Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 92 Sincerity is a knife, every cut draws blood
A phone call took place around eleven o'clock in the evening, and Tim Grover was called to Jordan's luxurious villa covering 2.5 acres in the wealthy area of ​​Potomac.

When Grover found Jordan, he was stunned.

"Michael, what are you doing?"

Grover exclaimed in disbelief.

Jordan was doing sit-ups in the villa's spacious gym, sweating profusely.

"What do you think I'm doing?"

Jordan asked angrily, not stopping.

The tone is wrong, very aggressive!

And when he came in just now, Grover saw a woman's figure flash by.

It certainly wasn't Juanita.

Juanita still lives in Chicago with her children.

Then Grover didn't understand. It was so late and there was a strange woman in the villa. It was the perfect time for a night of love, but he ignored the beauty and went here to exercise.

"Wait a minute, even if you want to train, you have to follow the plan."

Grover called Jordan off.

Jordan then stopped, breathing heavily.

"Tim, do you know how many points that kid scored?" Jordan suddenly asked without waiting for Grover to ask.

really!

Grover cursed inwardly, thinking it must be because of that kid Brown again.

He had advised Jordan before.

Forget it.

Just play deaf and dumb and ignore what the reporter says.

The bigger your reaction, the more excited the reporters will be!

But it's no use saying it, Jordan won't listen.

"How many points?"

Grover asked with a sigh.

"32 points!"

Jordan snorted, his eyes filled with anger.

"so much?"

Grover exclaimed.

When Brown scored 29 points in his debut, Grover thought it was exaggerated.

The result is 32 points?
The key point is that yesterday, Jordan just scored 31 points, and the media and newspapers were all praising him.

It is said that he is still strong and healthy, and after returning after many years, he is still the omnipotent god!

Jordan is in high spirits.

Well, Brown scored 32 points in a flash.

It happened to be 32 points, 1 point more than 31 points.

What? Just to show that you are a little better than Jordan?

No wonder Jordan was so angry.

After a moment of silence, Grover said, "Maybe it's just a coincidence. Don't think too much about it."

People are just strong.

And to be honest, even Grover himself found it unbelievable.

The Pacers' inside line is not weak, and Brown was able to score 32 points. There are not many rookies as strong as him.

"What a coincidence?"

Jordan snorted coldly. Although he hadn't watched the game video yet, he had a hunch that it was definitely not just a coincidence.

"And Isaiah, that bastard, actually said I had poor vision, that I was just good at playing basketball and shouldn't be in management. Fuck, he's a piece of shit!"

When talking about Isaiah Thomas, Jordan became furious again and started talking trash.

Grover silently rolled his eyes.

Oh my god, I almost forgot that the Pacers' head coach is Thomas.

"He's always been like that. When has he ever said anything good about you?" Grover advised.

You two are enemies, you know that.

"And Bird!"

Jordan wasn't satisfied with scolding Thomas. He gritted his teeth and said, "Larry predicted before the game that Brown would definitely score more than 31 points. Damn it, you still dare to say that Brown didn't do it on purpose?"

"And do you know what he said next?"

"He said I scored too few points and it would be easy for Brown to catch up. He said if it was him, he would score 50 or 60 points, and Brown would not be able to catch up even if he wanted to."

Larry Bird succeeded in showing off, so he naturally wouldn't give up the opportunity to brag about it.

He was so excited about the bragging that he even criticized Jordan and acted pretentiously again.

Grover shook his head secretly.

Thomas, the enemy, forced King Bird.

It will be so lively after the game!

"What about Brown?" Grover asked as he sat down.

He remembered that Brown was now avoiding.

It would have been fine if Brown wasn't mentioned, but once he was mentioned, Jordan got excited again.

"This kid actually said he wanted to thank me in person after the game?"

Jordan became increasingly angry as he thought about it, and he erupted in curses: "Damn it! He actually said he wasn't mad at me, thanked me for picking him first, said he regretted not being able to play with me, and didn't blame me for trading him?"

"Fuck, look how hypocritical he is!"

"Really Tim, I misjudged this guy. He came here on purpose to disgust me."

Grover blinked.

"Michael, are you sure?"

"Maybe that's what he really thinks. It's really because of you that he became the number one pick. And he didn't say anything bad about you because of being traded, did he?"

In public, Brown has never complained about being abandoned or traded by the Wizards.

