NBA, Yao Ming is back!

After passing by Old Deng, Yao Ming didn't linger.

Carrying simple luggage, he led Liu Wei straight to the training camp venue. The silent, staring contest at each other at the airport was just a minor incident during the trip; there was no need to dwell on it.

After all, the two of them will see each other often in the future, so there's no need for these small talk.

This year's Nike All-American High School Camp is a big deal.

The official organization forcibly merged the long-established Nike Elite Training Camp with the Jordan Flight School Training Camp.

The reason is simple and blunt: Nike is just pandering to Jordan.

Michael Jordan's status in the basketball world today needs no further explanation.

A veritable walking money-printing machine, the league's unparalleled super traffic benefactor.

Having failed to win the regular season MVP award this season, this ruthless man is seething with resentment and his temper is terrifyingly fierce.

Anyone with eyes can see that he's determined to go all out for the championship in the playoffs, aiming to win the title and prove the judges wrong.

Poor Malone, why did you provoke him? If you had given him the MVP, wouldn't you have had a better chance?

The championship is still more valuable.

At this critical juncture, Nike dared not utter a single dissent.

Jordan said he wanted to merge the training camps, so they had to merge.

The outside media lavished praise on him, even referring to him as "Black Jesus."

But everyone in the industry, including the players themselves, knows the truth...

The nickname "Black Braised Egg" truly captures Jordan's soul.

Dark skin.

A round head.

In addition, he has a domineering and explosive temper that explodes at the slightest provocation.

It's just a braised egg.

However, his most common title among outsiders is still "Air Jordan." Since Jordan wasn't coming, they had to invite a retired legend to make things happen; his name is Bill Laimbeer.

Unfortunately, his reputation wasn't good, so not many people paid attention when he came. Of course, he didn't care. He was only there because his own company had a partnership with Nike. Money was no object; he could earn more by lying at home than by playing basketball. His family had already been acquired by a high-leverage company. If he hadn't been idle, he wouldn't have gotten into the cardboard packaging business.

He's too lazy to even come out.

Just for fun.

Liu Wei, who was traveling with me, was so excited that he felt like he could take off the spot the moment he stepped out of the airport.

No young basketball player of this era can escape the charisma of Michael Jordan.

He is the only superstar in the world of basketball.

Even when playing basketball, Liu Wei habitually imitates his idol by sticking out his tongue.

Unfortunately, I couldn't control my tongue and kept biting it. It was only after the pain and numbness that I was forced to get rid of this childish habit.

As Liu Wei walked into the training hall, he kept talking non-stop, his eyes sparkling like stars, a typical fanatic.

"Yao Ming! We're really going to see Jordan later, right?"

"Do you think he could shake my hand? Maybe he could bless me with some good luck?"

Yao Ming listened to the rambling in his ear and could only laugh helplessly to himself.

He understands things better than anyone else.

Liu Wei is currently just an unknown nobody, with absolutely no connection to Jordan and no competition for his interests.

In this situation, Jordan naturally became kind and gentle.

But if they were to stand on the same court and become competitors, everyone would see the true face of this basketball god.

That's an absolute tyrant on the field.

Narrow-minded, vengeful, and extremely intimidating.

To win, we can use any reasonable means.

They might fabricate lies to put pressure on themselves through the media in order to boost their own performance.

That's how twisted he is.

Of course, this applies if a person is abnormal even to themselves.

We can only express our deepest respect.

Serves them right for living such a successful life.

In competitive sports, the winner always takes all.

Jordan's obsession and competitiveness were the secrets to his winning streak in the league.

There's no need to judge right or wrong; winning is the only thing that matters.

After all, choosing the winning path that best suits oneself is an art in itself.

Making black braised eggs is a skill in itself.

Old James's nomadic lifestyle is also a kind of knowledge.

It's all about knowledge.

There's no such thing as a superior or inferior scholar when it comes to academic pursuits, is there?

Yao Ming had a clear plan in mind.

Next season, I will be able to officially face off against Jordan.

He regretted not being able to block Jordan's shot at the previous training camp, and he has kept that in mind ever since.

He pondered in his heart, determined to fulfill his wish this time.

This return to the training camp is a perfect way to make up for what I missed.

