No.1 in basketball scoring-Chapter 115: I didn’t expect you to be such a little brother_2

A bunch of stuff—he had no intention of tidying up. He found the boxes for bedding and pillows, and for sports gear, swapped out the bedding in the bedroom, and decided he’d hire a housekeeper to help organize the rest later. Spending a little money when needed is okay.

...

On the morning of July 21st at 8 AM, Bickerstaff arrived at the Charlotte Coliseum.

He was a lot happier than last summer.

Last summer, just looking at those players averaging three to four points per game gave him a headache. He worried about an 0-82 record, and thought about resigning as soon as he’d started.

Fortunately, among those players, there were a few hidden talents whose previous teams had overlooked them. After arriving here, they proved themselves, ending up third from last at 18-64. At least the wins were not in the single digits.

A year later, with Okafor, who had already made a name for himself, Felton - a mature point guard at the age of 22, the dark horse Gerald Wallace, the barely passing Brezec... and that high school student with the visible talent, Bickerstaff was filled with hope for the future.

Arriving at the training court, Bickerstaff saw that the high school student was already there. Not bad, not bad, actually arriving an hour early as asked... Wait, what’s with the sweaty-back look?

Zhang Yang noticed someone coming and stopped his, training, saw it was the head coach, and greeted him: "Good morning, Bernie."

Bickerstaff: "Good morning, Jack, when did you get here?"

Zhang Yang: "I ran from the apartment, almost at 7."

Bickerstaff: "You got up really early..."

Zhang Yang: "I have to train with Michael at 9, so I came early to practice shooting. I might not get time to work on my basic skills while training with him. Also, back home, I would start training around 6 because it gets hot in California. I usually train a few hours in the early morning and evening."

Bickerstaff silently marveled: From zero to dominating the California high school basketball scene in two years, it’s not just talent!

Jordan walked into the training court; he overheard Zhang Yang’s words but didn’t say anything. He just pressed his lips together, greeted them, and went to warm up in the gym.

Zhang Yang responded and prepared to continue shooting... but then he suddenly turned his head to look at Jordan, who was entering the gym.

It had been half a month since he last saw him, and it seemed like the boss, Joe, had lost some weight? freeωebnovēl.c૦m

He admitted that the models he saw around Jordan those few days were indeed beautiful, each with distinctive looks and figures—some tall, some well-proportioned, some charming, some slim... but wasn’t that a bit excessive? Was he being drained dry?

Should he remind him? At his age, he should know about pacing himself to avoid late-life regrets.

Close to 9 o’clock, Felton arrived at the coliseum.

As soon as he entered the training court, a basketball flew towards his face. Although a bit chubby, his reflexes were quick; he blocked and grabbed the ball with one hand.

He had just opened his mouth to speak when Jordan’s voice came.

"Raymond, warm up a bit and come spar with me."

Felton had initially been upset about nearly being hit by a ball, but upon hearing that, he perked up, agreed, and scurried off to warm up.

A few minutes later, the eager Felton reported to Jordan, "Michael, I’m ready!"

Jordan frowned: "That was quick?"

Felton nodded; his warm-up wasn’t thorough, but he couldn’t wait. He wanted to crush old Jordan! It was his most exciting moment since joining the NBA!

Jordan didn’t offer more reminders; he felt he’d already said enough. "Let’s start then!"

Ten minutes later...

Felton sat on the floor, hugging the ball and wishing he could take it home!

But seeing several hoops in the training court and countless basketballs... even if he ran with the ball, it wouldn’t affect Jordan, and he’d just be a laughing stock!

He lost all three one-on-one matches against Jordan.

6-10, 5-10, 4-10...

What happened to the two years of retirement? Or to the 42-year-old man?

He had never faced such a powerful opponent!

It wasn’t just the skill—it was the smack talk too! Felton began to doubt whether he was even NBA material.

Jack was much better, handsome and well-spoken, and a good listener...

Seeing Jordan approaching Zhang Yang, Felton wanted to yell out: Jack, run! That guy is a demon!

Just then, he heard Jack speak...

"Michael, is it my turn?"

Jordan: "You’ve been practicing for over two hours, right? Still got energy to spar?"

Zhang Yang: "I’ve still got enough energy to deal with a 42-year-old. Ready to be dominated by a high schooler again?"

Jordan: "Dominated by a high schooler again?"

Zhang Yang: "I remember a high schooler who entered the NBA at 17 scored over 50 points on you."

Scoring over 50 points from a high schooler? Jordan recalled, yes, it was Kobe during the 02-03 season with his rhythm flow game... But damn that 17-year-old high schooler; that was a 24-year-old All-NBA star, MVP contender!

But he had to admit... this kid’s trash talking?

Jordan’s teeth were gritted: "Come on, let’s see how you’re going to score over 50 on me!"

Zhang Yang began his first one-on-one training with the God of Basketball.

The astonished Felton watched from the side; was this his humble, mild-mannered little brother?

He thought him eager after a few minutes of warming up to crush Jordan, but compared to this little brother, his own attitude was the height of modesty!

But with such arrogance, the kid must have some skill, right?

Felton’s expectations began to rise...

It didn’t take long for him to see Zhang Yang gets relentlessly toyed with by Jordan, even worse than he was; if Felton was tortured, Zhang Yang was massacred.

Felton: "..."

He was so foolish for harboring such unrealistic thoughts.

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