Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 50 Walking with God
in the hotel.

Tang Sen was surprised to learn that while he was catching up on his sleep, the Wizards had already signed Brown at the speed of light.

"Yes, it's signed."

Connors's face was filled with excitement.

He discovered Brown a few years ago, worked hard to build a good relationship with him, and finally signed a contract with Brown to represent him in the draft.

They invested more money, found a trainer for Brown, built up momentum, and worked hard. Now that the contract has been signed, everything is settled, just like the fruit trees they planted with their own hands, it is finally time to harvest the fruits.

Tabari was also excited.

He couldn't understand the complicated legal provisions, so he just took the contract and read it over and over again.

"That's a good thing, then."

Tang Sen was happy for Brown. Although it was a matter of time, it was still worth celebrating.

From now on, this kid is a real millionaire, no, a multi-millionaire.

However, Tang Sen noticed that the protagonist Brown seemed a little too calm.

Am I too excited?

Tang Sen asked.

"Nothing, I'm quite happy."

Brown shook his head to indicate he was fine.

He said so, but Tang Sen frowned.

After being together for so long, Tang Sen has already known Brown well enough. His reaction does not seem to be a sign of nothing happening.

After Connors left, Tabari excitedly ran to call his family. Only then did Tang Sen have time to grab Brown and ask what had happened?
"It's nothing, just..."

Brown hesitated, then spoke, his young face filled with confusion: "Sir, I just feel like Jordan really hates me."

Not long ago, he was forcibly awakened from his sleep by Connors and then rushed to the Verizon Center.

Brown met Jordan in the president's office on the second floor of the arena.

This was the first time the two met after the draft.

Brown, who was full of excitement, was first met with indifference from Jordan.

Jordan didn't even say a word of courtesy, he just threw a contract over to Brown and asked him to sign it.

There's not much to say about the contract itself, it's a standard rookie contract, 1723 million for 4 years.

But Jordan's attitude made Brown feel a little scared.

In his words, he just felt that the look was cold and fierce.

After signing, Brown was pulled by Jordan in front of a group of reporters like a puppet.

It was not until this moment that Jordan smiled. He hooked his arm around Brown's shoulder and told reporters with a smile that he was glad that the team finally got Brown.

He also praised Brown's excellent performance in the tryout, saying that he is the best player among this rookie class, extremely talented, and the future hope of the Wizards.

He even said that he would do his best to train Brown, and would train with Brown during this offseason and pass on his experience to Brown.

"But as soon as we got backstage, his expression changed immediately. When he let go of my arm, I felt like he was disgusted with me." Brown looked distressed.

The young heart is ignorant and sensitive, and he can feel Jordan's attitude.

That look, those actions, all revealed undisguised disgust and hatred.

Brown rubbed his cheeks hard with his big hands, and the idol filter in his heart was shattered.

Although Jordan said that he would never choose him even if he had the chance to choose again a hundred times, deep down, Brown still hoped that those were just Jordan's angry words, and that he would eventually recognize him through his own efforts.

Not to mention that this is Jordan, his idol.

But now, all these enthusiasm and fantasies have been poured down with a bucket of cold water by Jordan.

Tang Sen sighed, patted Brown on the shoulder and said soothingly, "It's okay. Everyone has a bad-tempered boss. As I said before, ignore the outside voices and work hard to make yourself strong inside. Okay, don't think about it anymore. Today is your good day, be happy."

Having said that, Tang Sen still found it a little unbelievable.

Do you really dislike it so much that you don't even bother to put on a show?

Brown hummed, his mood improving slightly.

Celebration is celebration, but training cannot stop.

Tang Sen originally thought that Jordan's statement about training with Brown was just a polite remark, but he didn't expect that this guy was serious about it.

Five o'clock in the morning the next day.

Jordan arrived at the Verizon Center in his luxury business car.

When entering the door, he rolled down the window at the right time and waved to the reporters waiting outside the parking lot entrance.

However, when he entered the parking lot and got out of the car, Jordan cursed loudly.

I haven’t gotten up so early in years!

A young white man who got off the bus with him couldn't help but laugh and jokingly said, "Michael, the reporters have already taken pictures, so why don't we just find a place to catch up on some sleep?"

There are not many people in this world who dare to make fun of Jordan to his face.

