NBA, Yao Ming is back!

The plane landed smoothly at Indiana Airport, and the cacophony of voices and foreigners' dialects immediately filled the air, instantly evoking the atmosphere of 1990s American streets.

Alika, I, Hu Hansan, am back!

I shouted in my heart.

Yao Ming carried his simple luggage and slowly walked out of the terminal.

I'm getting ready to go to the Nike training camp with Liu Wei.

It was supposed to be an ordinary trip, and I didn't expect to run into any acquaintances.

With his current height and build, he's a giant walking landmark wherever he goes, making it hard for passersby not to notice him.

But Yao Ming didn't care about the stares at all. He was used to the attention his super tall figure attracted in his past life, and his thick skin had long been honed to perfection.

He never imagined that his love, hate, and grudges would meet here ahead of time in this era.

Because at this very moment.

A person walked in.

The person walking into the airport...

They are also very tall.

Liu Wei, who was standing next to this person, didn't recognize him, but he certainly did.

He was the man later known as the Stone Buddha, Deng Mei.

Tim Duncan?

Duncan was leisurely strolling around, completely relaxed. He came here purely to unwind and relax, away from the cutthroat competition and drama of the basketball world.

After all, he was so popular that the entire league tanked for him.

He just wants some peace and quiet right now, to travel with his friends, and to see if he can find any honest, good girls.

As the hottest rookie in the NCAA right now, his 2.13-meter height and broad, solid interior frame make him stand out wherever he goes.

Having always been a head taller than others, Xiao Deng was used to people looking up at him.

How popular is Duncan this year?

Looking across the entire NBA, any team that fails to make the playoffs goes completely mad. In order to snatch the top draft pick, everyone turns on acting mode, deliberately losing games and tanking in the regular season. The level of competition is simply outrageous.

Others are scrambling to get tryouts, gain exposure, and generate buzz, all in the hopes of getting a higher draft pick.

Duncan was the only one who won by default; the number one draft pick had already been reserved for him, so there was no need for any fancy maneuvers.

Whether it's the Spurs or Red Auerbach.

They all specifically requested him.

Of course, other teams are the same; who wouldn't want Duncan?

Even if you were Danzi, he would still want him.

This is the whole league's way of tanking.

Only that fat guy who was greeted with complete indifference by everyone else has received this kind of treatment.

As he walked, a figure inadvertently entered his field of vision.

That's something he can't avoid seeing even if he doesn't want to.

because.

That figure is incredibly tall.

Among the crowd, his figure was too conspicuous, a presence that could be described as a dimensional attack.

His height far exceeded that of ordinary people, his shoulders were broad and sturdy, and his limbs were well-proportioned and smooth. He just stood there quietly.

It makes all the passersby around her look petite and delicate.

This small and exquisite thing may also include oneself.

Duncan has seen many basketball giants in his life, including dominant centers from top universities and muscular players from professional leagues...

He has encountered all sorts of large, imposing figures.

But this was the first time he had ever seen someone with a physique of Yao Ming's.

Especially when passing each other.

At this moment, the stone Buddha, which had been looking down upon all living beings for years, was forced to raise its head.

The absurd height difference left Duncan completely bewildered.

I was internally ranting and raving, and my worldview was almost completely shattered.

In his fixed mindset, Asian basketball has always been on the fringes, focusing on a small, quick, and agile style of play, relying on skill and speed, and simply cannot produce super big men of this size and height.

Today was quite an eye-opener; I stumbled upon an Eastern monster that defied all common sense.

Duncan noticed Yao Ming immediately, and Yao Ming noticed Duncan immediately as well; there was no one taller than the two of them in the entire airport.

It's hard not to fall in love at first sight.

However, Yao Ming is not flustered at all now. He has repaired all the physical shortcomings of his previous life one by one. His hearing loss has been completely cured, the nutritional deficiencies in his childhood development have been made up in advance, and he has also unlocked a historical level of physical fitness that surpasses Chamberlain.

Today, his foundation is so solid that he has the confidence to face any legend.

Besides, he was going head-to-head with Duncan.

Putting everything else aside, if Duncan were to play against himself, his shooting percentage would drop even lower than that of a certain Los Angeles blacksmith. His true shooting percentage and effective field goal percentage would be even lower...

If you weren't afraid in your past life, what is there to be afraid of now?

Yao Ming remained calm, carrying his luggage and walking steadily forward. He noticed Duncan looking at him from ahead, but simply raised his hand and nodded politely in acknowledgment.

He didn't expect that his actions would have such a huge impact on Duncan.

Duncan slowed his pace subconsciously, and cracks appeared visibly on his perpetually expressionless face.

It seems taller and taller the closer you get.

Holy crap, is this even human?

This is a Titan, isn't it?!

This was the first thing that popped into Duncan's head.

He blinked hard, even wondering if he had been too relaxed on vacation and his brain had gotten foggy from the sun.

Yao Ming left without looking back, but Duncan turned around and looked at the figure.

Once you start looking at it, you can't take your eyes off it.

His gaze was fixed on Yao Ming, scanning him carefully from head to toe.

It's like a human-shaped scanner.

Ok.

A broad and thick frame.

Long limbs.

His posture was clean and neat.

Not an ounce of excess fat.

And that imposing big butt.

He's a top-tier inside player, practically blessed with natural talent.

Duncan became increasingly frustrated as he watched.

What a waste! Absolutely a waste of resources!

With such outrageous static talent, it would be an absolute injustice if he didn't go play basketball.

What are you going to do with it? Go shopping or strolling around? Or make strangers feel anxious about their height?

He couldn't help but imagine what would happen if this guy were standing under the basket and he tried to head the ball up, would he just get bounced away?

Moreover, it leverages its own technological strengths.

Dealing with this kind of person.

It's probably more difficult than dealing with that powerful, fat guy in the alliance.

It won't be much easier.

After all, Duncan's dynamic talent wasn't that exaggerated; even though he was known as the "Flying Devil," that was only in college.

In a place like the NBA where talent is concentrated, it doesn't seem so exaggerated, especially compared to that fat guy.

Someone this tall, putting aside everything else, has such dynamic talent.

It's probably beyond belief without even needing to be tested.

"What are you doing, Tim? Let's go, we'll miss the party!"

His cronies, pushing the luggage, couldn't help but urge Duncan on, who kept turning back. A black basketball star always seems to have a cronies; it's practically a formula.

"He's so tall but he doesn't play basketball, he's nothing special. Tim, let's go."

Also.

No matter how tall you are, you're not a basketball player.

There's nothing we can do about wasting talent.

Ok.

Luckily, he doesn't play basketball.

Duncan was unaware of this.

This figure will soon return to his sight.

As Yao Ming walked past him, he suddenly slapped his forehead.

Oh dear, there's something I haven't done.

They all passed by him.

Why didn't you grab his head beforehand?

After all, there's a legend in the NBA that anyone whose head Duncan scratches will eventually go bald.

If only I had caught one beforehand.

Will the effects rebound?

What a pity, what a pity.

Next time.

We must catch one in advance.

Of course, he didn't know either.

Soon, his name and Duncan's name were on everyone's lips.

This would simultaneously top the trending topics list for American basketball.

Time flies, it won't be more than a few days.