In Grover's view, everything was instigated by the media and Jordan was just imagining things.

"You might really just be overthinking it."

What? You won’t be satisfied until someone swears at you in front of reporters?

I guess you will be even angrier then.

And Grover felt that if he stood in Brown's shoes, he would also feel wronged.

I scold you and you are unhappy.

I'm not scolding you, I'm thanking you very much, but you're still angry.

So what do you want me to do?
"Am I overthinking it?" Jordan widened his eyes and laughed out of anger.

Anyway, he was furious when he found out what Brown said.

I felt so depressed that I wanted to vomit blood.

Because tomorrow there will definitely be reporters coming over and asking me what I think about what Brown said.

Then how do you respond?

Said you shouldn't thank me, you should scold me.

Can not be done!
Not only could he not get angry, he also had to pretend to say nice things, praising Brown for being polite and telling him you're welcome.

I have to praise him for his excellent performance.

Look, you can get 32 ​​points, which is 1 point more than me.

When Jordan thought about the scene he would encounter tomorrow, he felt as nauseous as if he had swallowed a handful of flies.

Grover fell silent.

It feels like what happened between Jordan and Donovan before.

You lose, you're angry.

He forced them to play another game, but ended up losing again.

You can’t be so domineering!
Grover really felt that if Jordan also learned from Brown and played dead, as if the incident had never happened, the reporter would have forgotten about it after a long time.

But you insist on competing.

You deserve to be angry.

"Tim, you have to help me!" Jordan vented his anger and said in a deep voice.

He sat back down, grabbed the barbell, and continued doing crunches. "I have to get my body back in shape," he said. "On December 1st, there's still a month until we play the Magic."

"I can't let that kid score more points than me and then come over to me and say thank you!"

The media is keeping an eye on this game.

Brown himself said that he wanted to thank me in person.

So what if I play terribly in that game?

Then Brown scored dozens of points, ran over to him with a victorious attitude and humbly said thank you. When Jordan thought of that scene, he felt like he was having a brain hemorrhage.

It was so frustrating, just like when Bird told reporters that if he scored 20 points in the next game, he would retire and become a truck driver, but in the end he only scored 19 points.

Only then did Grover understand why Jordan called him over so late at night and why he was hiding here for crazy training.

Is this the breakfast club turned into a late-night snack club?

"actually……"

Grover still wanted to persuade Jordan.

Why make things so difficult for yourself?

You are 38 years old, why are you competing with a 19-year-old kid?

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Jordan.

"And you." Jordan pointed at Grover and said, "Think about Townsend. Brown was trained by him. If Brown had won that game, would that mean you're not as good as Townsend?"

When Jordan mentioned Tang Sen, he felt a toothache again.

"Huh, how does this involve me?" Grover's eyes widened.

Tang Sen and I are doing fine, nothing happened.

But seeing Jordan's reaction, Grover knew that no matter how he tried to persuade him, it would be useless.

"Get up," Grover said.

Jordan was stunned and asked what was going on.

"Go back to sleep." Grover sighed, then said, "I'll wait for you at the gym at five o'clock tomorrow morning."

Now that it has come to this, the breakfast club has no choice but to start up again.

Damn it, I have to get up before five again.

Jordan nodded fiercely.

And he felt that it couldn't just be him, the other team members had to train as well.

No matter what, I must not lose the game on December 1st, and I must score higher than Brown.

Only then could I pat Brown on the shoulder with a smile and tell him, kid, you still have to practice!
……

Regardless of whether Brown's sincerity is true or not, at least it looks good.

Many media outlets reported on the incident, praising Brown for being polite and grateful.

It can be considered as earning some impression points.

But Brown didn't care about these things, as he was facing his first back-to-back away game in his career.

Although Cleveland is not far from Indianapolis and only takes an hour by plane, the long journey and continuous high-intensity games still had a certain impact on Brown's condition.

But just as Rivers thought, Brown's current playing style has a very high ceiling.

Therefore, despite being tired, Brown still played for 31 minutes and contributed a double-double of 19 points and 13 rebounds.

Didn't fight for long.

Mainly because the game was spent early.

The rebuilding Cavaliers have a clear goal: the No. 1 pick.

In the end, the Magic defeated the Cavaliers 94 to 71, with a 23-point victory.

After this game, the Magic started with three consecutive wins and are temporarily ranked first in the Eastern Conference.

