NBA: My template has no limit

Brad broke his promise; he deceived Dante.

In return, Dante broke the Dante Rules that were applied to him.

Both players, considered as the "Sleeping Dragon" and "Young Phoenix," delivered outstanding performances in the second half.

Brad committed nine turnovers, while Dante responded with eight shots and seven missed.

Richard could only shout at them in despair, further intensifying the high-pressure atmosphere within the team.

So much so that in the final stages, Richard preferred to use the second unit rather than let them come back.

DePaul defeated Mississippi State 97-52, marking the biggest blow since the 96 Madness Class.

Mississippi State was eliminated a round earlier than ever before in history; they could beat Cincinnati, but couldn't overcome DePaul.

DePaul changed the history of Mississippi State, but Iverson did not change the history of Georgetown because of his harsh words.

In the Eastern Conference Finals, Georgetown suffered a crushing 62-86 defeat to the University of Massachusetts, ending their run in the Elite Eight.

After the game, Iverson remained silent and dejected, only showing slight excitement upon hearing that Xu Feng had advanced.

"I will beat him head-on in the NBA, believe me!"

Men are always so stubborn, Barbara wholeheartedly agreed. Joey has been making excuses lately, saying things like the position wasn't right, he didn't eat dinner, he didn't sleep well last night, he has things to do tomorrow...

I don't know if Iverson is alright, but Xu Feng is definitely in trouble; his father has come.

At O'Hare International Airport, a plane from San Francisco to Chicago slowly landed, and among the people disembarking was a tall figure wearing a brown trench coat.

Standing at about 1.9 meters tall, with a straight and slender build and a angular face, he is Xu Feng's father, Xu Guoqiang.

"Hey, my dear son, do you miss me? I flew all the way from home to see you."

Two people will never have trouble finding each other; they just need to find the tallest person in the crowd.

He wrapped his arm around Xu Feng's neck, a stark contrast to his usually serious face, and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, handing it to him.

"Want one? This is a Huazi cigarette; I would never normally offer one out like this!"

Xu Feng rudely pushed his hand away.

"You know I don't smoke. What brings you here? Isn't that company in Detroit?"

With his highly prestigious university degree and self-taught English, Xu Guoqiang has navigated the world of foreign companies and is now a regional agent manager for General Motors in China.

"Hey, don't be so cold. I came to Chicago just to see you, absolutely nothing else!"

Xu Guoqiang made a solemn promise, which Xu Feng certainly didn't believe, but he didn't say anything more.

"You're playing really well now. The domestic news reports about you every day, and you were even on the front page yesterday. Kids these days are all imitating how you play basketball."

As they talked, the two got into a yellow Chevrolet Cprice, one of the most popular taxi models in the United States at the time.

"What actions are you imitating?"

Xu Feng became interested upon hearing this.

"What kind of crossover is that? Between-the-legs, dunk, post-up, elbow, trash talk..."

"Forget it, forget it, why didn't Mom come?"

"Hehe, she's not used to flying; she says she feels dizzy and nauseous."

"Nonsense, have you forgotten when we went on those swing rides when we were kids? We both threw up everywhere, but she was perfectly fine. Is this some kind of publicly funded vacation?"

Xu Guoqiang remained unfazed even after being exposed.

"I went to the Detroit headquarters a couple of days ago to discuss an agency project for auto parts. In the past two years, American car companies have been eager to expand into China. If I seize this opportunity, I estimate I can get promoted."

"Oh, let's not talk about those serious things. Your dad finally came all this way to see how you're doing. Your mom misses you terribly; she's been complaining at home every day about me sending you away."

"You have no idea, ever since you won that CUSA championship, people from the NBA have been talking to the TV stations about adding more NBA games featuring you..."

Their interactions were always like this, possessing a sense of equality that transcended their time, resembling father and son, but in reality, like brothers.

Born into poverty but yearning for prosperity, Xu Guoqiang has had a great interest in foreign countries since childhood.

After gaining a broad understanding of foreign cultures and traveling extensively across borders for work, he made a decision that went against his ancestors' wishes.

He wants to become brothers with Xu Feng!

Similar to Xu Guoqiang proactively asking Xu Feng, "Which girl did you fancy at school today?"

Or Xu Feng might throw his schoolbag down when he gets home and yell at Xu Guoqiang, "I don't want to do my homework today, I want to play ball!"

Xu Guoqiang readily accepted: "He truly is my son; he has his own opinions!"

Back in China, relatives would look at each other strangely when they heard the conversations between the two, and would try to persuade Xu Guoqiang, or even leave with a frown.

Whether they understand it or not, Xu Feng's childhood was quite happy.

"It's been so long since I've seen you. You're much stronger than before. Look at those muscles, that size... wow... you're almost bigger than your dad!"

"You didn't use performance-enhancing drugs, did you? I saw on the news that some black athletes might inject themselves with all sorts of injections to get better results. Don't follow their example."

As someone born twenty years later, Xu Feng was no longer surprised by Xu Guoqiang's equally forward-thinking ideas.

However, Mr. Xu's idea is not without reason. In the 1980s and 90s, track and field baseball players were practically all using drugs, and it had become an unspoken rule in the industry.

The first lesson in the profession: acupuncture!

You don't get doping? Then you've already lost at the starting line! This was the golden age of doping in American sports.

In comparison, the NBA is somewhat more normal, but not by much.

A small number of players use performance-enhancing drugs, but quite a few use them.

"No, don't worry, we won't do that!" Xu Feng replied.

Since it was a trip funded by public funds, and not wanting to affect Xu Feng's performance in the competition, Xu Guoqiang did not stay in Chicago for long. After depositing five thousand US dollars into Xu Feng's bank card, he took a plane back to San Francisco the next night to transfer back to China.

The NBA headquarters offices are located on the fifteenth floor of the Olympic Building.

The current president, David Stern, sat at his desk, deep in thought. Several stacks of documents were laid out on the desk: "International Broadcasting Data," "Overseas Market Report," and "International Player Report."

He was contemplating the enormous opportunities that the NBA market was presenting, Xu Feng.

This young man from the East has the vast Chinese market behind him, a blue ocean with great potential but extremely difficult to develop.

Now is the time when this market is most likely to open up to them. If they miss Xu Feng, they don't know how many years they will have to wait to find a second person.

Where should Xu Feng go? Where can he maximize his abilities and get enough exposure?

The NBA must be a "world league"—the American market is limited, but the world market is unlimited; this is his proposition.

The 1996 session was definitely the one that attracted the most fans worldwide!

Moreover, he had to consider in advance who could carry the torch for NBA ratings after Jordan's retirement.

In David Stern's mind, the influence of a superstar is greater than that of ten league teams.

He will depart for New Jersey in two days to watch the Final Four games between the University of Kentucky and DePaul University.

If Xu Feng can defeat Kentucky and go all the way, then making him the next superstar wouldn't be a bad idea.