NBA: My template has no limit

Tellem has been extremely busy lately.

Having finally resolved Xu Feng's whereabouts, he now had to arrange tryouts for Kobe with various teams.

Upon hearing the news of Jordan's impending retirement, this talented young man, determined to fulfill his wish of playing against Jordan at his peak, decided to skip college and go directly to the NBA draft.

At present, few teams in the league are willing to believe that a high school player can make a name for himself in the NBA, even though Kobe just became the number one high school player in the country.

In the eyes of professional players, high school basketball is still just a local competition for students whose bodies and minds are not yet fully developed.

The team couldn't be sure whether they had selected a fully prepared professional player or an immature, technically unskilled kid.

The risk is too high. In such a draft year with an abundance of talented rookies, they don't want to waste a year of tanking efforts.

But Kobe didn't care about any of that. He confidently told the media:

"I don't think college basketball can teach me anything. I want to go straight to the NBA and become the next Jordan!"

His ambition successfully impressed Tellum, and besides, if he could send high school students to the NBA, he could also make a name for himself in the basketball field!

After taking into account Kobe's commercial marketing value, physical talent, and the camaraderie between the two, Tellum decided to go for it!

He proactively contacted Joe Bryant and volunteered to become Kobe's agent.

"Let's start with the one closest to home. Let's try our luck with the 76ers, but you should be prepared that the chances of them picking you are slim."

"It doesn't matter, I'm sure some team will want me, and I'll prove them wrong!"

Kobe looked out the window at the sky, his expression calm.

……

buzzing...

The hum of an American-style V8 engine mingled with the dust and swept in, along with the man's flamboyant voice.

"Come on, Xu Feng, get in the passenger seat!"

After a drift, the Chevrolet Corvette C4 was sideways to Xu Feng, with Singh's black head sticking out of the window.

"Today is the final game of the Eastern Conference semifinals, Chicago Bulls vs. New York Knicks! Let's go watch it live!"

Xu Feng had no objection to watching the game, but...

He shrugged helplessly and looked at the disheveled, sexy woman in the passenger seat of Watts, who was giving him flirtatious glances.

"Oh, I forgot about her, Casey, my sweetheart. Take a taxi home yourself, here's the fare."

Singh took out a hundred dollars and handed it to Casey, patting her pert buttocks as he left.

Xu Feng then opened the car door. As soon as he got inside, a strong scent of perfume mixed with body odor filled his nose.

"Ugh, shit! Open the window, the car smells fucking awful!"

"Okay, okay, you're such a sensitive little boy. I even sprayed 'Source of Attraction' perfume on you."

"Oh, forget it, you might as well not have said anything. What about the others? Aren't they going?"

"Joey rented two Cadillacs and went ahead on their own. See? I'm the only one still thinking about you!"

Xu Feng reclined the chair, positioning himself in the most comfortable position where he could stretch out his body.

"Any of you guys planning to run for the draft this year? What did GM Krause say to you after our tryouts with the Bulls?"

"Ha, you're a very busy person. Krause's assessment of all of us was 'unfit for the NBA,' which is really cruel!"

"He seems quite interested in you. He kept looking at your scouting report that day, saying things like 'What a pity, what a pity.' I think he's fallen for you."

Does this mean I haven't changed the future of these teammates?

Xu Feng was somewhat disappointed.

Noticing the change in Xu Feng's emotions, Singh freed one hand and gently patted Xu Feng's shoulder.

Watts is a senior this year and has to run for the draft, but the good news is that he passed the training camp test for the Chicago Rockers in the CBA (Continental Basketball League).

Even if he doesn't make the draft, he can still get a job and might get spotted by scouts. The rock musicians only noticed him because you brought us into Third Madness.

"Well, that's not bad news either..."

The two argued all the way and soon arrived at the United Center, where a statue of Jordan stood at the entrance.

In the final game of the Eastern Conference semifinals, the Chicago Bulls will host the New York Knicks in a battle between arch-rivals, with the Bulls currently leading 3-1.

Outside the stadium, the streets were filled with fans and scalpers wearing red and black jerseys. Their team had made a triumphant return after two years and had just achieved the miracle of 72 wins in the regular season.

They've already secretly loaned the Chicago Bulls the championship.

As the most modern and largest arena in the entire league, Xu Feng felt an extremely strong sense of immersion and pressure as soon as he entered the arena.

"From North Carolina, guard, 6'6"...Michael...Jordan!!!"

When the DJ called out the man's name with a drawn-out tone, the entire stadium erupted. The roars of the fans were so powerful that they seemed to shake the whole arena.

That's what you call a proper entrance! This is the dream scene of countless basketball players! This is what a real man should look like!

Xu Feng sat in the front row, and just watching that scene made his blood boil.

As the classic song "Sirius" began to play, the lights above the stands dimmed and then focused on the center of the stadium, signaling the start of the match!

The game wasn't as close as expected. Rodman had a poor shooting night in the first quarter, and the score was tied.

In the second quarter, the Bulls went all out, took the lead, and gradually extended their advantage.

Jordan played consistently, moving gracefully through the Knicks' defense. He always managed to break through the Knicks' defense and put the ball in the basket with his incredible ability to break through defenses.

The other two members of the Bulls' "Big Three" also contributed.

Rodman held his own against the powerful Ewing, managing to snatch the rebound from Ewing's iron grip. Pippen, on the other hand, had a cold shooting night, but still managed to provide crucial rebounds.

After taking the lead, the Bulls never gave the Knicks another chance.

The Knicks finally managed to mount an offensive and close the gap to 67-74. Michael Jordan then decisively accelerated past Starks' defense and made a signature flying layup, dodging Ewing's block and scoring with style.

The score was widened back to nine points, extinguishing the Knicks' comeback attempt and stabilizing the Bulls' position.

"MVP! MVP! MVP!..."

The entire arena chanted Jordan's name and spontaneously crowned him.

The fat guy behind Xu Feng had even torn his clothes off, exposing his plump upper body, and was still dancing excitedly.

With 29 seconds left in the fourth quarter, the game was already in garbage time. Rodman, who had four fouls, was called for a defensive foul while positioning himself off the ball.

An enraged Rodman yelled at referee Baveta, swung his arm and elbowed him, successfully receiving his second technical foul.

He took off his jersey and threw it into the stands, leaving the field like a hero amidst cheers from the entire stadium.

The game ended with the Chicago Bulls defeating the New York Knicks 94-81, advancing to the next round with a 4-1 series victory.

乔丹全场出战43分钟，砍下35分5板4助，罗德曼11分12篮板，皮蓬12投仅5中得15分。

This was also described as "one of the worst playoff series of Pippen's career".

The New York Knicks had a traitor in every roster except for Ewing, Sixth Man of the Year Anthony Mason, and Oakley.

Starks scored only 10 points on 3-of-10 shooting, while Derek Harper, the starting point guard, only managed 6 points.

The entire DePaul team turned into die-hard Jordan fans, with Singler chanting Jordan's name like a fanatic:

"McK! McK! McK!—"

Xu Feng was also moved by the atmosphere at the scene, and his shock lasted for a long time.

When Xu Feng finally regained his composure and looked at Jordan and Pippen, who were getting along harmoniously and cooperating perfectly, he had only one thought in his mind:

"Why do you think they developed such a strange relationship after all these years?"