The Point Guard is Here ~

When Fan Xi heard the system prompt.

It was his turn to be shocked.

Stop Michael Jordan's historical achievements? Three consecutive?

Hasn't it been three consecutive championships?

Could it be... he can win another three consecutive championships?

Oh my god.

Can this uncle, who is full of red bloodshot eyes and almost smashing the table with his hands, can win three championships? And is it three consecutive championships?

Isn't this incredible?

However, Fan Xi will not question the authority of this system.

It's just that it won't be easy to stop him from winning three consecutive championships, right?

Fan Xi thought so in his heart, but then immediately looked at Michael Jordan with an 'appreciative and coveted' look. At this moment, in his eyes, Michael Jordan had been divided into various talents.

It's like every part of beef in Pao Ding's eyes...Which piece is delicious?

Jack had already begun to fantasize about what part of his talents should be allocated from Jordan. He was really a greedy little tiger.

Fan Xi didn't realize that his 'frank' covetous vision once again offended Michael Jordan.

Michael Jordan believes that Fan Xi is treating himself as a lamb to be slaughtered and serving his own Chinese food in one pot.

He hates losing.

Especially after losing, this kid deliberately returned what he had said before, and looked at him with such a look.

"OK, that's it for today."

Michael Jordan slapped the table and stood up.

He tried to maintain his own demeanor, trying to make himself look like he was not the kind of person who couldn't afford to lose. But in fact, his eyes and expressions are telling everyone: Jordan is very upset now.

"You are fine, rookie. Have a chance to go to Las Vegas with me." He challenged Fan Xi.

Fan Xi shook his head and rejected him: "I don't like gambling."

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little embarrassing, Ewing quickly came out to ease his cheeks. "Michael, next time I go to Las Vegas with you."

Jordan snorted, he took out the checkbook, wrote a string of numbers and handed it to Ewing.

The gorilla smiled with joy, as if being a groom for the first time.

This is the most money he has ever won in his life. Can you be unhappy?

He was so happy that he turned around and wrote a check for 200,000 U.S. dollars to Fan Xi in order to reward Fan Xi for helping him win money.

Fan Xi chose to refuse at first, and told him that in fact, no matter who opened the card, it was always a jack, and it had nothing to do with him.

But the gorilla is very persistent. What he believes will not change.

Moreover, as a senior gambler, he believes in luck very much. He thinks this is Fan Xi's luck, and if it is replaced by him, it will definitely become another card.

Fan Xi had no choice but to accept it 'reluctantly'.

He decided to use the money to set up an investment company...Anyway, the money is unclear, and even if the investment fails in the future, he has no loss.

The loss is the **** of basketball.

On this night, Ewing's feelings for Fan Xi quickly warmed up. After all, he was a good brother who had gambled together, and he helped Ewing complete an important life ideal: finally he won Jordan once.

It's so cool to win so much.

He doesn't even mind that Jordan's lore and steal the championship in the NCAA Finals.

After all, the next day, he regained the championship from Olajuwon.

And now, winning more than one million dollars from Jordan is real money. For any ordinary family, as long as you don't spend a lot of money, you can live a lifetime without any problems. Doing a little money management can even maintain a livelihood for two or three generations.

The gorilla is called a beauty.

"Jack. You said, can our pair of gorillas and tigers sweep the entire NBA?" On the way back, Ewing said proudly: "Michael Jordan is back. I want to kill him in the Eastern Conference Finals. ."

"It's like we just killed him 3 Qs directly with 4 J's."

Ewing added.

If it was before, Fan Xi would not say anything.

The Chinese, the Golden Mean, don't talk about things that cannot be achieved, and don't express opinions in advance on any risky issues.

But now, when he learned that he triggered the reward mechanism for Legendary Medal players.

Defeating Jordan became a must-have event.

"Of course. We can definitely kill him." Fan Xi said in a firm tone: "Patrick, as long as you can catch 3 jacks, I can become the fourth jack. The smallest flower card can also be the key to victory. ."

Ewing was so proud of the words, he stretched out two fists and patted his chest excitedly.

have to say.

Ewing is indeed the closest human being to the existence of orangutans.

It would not be a good thing for any NBA player to be targeted by Michael Jordan, and it is definitely a terrible thing to be hated by him.

Charles Barkley is sure of this.