Moreover, given his young age and lower seniority, Jordan, out of consideration for his status and pride, couldn't retaliate even if he suffered in silence.

This is a low-cost opportunity to bully the big shots; why not take advantage of it?

While the basketball god is too shy to make a move, I have to go and have some fun.

Of course, it's fine to have a couple of rounds if you get the chance.

The two stepped into the training hall, which was already bustling with people.

The nation's top young talents gather here, and all sorts of future stars can be seen everywhere.

Yao Ming casually swept his gaze across the crowd and immediately spotted many familiar faces.

Shift your gaze two steps to the side and you'll see a high school student with broad shoulders and a thick waist, who looks like he's overflowing with talent—it's Lamar Odom.

Seventeen years old, currently a senior in high school.

This guy has a wide range of talents; he can dribble, pass, and shoot, and he can do a little bit of everything, both inside and outside.

When inspiration strikes, he is a magician.

When he's not at his best, he's like a circus.

Career highlights and outrageous mistakes always happen randomly.

A perfectly talented player, he somehow managed to turn himself into a master of confusion in the basketball world.

Standing right next to Odom, with fierce eyes and a menacing aura, he seemed to dislike everyone. Needless to say, it was Ron Artest.

Now also a senior in high school, his temper is more famous than his basketball skills.

He's all muscle, his physical confrontations are brutal, and his defensive moves are frighteningly large.

This guy never plays with gentleness; he mainly uses close-quarters combat and physical domination.

He would later become a legend at the Palace of Auburn Hills!

His reputation for being beaten is well-established!

However, his reputation for fighting still surpasses his ball skills.

Before Ben could teach him a lesson, he really thought he was invincible.

That volatile temper was impossible to hide; he exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay when he stood in the crowd.

When Yao Ming's gaze swept over, he glared at him fiercely. Yao Ming, on the other hand, didn't care. These days, besides basketball, his favorite thing to do is to practice martial arts, and that's what he's doing now.

If you actually train in combat sports, you'll find that, assuming no difference in physical condition, you can beat someone who hasn't trained...

It's no different from beating a dog.

They're all human punching bags.

Apart from James Jensen, who comes from a future martial arts family, the rest will fight against themselves.

He'll soon understand why he needs to play basketball in this life, instead of fighting in the boxing ring.

There's even Elton Brand, the number one draft pick in 99, here.

Even Battier, with whom he had a good relationship in his previous life, was there.

And then there's Baron Davis and the like, oh my god.

It truly is a training camp teeming with geniuses.

But the one that stands out the most.

During this time period.

It definitely belongs to only one person.

That guy standing there, you can't tell if he's awake or asleep.

And those alluring calves.

Yes, it's you.

Liu Wei followed Yao Ming's gaze, looking completely bewildered.

"Hey Yao, why are you staring at him? Do you know this guy?"

"Why do you look like you haven't woken up yet when you come to training camp? How can you play professional basketball with this attitude?"

Can they fight? Of course they can fight, they're really good at it.

Yao Ming's lips curled into a wicked smile, his cunning mind instantly stirring.

How could I not recognize you?

The man standing before me is none other than Tracy McGrady.

Of course, you can also call him directly by his English name, Tracy McGrady.

He is now officially recognized by USA Today as the best high school player in the United States, with explosive talent and a reputation that resounds throughout the country.

He has now stated that he may not play college basketball.

He might follow in the footsteps of his predecessor, the Los Angeles blacksmith.

Take your talent to the NBA and fix basketball rims.

After all, if Kobe was a blacksmith, then he was definitely more of a blacksmith, especially in Yao Ming's eyes...

If he had Kobe's shooting percentage...

That would be enough to make me laugh myself awake three times over.

Low in the regular season, even lower in the playoffs, Trish, Trish.

I want to learn the Iron Forging Technique.

You really need to open your eyes wider.

Don't say I'm not giving you face.

Anyway, you later complained that I wasn't as good as some big fat guy.

Then I don't need to worry about revolutionary camaraderie.

Ok.

In my previous life, I took down Chandler, the top high school student in the United States.

This lifetime.

now you.

Trish.

Old friend.

You should be clean by now, right?

Come here, come here.

He's about to get stabbed.