NBA, Yao Ming is back!

McGrady was completely stunned.

That was his own pull-up jump shot. Unless he could anticipate it and know exactly where he was going to shoot, how could he possibly block it?

You should know that the jump shot is one of the hardest shots to block.

I am already over two meters tall.

In addition, he has an excellent wingspan.

Aside from being lucky enough to be surrounded and blocked by several people, this was the first time I blocked it when facing someone one-on-one.

McGrady felt a little dizzy.

He looked at the tall Eastern man who had walked to the three-point line, ready to launch another attack, and felt a strange, indescribable feeling.

"What are you doing! Guard the path to the basket, stick to him!"

"You're the number one team in the nation, and you lost to a high school team! It makes American high school basketball look bad!"

"Yeah, you have to help American basketball hold its own, Trish!"

McGrady: ...

That's just how McGrady is; his mental fortitude has never been top-notch, which is why he struggles to perform well in the playoffs.

This doesn't mean he can't play well; it's just that when the game is close and the score is tied, it's difficult for him to break through.

How could Yao Ming, who has been McGrady's teammate for so many years, not know this?

Back then, he genuinely believed that this guy in front of him was on par with Kobe, and that there was no need for him to join the Lakers and team up with Kobe.

Of course, we all know how it turned out.

But that's all...

Even after you retired, you still thought you couldn't team up with me and insisted on clinging to that fat guy's coattails.

That's not very manly; you're the boss.

Brother, how can you say it's my fault? It's not like I didn't try my best.

You need to understand that it will be very difficult for you to get past the first round.

Without you, the first round wasn't so bad.

Didn't I lead a team before?

If I had known this would happen, I would have done it.

At the beginning.

I have to be the boss.

Some people's personalities.

He's not cut out to be a leader, and it's a pity he realized this too late.

If we could do it again...

I will definitely try my best to be your older brother from the very beginning.

Just be a good boy, Maddie.

Now, the opportunity has arrived.

Maiddy, let's start dividing up the King and Queen here.

McGrady, no, McGrady got nervous.

His initial stunned silence and disbelief had transformed into tension. This indicates that he had previously relied on his overwhelming talent and rarely entered a state of intense anxiety.

This also makes him extremely strong when he's winning, incredibly ruthless when he's playing against weaker opponents, and remarkably good when there's no pressure to win or lose.

But once the two strong forces clash, a fierce battle is needed, and ruthlessness is required.

It's not that he couldn't offer any help, it's just that...

You know you can't just poke all the way through.

If you can't get to the bottom, it's no good, it's not manly.

Real men go all the way in one go.

Make the other person kneel down and beg for mercy.

Unfortunately, McGrady couldn't do that, so his most sensible approach back then was to stay with Carter.

Be the second-in-command.

He should really be like Pippen; he's prone to injury, and when he's the main player, it's hard for him to achieve great things.

When Pippen led his team, they managed to make it to the second round of the playoffs.

Can you do it?

That's not even as good as Master Pi.

Besides, even if you switch teams, you still won't be able to perform well.

Listen to my advice.

Be honest and straightforward.

Don't be the boss.

"Tracy, do you know?"

At this moment, Yao Ming looked at McGrady, wondering whether he was an old comrade-in-arms for so many years or just wanted to help him recognize his own position.

"If there's another chance to play ball together."

"I want you to be my brother."

"Because you... lack resolve."

"You're not ruthless enough at striking iron."

As soon as Yao Ming finished speaking, McGrady stepped back, preparing to defend against Yao Ming's drive inside.

After all, he scored the first few goals like that.

Yao Ming is outside the three-point line.

He suddenly raised the basketball above his head.

In McGrady's dreamy eyes, it transformed into the image of a free male god.

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Basketball is just that ruthless.

In a situation that no one expected.

He took a three-pointer from the top of the arc.

This kid can shoot threes too?

His three-point shooting is a bit soft.

How can a big guy shoot threes? That's a bad habit.

That was almost everyone's thought the moment he made his move.

What are the current global basketball trends?

It's best to move towards the basket.

But Yao Ming, who knows the history of basketball, is well aware that big men can also shoot long-range shots.

Even in this era.

When everyone is keeping their positions relatively open, you can launch a surprise attack.

You can easily kill your opponent.

For example, right now.

A three-pointer counts as two points.

Trish.

The top high school student?

Don't you know that besides playing Warcraft, what I, Yao Ming, like most is playing against you so-called top high school students?

Chandler was the previous one.

You could be next!

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The basketball pierced through the net.

McGrady: !

Little Nelson: !

Odom: !

They all stood still.

Everyone knows you're amazing, but what's going on when you directly beat the number one high school student in the US?

You mean you're an outsider who comes here and doesn't follow the rules, and just wants to be the boss right away?

The atmosphere suddenly became a little strange.

A three-pointer counts as two points, so Yao Ming has already won outright.

The referees looked at each other, seemingly wondering what other way they could salvage the situation.

However, the victory was too decisive, without even any physical contact, making it impossible for him to call a foul.

In other words, he didn't read many Maddie comics.

He could actually shout something here—

He crossed the line.

I caught it out of the corner of my eye!

Since there's no replay system in this situation, why not just let him say what he wants?

Wheat just doesn't understand the tricks of the trade.

"Hahaha, this kid's good! He beat the number one high school player in the whole country! Great, great!"

"This trip was definitely worthwhile!"

Bill Lambiel laughed heartily, making no attempt to hide it. He was rich and menacing, so he didn't care about such things at all. His laughter echoed throughout the entire stadium.

But there was only his laughter.

Seeing the referee still hesitating, Bill Laimbeer stood up, snatched the whistle from the referee's neck, and blew the whistle.

"It's over, he won."

"Little stick, remember to eat more. You're beating around so much, do you think you're dancing?"

After saying that, he completely ignored McGrady next to him and shoved him aside.

They gave the winning trophy to Yao Ming.

"Kid, you're really something. I can tell you have the potential to be a blue-collar villain. The Pistons welcome you."

Yao Ming: ...

Blue-collar workers? Who the hell is a blue-collar worker?

I'll reopen, and you want me to be a blue-collar worker?

You've gone too far!

Besides, your Pistons don't have that draft position.

"And while we're at it, let's also have a go at that black braised egg."

"Let me tell you a secret, I love how black braised eggs look when they do layups..."

Suddenly.

Yao Ming.

This is a Chinese name.

It began to appear in American sports newspapers.

Although he was just a high school student and didn't get much media coverage, he did indeed defeat McGrady.

This was the first time I became famous in the United States.

Meanwhile, someone was eating a sandwich and lamenting that there weren't many honest women in Indiana who wouldn't cheat you out of your money.

This silly guy almost bit his tongue while flipping through the newspaper.

???

Why does the face in this photo look so familiar?

Is it that Asian guy at the airport?

He... he used to play ball!

Furthermore, he scrolled down to the last sentence of the report, which clearly stated—

Yao Ming is a likely pick.

The Little Green House.

Draft comparison: Ralph Sampson.