When he heard from Jordan's mouth, "This nasty rookie, I really look forward to meeting him on the court soon", Barkley has expertly mourned Fan Xi, the poor little tiger, in his heart.

In Barkley's impression, no one can escape from Michael Jordan's hatred.

Of course, this refers to the basketball court.

On golf courses, or baseball fields, Michael is often a caddie.

What Barkley didn't expect was that when Jordan returned to the hotel, he didn't even go to sleep with the Brazilian Puxi. Instead, he asked the Bull's videographer to send Fan Xi's video email to him. He wanted to watch the rookie's stadium strength overnight. .

The **** of basketball is absolutely serious in basketball, and he definitely puts 100% of his energy into it. Otherwise, it will not be possible to complete the rule of the league as an outside player. It can be said that Michael Jordan is the first person to break the ground.

In the past, he put this energy on Isaiah Thomas, Magic Johnson, Larry Bird and other famous superstars in history.

Now, it is 'green eyes' to Fan Xi.

To be honest, the Bull's videographer was stunned.

They originally thought that the first thing Jordan did when he returned was to study the Rockets and his old rival Olajuwon. Even if you want to study the new generation of stars, shouldn't they engage in the two successors Hill and Hardaway?

Fan Xi, little Jack, how can Ho De, can they deserve Jordan's special attention?

Because of Michael Jordan's special attention, the Bulls management also subconsciously looked at Fan Xi.

I even wondered in my heart: Is it possible that little Jack, the most questioned rookie, is the most terrifying existence in the 94th session? He is actually a genius boy who is stronger than Hill and Hardaway?

This idea has been passed from person to person in the Bulls uniform group.

After all, there is no rookie who can make the **** of basketball so nervous and watch the video overnight, and there is only one in history.

Can the **** of basketball make a mistake in picking the opponent's eyes?

Late at night.

Three o'clock in the morning.

Michael Jordan lit a cigarette, he vomited several smoke rings, and there was obvious regret on his face.

What did I do?

Actually watched this kid's highlights for most of the night?

In Jordan's eyes, every movement of Fan Xi is a loophole.

In his opinion, Fan Xi's attack level is a high school level.

Although it can be seen from the timeline that Fan Xi's physical fitness has been increasing, even the most recent game...he has nothing to praise.

too weak.

The **** of basketball regrets that he wasted three precious hours of his life, watching such a few things.

Then, he called his Brazil Puxi and asked her to come over, don't waste the middle of the night.

When the **** of basketball started his activities in the second half of the night, Fan Xi was still tossing on the bed.

He has a little insomnia.

Not because Ewing gave him a check for 200,000 yuan. Fan Xi is no longer the kind of country boy who has never seen money.

The reason for his insomnia was that he had a bond with Michael Jordan, and it was still a 'competitive' bond.

Jordan has always been a high mountain in his heart. He used to watch Jordan games in front of the TV. Because of Jordan, he was not even afraid of uncle Van Le's slap.

But now, Jordan actually hates him. They will face each other in their future careers, and they will also break through Jordan's castle, stop him from the possibility of three consecutive championships, and rewrite the fate of the **** of basketball.

This task sounds exciting.

Like a mouse licking a cat.

Fan Xi glanced at his physical attributes and technical package.

The task is quite arduous.

I have to improve faster.

Fan Xi thought so in his heart.

Then the next morning, in the bus to the home of the Atlanta Hawks.

Van Hee took the initiative to move towards the front row. He said to coach Pat Riley: "Sir. Next I want to start and I want to play more time. This is very important to me."

Fan Xi said sincerely.

Pat Riley suddenly heard Fan Hey talking like this, and he didn't react.

Jeff Van Gundy next to him screamed: "You are in such a bad state, do you want your opponent to play us as a sieve? You want to start, you think you are Mr. Riley's son."

Um?

Pat Riley glared at Van Gundy.

"You keep talking." Riley said to Fan Shey: "Why did you suddenly come up with this idea."

"I want to level up."

Fan Xi is very simple: "I want to accumulate more game experience and improve myself in actual combat. I found that I am a combat player and I grow faster in actual combat. When I grow up, I will give the ball in the playoffs. The team is even more helpful."

What Fan Xi said... Uh.

The players on the spot were shocked.

