Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 31 This kid took stimulants

"What, a fight!"

The president's office was filled with smoke. Jordan was sitting with his legs crossed and a cigar in his mouth like a big boss. When he heard Higgins' report, his eyes lit up for a moment.

"Who's with whom? Brown and Chandler? Sure, I thought young people nowadays were too bloodless."

Jordan pressed.

For him, a fight between players is no big deal.
That is an opportunity for friendship to be elevated!
Unseld beside him coughed for a while. Although he also felt that fighting was not a big deal, he just had to not attack himself. If he had the guts, he could go after his opponent. Hitting teammates was called being a bully.

But think about it, Brown and Chandler are also direct competitors, so there is nothing wrong with them fighting.

Higgins shook his head. "No, it was Chandler's agent, Schwartz, and Brown's trainer, Don. Don was the first to attack. Schwartz had no chance to fight back and suffered the consequences. He even complained to me a while ago and wanted to call the police to have them arrested."

"Besides, trash."

Jordan snorted.

If you can't win a fight and then call the police, what's the difference between you and a loser?

"I remember now." Jordan exhaled thick smoke rings and said, "Didn't the New York Times report on that guy named Tang, who was Chinese? And the New York Times also called him a liar."

He smiled playfully and said, "Not bad. It seems the New York Times report is true. This kid must have a very hot temper."

The New York Times reported that Tang Sen beat up students.

Higgins thought to himself that now was the time to praise people, and he asked what to do.

It said Schwartz was clamoring to make Tang Sen pay the price.

"What are you dealing with?" Jordan snorted coldly. "It's their fight, not ours. What's it got to do with us? If he wants someone to pay the price, then fight back if you can."

Unseld was at a loss for words and guessed what Jordan would say.

However, this kind of cold treatment is indeed the best option.

"Don't worry about them, just go with the tryout as planned. I'll be there in a minute." Unseld waved his hand, not bothering to care.

Higgins nodded and went out.

"Don?"

Jordan nodded slightly, then suddenly stood up and said, "Let's go check it out. I've suddenly become interested in who this trainer is. The New York Times has reported on it, and Brown's team hasn't fired him yet, which means he's got some talent."

“And it’s from China…”

Jordan's expression was somewhat melancholic when China was mentioned. He then said, "It's a pity the Eastern team wouldn't let him go. Otherwise, if Yao had come to the draft and we had drawn the No. 1 pick, it would have been perfect."

The media outside was in an uproar, but Jordan never took these so-called high school geniuses seriously.

The inside player he wanted was the giant named Yao Ming from the far east.

At the 98 Nike training camp in San Diego, the tall Yao Ming left a deep impression on Jordan.

Of course, Jordan scolded him a lot at that time.

But that didn't stop Jordan from liking this big guy.

And it turned out that his vision was correct. In just a few years, this guy has become an incredibly powerful inside player.

With that height and skills, the Wizards' scouts praised Yao Ming to the skies in their scouting reports.

A few months ago, Higgins made a special trip to China to watch Yao Ming's playoff performance.

After coming back, Higgins said directly that if he got the No. 1 pick, he would just choose him.

Unfortunately, Yao Ming's team offered incredibly harsh conditions: a buyout fee of 3000 million, requiring a player of the same level to be exchanged, and also sending a coach and management team to help the Eastern team rebuild.

Just kidding.

Jordan didn't know whether Paulin would agree, but as proud as he was, there was no way he would agree to such conditions.

And at that time, the Wizards had not yet won the No. 1 pick.

Now that he has really drawn the No. 1 pick, Yao Ming has already announced that he will give up this year's draft.

Therefore, with a genius like Yao Ming in front of him, Jordan really looked down on these high school students.

For example, Chandler.

In 98, at the same training camp, although Yao Ming was scolded by himself, Chandler also went there.

It's not worth scolding yourself at all.

Although Yao Ming was two years older than Chandler that year, the difference in their basketball skills was definitely more than just two years.

Speaking of Yao Ming, Unseld sighed, his face full of regret.

If the Eastern team hadn't asked for too much, he would have found a way to bring Yao Ming to the Wizards. Rushed to the training hall.

The two sides are clearly divided and each occupies one side.

Schwartz's left face was swollen, like a pig's head, and he looked very miserable. At this moment, he was looking at the opposite side viciously.

Tang Sen didn't even look at him. As usual, he did some heavy warm-up exercises, trying to improve Brown's performance in the next physical test.

Jordan's arrival inevitably caused some commotion.

"Michael Jordan, sir, alive!"

Brown carried the barbell and turned his head excitedly.

"Calm down."

Tang Sen scolded immediately.

It's just warm-up training, why are you distracted?

It's that face, I see it on TV every day, it's not unfamiliar.

Of course, Tang Sen himself was also excited, but he managed to control himself.

Brown was really obedient now. He said "oh" and then withdrew his attention. He picked up the barbell and did another squat.

Donson stood up for himself and hit Schwartz. Brown just said that he had to perform hard and completely suppress Chandler.

Schwartz didn't bother to glare at Tang Sen anymore. He quickly pulled Chandler forward and greeted him.

"Behave yourself."

Jordan responded lightly and perfunctorily.

Instead it was Brown.

Not only did he not come over, he was also warming up in a very rigid manner from a distance.

This made Jordan look at him with a higher opinion.

He hated flatterers the most, because in Jordan's view, if you have to flatter others to succeed, you are a waste.

By the way, Jordan's eyes also fell on Tang Sen.

But it was quickly taken back.

No characteristics at all.

Jordan and Unseld came to the sidelines and stood with Doug Collins, who was already balding.

Jordan doesn't care about physical tests at all.

Because the result is obvious.

The advantages and disadvantages of these three high school treasures are clear at a glance.

Chandler is thinner and more athletic, so he is definitely better than Brown in terms of jumping, agility and other athletic abilities.

So the physical test is meaningless. Jordan came here to watch the PK duel between the two.

He thinks of himself as a simple and rough person. To see how good he is, don't look at any scouting report. Just go on the court and play a few balls.

He looked nonchalant and even wanted to pull up a chair and sit down to have a drink.

But when Brown finished the physical test second and all the items were finished, Doug Collins was the first to be confused. He said to Jordan and Unseld with a puzzled look on his face: "That's not right. Why is Brown's physical test result better than Chandler's?"

Brown's advantages are his bigger weight, stronger confrontation, and athletic ability, but he shouldn't be above Chandler anyway.

He can run up and touch 364cm, exactly the same as Chandler.

Agility: 11.32 seconds.
3/4 sprint 3.19 seconds.

Every statistic is better than Chandler.

Doug Collins exclaimed, "What the hell? Brown is 14 kilograms heavier than Chandler."

It's so much heavier, faster and more flexible than you, it must be hell.

"You're kidding me."

Jordan, who was talking leisurely with Unseld, was also suddenly stunned and reached out to take the physical test results.

When I saw it, I was also stunned.

No, this kid Brown must have taken stimulants, how come he is so fast.

(End of this chapter)