao Ming certainly saw it, but he didn't know why the man was looking at him like that, since he wasn't familiar with him at all.

Amid cheers, the competition began.

The adversarial groups are as follows:

Red Team: Yao Ming, Nowitzki, Liu Wei, Andrei Kirilenko, and a random player from the Jia A League... I don't remember this guy, probably didn't achieve much.

Blue Team: Gasol, Radmanovic, Navarro, Mehmet Okur, also a background player.

This grouping seems similar, but the blue team is clearly stronger. This is because Kirilenko is only 15 years old, which is too young. In the world of teenagers, each year is a completely different level, and physical development is a hurdle every year.

Therefore, he is also the kind of person that not many people want.

Seeing his pitiful state, Yao Ming let him join his team, and then there were 5 substitutes on each side. The game started like this, lasting a total of 40 minutes.

It is divided into two halves.

Hardaway sat down on the sidelines, watching with interest. Although the people around him were explaining the players to him, implying that the Blue Team was stronger overall, Hardaway...

I feel my gaze is always subtly drawn to that boy named Great White Shark.

If this happened in a romantic relationship, he would definitely be considered a scumbag.

We only realize the value of something when we lose it.

When we were together, we wished we could sleep in separate rooms every day.

But that's just how people are; they don't know how good someone is until they lose them.

If I give him another chance.

Hardaway will definitely try to keep him and prevent the Magic fans from making a ruckus.

Then I wouldn't be in such a miserable situation now, going from a championship contender to... this year's goal is to break through the first round.

But Hardway's thoughts are unknown.

He doesn't want to know now.

He walked over, ignoring the matador-like gaze that Gasol had painstakingly cultivated, the look in his eyes...

He went straight for the Turkish man.

Memet Oku.

Oku felt a chill run down his spine, because he seemed to see eighty-one throwing knives in the eyes of this tall Eastern man.

It was as if he wanted to kill himself at any moment.

I don't think I know him.

When did I offend him?

Just when Okur felt he had lost out to his girlfriend, after the jump ball, he rushed over and demanded the ball.

Behind him was Okur, while Gasol was defending the equally tall Dirk Nowitzki on the other side.

Liu Wei originally wanted to pass the ball to the driver, since the driver had smiled slightly during the 3v3 game, which earned his trust.

I was just about to pass the ball over.

Suddenly I heard a loud shout in Chinese.

"Dawei, what are you doing? Give me the ball!"

"Didn't you see it? Should I get revenge?!"

Liu Wei shuddered.

I thought to myself, "We just arrived in Paris, what grudge do you have against him?"

But even if I wanted to, I still had to pass the ball. I couldn't afford to offend Yao Ming, or my assist numbers would plummet.

Wouldn't that put my position as the assist leader in the training camp at risk?

In his mind, Yao Ming was far more terrifying than Nowitzki.

Yao Ming received the ball and looked at Okur behind him.

I don't know what past scenes came to mind, but she turned around angrily...

I originally planned to give the latter a big braised pork knuckle and a black tiger heart after the turn.

But Yao Ming forgot.

This Okur isn't the Okur who's had so many years of NBA experience; he's still a 17-year-old kid.

How could they withstand a blow from Yao Ming, who had always trained at an NBA level?

Moreover, his physical fitness is now off the charts. During training, he can achieve levels of intensity and volume that he couldn't reach before.

I've long surpassed my former self at this point in time.

So now, this elbow strike is coming...

Given Oku's current build and weight.

Ok.

It's a bit miserable.

It fell straight down to the ground.

When Okur fell to the ground, Yao Ming felt as if he had swung his elbow into thin air.

Instead, it almost lost its balance.

Damn it, get rid of the chairs!

You treacherous Oku!

Take this elbow strike!

But at this point, they weren't removing the chairs at all.

The person was directly swung at by that turn...

They were knocked to the ground.

Moreover, because Yao Ming is now taller, this blow hit Okur's collarbone directly.

This pain is excruciating.

He even thought that if he were any shorter, he might get his neck chopped off.

Just as Oku was marveling that his neck was still intact.

What about people?

He dunked with one hand right under the basket.

When looking for someone from the left and right.

But to their astonishment, there was no one around.

Yao Ming: ? ? ?

There must be no one there, because someone is lying on the ground.

It hurt so much I almost cried out.

However, in this era, this particular incident wasn't actually called a foul.

Since these referees are all from the United States, and the NBA now emphasizes physicality, if these people are going to play in the NBA in the future, they should not go if they cannot adapt to this intensity.

Poor Oku.

There's no humanitarian concern left.

But after he turned around, all the players on the field stared at Yao Ming in a daze.

I just feel...

Is this guy fighting or playing ball? What if he gets hit by that...?

He probably won't be much better off than Oku, who almost cried on the ground.

Only Hadaway, standing to the side, seemed to see the figure of an old friend when he saw this.

I couldn't help but murmur:

"That domineering turnaround braised pork knuckle."

"That brings back memories."

If only life could be like the first time we met.

Fatty.

I miss you.