Because everyone thinks so, but no one has ever dared to say that to the coach.

This can even be interpreted as...Coach, you let me play for a while and sacrificed my record to increase the ball and stats for me.

This is usually the operation of those bad teams to cultivate superstars.

But now, Fan Xi is neither the embryo of a superstar, nor is the Knicks a bad team.

How could Pat Riley agree.

Humph.

Competitor Greg Anthony even sneered, thinking that Fan Xi was too naive.

Jeff Van Gundy even said directly: "You really thought you were the son of the head coach. Tell you, even if James Dolan, the son of boss Jim Dolan, comes over, there is no such treatment..."

Van Gundy, the little bald, didn't say anything.

Brother Knicks, a famous New York playboy, James Dolan turned his head back: "What are you talking about?"

Van Gundy had forgotten that his son had come to Atlanta to learn the advanced experience of the Gold Club.

"Why not let Jack start? Jack is an All-Star MVP, a guarantee of ratings, and a focus of pursuit by girls. We are a team and we are a pop culture. The audience can show them what they want. Does the audience look at a middle-aged white man with a bald head and kidney deficiency?"

Van Gundy, who was stupefied by James Dolan, was speechless, and laughed and laughed in the bus.

Van Gundy ended in embarrassment because he mistyped the metaphor.

At this time, something unexpected happened.

Pat Riley raised the volume a little after his voice became quieter, and he told Fan Xi: "Okay. You will start for the next 15 games of the regular season. Each game gives you about 28 minutes of playing time. time."

Pat Riley gave Fan Xi a promise directly.

This is unconcealed partiality, this is pure selfishness.

Charlie Ward and Greg Anthony smelled despair at the same time.

Since the All-Star Game, the two have worked hard and worked hard. In order to break the blood in the starting position, they did their best to show themselves, wanting to make themselves more perfect, more suitable for Pat Riley's tactics, and more catering to the head coach's favor.

They thought they would succeed because they were beginning to overwhelm Fan Xi.

They think that the results of competition will be endlessly biased towards themselves.

But.

Fan Xi KOed them in the simplest way.

He simply walked over and told the coach: Boss, I hope you will be partial to me.

Then Jeff Van Gundy questioned: Who do you think you are? Are you Pat Riley's son?

Then, Patley told everyone in an affirmative tone. Yes, Jack is my godson. I decided to favor him.

Is it even better?

Kill the game directly, OK?

"Thank you, the coach."

After Fan Xi expressed his gratitude, he walked back to his position.

Then there were cheers on the team bus.

The little boss James Dolan stood up and gave Fan Xi a high-five. The gorilla screamed: Great, Jack, this is what you deserve.

Anthony Mason, Starks and Charles Oakley also joined the celebration.

Charlie Ward and Greg Anthony glanced at each other. There was one thing clearly written in their frustrated eyes: We can never be the protagonist.

Fan Xi is a killer of all ages. From the head coach, to the team leader, to the core team, and even the small boss of the team, he belongs to him.

How to compete with him?

Feel free to make a substitute.

The two finally confessed their fate.

You see, sometimes, competition is as simple as that.

When Fan Xi returned to his seat.

Patrick Ewing began to narrate loudly about the fact that he and little Jack won Jordan over one million dollars last night.

When Ewing said that the saliva flew, Charlie Ward subconsciously looked at Pat Riley. He hoped that Pat Riley, who ruled the army strictly, would punish Fan Shey for gambling because of Fan Shey's violation of the curfew.

But Riley remained indifferent.

However, the other players shouted out one by one. Winning Jordan is a matter of honor for the old New York players.

Even the little boss James Dolan joined the discussion.

"Jack, given that you caught the fourth J and killed Michael Jordan's 3 Qs, I decided to reward you with a sports car after returning to New York~www.mtlnovel.com~You are so embarrassing for New Yorkers!!"

Um? ?

When James Dolan said this.

Fan Xi was dumbfounded.

This is also called a long face?

And Charlie Ward and Greg Anthony completely stopped. They realized that... confronting the protagonist against Zhen Te Niang is a grievance.

People ran to bet on a gambling, and the head coach just kept one eye closed. The little boss actually rewarded him with a sports car.

Where does this make sense.

After that, the little Jack had soaked the official's daughter. Isn't he still going to reward him with a suite?