Tim Grover is one.

Jordan curled his lips and said, "Tim, you know what? That damned brat actually imitated me. It's hilarious. I have to let him know who's the boss!"

The Breakfast Club was something he had started and became famous because of him. Brown's imitation was like showing off his skills in front of Guan Gong, in Jordan's eyes.

"And I have to prepare for my comeback, Tim, you have to help me." Jordan said again, shaking his head vigorously, and then he felt a little more sober.

I slept too late last night and my legs feel a little weak.

Grover nodded and glanced at Jordan's chest again: "Are your ribs really okay?"

In fact, as early as the beginning of the year, Jordan had already planned to make a comeback and had undergone three months of special training.

Unfortunately, he met Artest, a young and inexperienced man, who broke two of Jordan's ribs with one elbow.

There is no choice but to take a rest.

And with this break, all three months of hard training would have been in vain.

Up to now, I have only been recuperating for more than two months.

"I'm fine." Jordan snorted coldly and forced himself to go to the training ground.

Sure enough, I saw Tang Sen warming up with Brown.

Grover nodded secretly. He knew that getting up at five o'clock to train was not an easy task.

But Jordan's eyes were somewhat complicated.

Logically, you should be happy when someone imitates you and pays tribute to you.

But the scorer!
If it were famous stars like Kobe and Iverson, Jordan would feel honored.

But Kwame Brown?
Jordan just thought it was ridiculous for a little kid who didn't know what he was talking about.

Are you and I the same kind of person?
But it's not a good idea to vent this anger on Brown.

Looking around, Jordan found someone to vent his anger on.

Where's Kevin Johnson?

You lazy bastard, didn’t Collins ask you to cooperate with Brown in training? Where is he?

He pulled his cell phone straight out of his bag and called Johnson.

You idiot, I got up at four o'clock and you dare to slack off!

After receiving the call and being scolded, Johnson was completely stunned.

No, I got up early and you scolded me, then I didn’t get up and you scolded me again!

Johnson was so angry that he wanted to quit his job. Whoever wants to serve this boss can do it.

Jordan, who was angry, felt a little relieved and asked Grover to start training.

Grover was stunned and asked Jordan if he didn't even say hello.
At a training ground.

"I say hello to him?" Jordan's eyes widened.

I showed up, but these two bastards didn't come up to say hello right away. Instead, they asked me to say hello first. Am I shameless?
In his heart, he had already silently labeled Brown as a person without manners.

These young people of the new century are free and outspoken, and Jordan just doesn't like them.

In the early years, if a rookie dared to ignore the veterans of the team like this, he would be beaten!
Just as he had this thought, Brown finished a set of warm-up exercises not far away and walked over with Tangsen.

"Good morning, sir." Brown said timidly.

After experiencing the signing scene, Brown was a little afraid of Jordan.

Tang Sen also said hello, but his eyes fell on Grover.

Tim Grover, a legend in the trainer world, a real boss!

Jordan's mood did not improve when Brown came up to say hello. In fact, he felt even worse when he saw Brown avoiding his gaze.

Giving up Hill only to get this kind of guy?

He took off his coat and threw it aside, pointing to a basketball hoop in the distance and commanded, "Go, get a ball, and come warm up with me."

A condescending tone.

Brown glanced at Tang Sen quickly and left quickly.

It’s said to be accompanying, but in fact it’s just picking up the ball.

Jordan moved around a bit and started shooting, while Brown squatted under the basket, constantly picking up the ball and passing it.

Tang Sen frowned secretly.

Isn't it about accompanying Brown in training and passing on all his experience?

So this is how you accompany someone, right?
And doing so will delay Brown's training.

Seeing that Grover beside him was unmoved, Tang Sen thought for a moment and simply walked forward.

"Let me do it."

Tang Sen grabbed the ball and told Brown to practice by himself.

Training cannot stop, and Jordan cannot slack off, so he can only sacrifice himself.

Unexpectedly, Jordan did not catch the ball passed by Tang Sen, letting the basketball roll away, and then stared at Tang Sen coldly.

"Who are you? Did I tell you to pick up the ball?"

The tone of Jordan's voice made Tang Sen, who had just bent down and picked up a ball to pass the ball, suddenly have the urge to throw the ball directly in Jordan's face.

(End of this chapter)