So much so that when they returned to Orlando the next day and were about to say goodbye as they came out of the airport, Ewing actually grabbed Brown and wanted to talk to him.

Grant saw this and warned, "Patrick, that's enough. Don't teach Brown a bad lesson."

After the Wizards defeated Digital Man yesterday, Jordan had no choice but to accept an interview with reporters.

How could the reporters possibly let him go? They were just waiting for his response.

Jordan had a dark face throughout the whole time. No matter how the reporters asked, he did not mention Brown. He just scolded Thomas harshly and said that next time he met the Pacers, he would make him taste the feeling of sitting on the sidelines and watching the team lose but being powerless.

Ewing was so happy that he pulled Brown aside and talked a lot.

So Grant thought Ewing had come up with another bad idea.

"Who taught him bad things? I want to talk to him about something serious." Ewing glared at Grant and pulled Brown aside.

But when there was no one around, Ewing hesitated and didn't say anything.

"Sir, what do you want to say?"

Brown asked curiously.

Ewing gritted his teeth and said, "Brown, your trainer, Don, is he free now?"

Brown was stunned and didn't quite understand what Ewing meant.

"I mean, if he's free, I'd like to have some special training with him."

Ewing felt a little embarrassed, but since he had said it, he stopped dwelling on it and said, "I'm already quite old, and I can feel that my physical condition is very poor."

He subconsciously touched the fat on his body.

I'm nearly 40 years old, but I can't get rid of this fat.

"I know he's good at body management. Look, the way he trained you is enough to show his level."

Brown is so strong, and Townsend deserves a lot of credit.

"Brown, we have hope this season, so I also want to try harder." Ewing's tone became deep.

He is already 39.

He said he came here to assist McGrady and help him win the championship.

But in fact, the Magic's lineup is just talk, for fun.

Before the season started, Ewing really didn't think the Magic's lineup could have any chance of winning the championship.

So he calmed down.

Just live it up, fight when you have the energy, rest when you don't.

I'm already this old, and since I don't have that fate, I'd better stop daydreaming.

But after the season started, Ewing changed his mind.

The Magic have actually reached the top of the Eastern Conference!
Judging from Brown's performance, who would dare to treat him as a rookie? This is simply like bringing back an All-Star level inside player.

If McGrady grows a little more and combines his inside and outside skills, there might be hope.

There is no hope. Ewing can just lie down and pretend to be dead.

But now that he sees hope, Ewing will never forgive himself if he doesn't give it another try.

The uncrowned king is not a good title!

"Do you understand what I mean?" Ewing asked back.

If you want to fight, you have to keep your body in shape.

It just so happens that there is a great trainer like Tang Sen.

Young Brown couldn't understand the weight of Ewing's words about trying harder, so he just said, "I don't know, but there should be one. Otherwise, I'll ask for you."

Ewing nodded, patted Brown on the shoulder, said nothing, and turned and left.

Brown rubbed his shoulders and felt the weight of Ewing's hands. Faintly, he also saw that there seemed to be some changes in Ewing as he walked away.

Brown took a breath, thought no more, and walked towards the parking lot.

Wesley picked him up.

Go home safely.

Everyone is there.

"Okay, you played well."

Tang Sen praised him and then asked curiously who taught Brown to say that.

Absolutely amazing.

"The key is that what he said was quite sincere. I almost believed it."

Tang Sen knew that Brown looked a bit shy and naive, but being a bit smart didn't mean he was stupid.

This guy is actually very smart.

Just like when answering the reporter's question, he actually knew what to say and he said it well.

Brown smiled embarrassedly and talked about Ewing wanting to have special training with Donson.

"Ewing?"

Tang Sen was a little surprised.

But on second thought, he guessed what Ewing was thinking.

A veteran like him wouldn't fight so hard unless he saw the hope of winning the championship.

"Of course, that's just in time."

Tang Sen also wanted to continue to improve Brown's skills, so he asked him to continue watching Ewing's game videos.

Now it’s great. I can practice with the real person. If I have any questions, I can ask them directly.

And it's not just Ewing, it's also McGrady.

This morning, McGrady sent himself a text message, without asking whether he agreed with Tang Sen's plan or not, but directly asked when he could start training.

Obviously, he is the same as Ewing.

They were all stimulated by Brown's outstanding performance and saw hope for the team to go further.

(End of this chapter)