Chapter 188 Liberation

right!

Be an upright person!

Be an honest person!

Everyone will support you with your own decision!

This is the United States, where the law is emphasized, sincerity is emphasized, and integrity is emphasized! There will be no false accusations of helping the old lady, and there will be no situation where the property of government officials is unknown. There are no public buses for personal use, and no official dares to use public personal gain. If you become a president here, you can go bankrupt and the presidents' salaries will be ridiculed loudly by Charles Barkleys.

As long as it is your original intention and your decision, you can speak out bluntly. As long as you have not violated the law, no one can interfere with your freedom. Whether you are scolding David Stern or Bush Jr., as long as the United States has not formulated relevant laws, no one can interfere with you, because that is your freedom.

But in the face of the law, you must tell the truth and be sincere! As long as you are sincere, even if you are a bastard like Dennis Rodman, US President Clinton will plead for you (this is really true in history! Clinton pleads for Dennis Rodman).

I have always lived cautiously in this world where I should live out my true self, but I have always lived timidly, just survival, not life.

I thought for a long time, and I felt like I had missed something or did something wrong.

The training is still carried out day after day in boredom. Under the blockade of major experts, my step-back shooting percentage has never exceeded 45%, but Michael Jordan's smile is getting stronger and stronger. He seems to be very satisfied.

After the training, I lay in Michael Jordan's large swimming pool, and the recipients of Gary Fox's relaxation, Dennis Rodman, Charles Barkley and others kept laughing and playing in the swimming pool, and took off their swimming trunks from time to time to compare the size of their dick. If there was a beauty here, I believe that they would be xxooed by them, although these people went out to fool around every few days.

Charles Barkley swam to my side with a big splash, panting and shouting at Dennis Rodman and others: "You bastards, wait for me! I'll take a break and see how I treat you!"

It was obvious that Charles Barkley suffered a great loss in the water battle just now, but Mr. Jazz did not intend to admit defeat.

"Do you feel that your training has improved recently?" Charles Barkley said, gasping for a few breaths.

"It feels like I'm having a bottleneck! The shooting percentage has been circling between 40% and 45%, and it seems that it's difficult to improve!" I frowned.

"Do you feel very dissatisfied?" Charles Barkley looked at me with his head tilted.

"O'Neal's shooting percentage this season is 57.9%, which is a lot different from me!" I lowered my head in shame.

"Haha..." Charles Barkley smiled, and almost slid down the pool again. After finally grabbing the handrail, Barkley said: "You fool! O'Neal's hit rate was hit by one hammer! Apart from hitting with a hammer and a little hook, when have you ever seen him take a step back and shoot in the middle!"

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"It's just a dunk! His hit rate is purely made with a dunk! Didn't your hit rate be 58% this season? ***, didn't your hit rate also be smashed with a hammer?" Charles Barkley explained.

"Then what is my shooting percentage like in step-back shooting? What position can I rank?" I asked modestly.

"It's already very good! Although it's not as good as a shooter like Christian Letterner, it's good enough! Especially those who defend you are experienced people like me, it's very good!" Charles Barkley put his arm on my shoulder.

"Is it good?" I was a little suspicious.

"Nonsense! There are still 40% of people in this world who hit the target rate under Charles Barkley's defense, and you can count it with one hand!" Charles Barkley began to brag again.

"Go to fuck you! You have one hand! You must be fucking defending Kwame and Dennis Rodman and I help you!" Charles Oakley swam over and happened to hear Barkley bragging again.

"It's not me who asked you to help you. You *** are willing to go up and join in the fun! Ha..." Charles Barkley was so thick-skinned that he could be as good as the corner of a city wall brick.

"Ha, you can't do it yourself, don't be so naughty! Haha..." Charles Oakley laughed and leaned his back against the pool, grabbed the handrail, and continued: "But, Kwame! Your shooting rate is really good now. Now playing a game, I believe that as long as you play your level in training, it will be no problem to score 30 points in one game, no matter who defends you!" Oakley's voice was filled with an unquestionable tone.

"Ah?" I was stunned!

"Why do you doubt your training results in the past three months? Or do you doubt your old brothers' defensive ability?" Charles Oakley turned his head and smiled at me.

"No! Absolutely not! How can I doubt your defensive ability!" I quickly remedy it.

"You don't look at who can hit 40% under the double-team between Patrick Ewing and me? Although we are old, our experience is still there, and we know you will only take a step back and jump shot, so our defense has not weakened at all!" Charles Oakley's eyes were a little blurred, as if recalling the steel defense line he and Patrick Ewing formed in the Knicks.

After coming over for a while, Charles Oakley woke up from his memories and said, "Kaome! Believe in yourself, you will be the best one! In the new season, I believe you will surprise everyone!"

"Although it cannot be said that there is no solution, when facing any one-on-one defense, I dare say that you can definitely beat the opponent! Believe in yourself! Use your own strength and you will become a superstar!"

Charles Oakley has never talked as much as he is today. When he talks today, he talks a lot, as if he is entrusted with the dying orphan.

After saying a lot, Charles Oakley finally led the topic to himself: "I am a free agent this year and need to find a team to sign. My agent wants me to have a good talk with the Knicks uniforms team, so I will leave tomorrow!"

I looked at Charles Oakley and felt uncomfortable. Michael Jordan and Charles Oakley are very good friends. He should have spent this season with the Wizards, but because of my intervention, I have introduced too many inside players, which has left the Wizards without Oakley's position. I feel guilty, but this is the NBA. I can't be rude. I have to win Carlos Boozer. Because of him, the Wizards have the strength to compete with other teams in the inside, and the team can enter the Eastern Conference Finals.

"Good luck!" I didn't know what to say, so I could only say something blessing lightly.

"Okay! What's the good luck? Although I'm 38 years old, I'm not as good as no one wants it. The Knicks, Heat, and the Suns have all issued me a contract. I have to carefully see which contract is the most suitable! Ha, don't worry about me." Charles Oakley made a free and easy look and patted my shoulder.

"I'm leaving the day after tomorrow!" Before I could carefully examine the sadness in Charles Oakley's freedom, Charles Barkley also had an amazing news.

"The Men's Basketball World Championships! I have to go back to the TV station to report! The TV station asked me to do a few episodes of the show! I have to go back and prepare!" Charles Barkley said with a smile.

Obviously, Charles Barkley's life is quite nourishing, and there is not so much sadness in his voice. The TV show "NBA Code" collaborated with Kenny Smith makes his fame no less than his time-to-time difference in playing basketball. He is still proud.

"You all are gone! No one has ever gambled with me, so I'll go too!" The flower monk Anthony Walker also swam over.

"You and Dennis, Patrick bet!" Charles Barkley shouted.

"There are only two people, too few people, it's boring. I have to go to Las Vegas..." Anthony Walker, a guy who lost all his wealth in the future, couldn't stand the gambling addiction and shouted to leave!

"You fucking dream?" Charles Barkley suddenly said.

"What does it mean?" Anthony Walker was stunned. Of course, not only was he stunned, but I was stunned too!

"You can't dream of winning any bets tomorrow. What are you going to do when you go to Las Vegas? Do you think you are Kwame Brown? Do you have that ability?" Charles Barkley reached out and knocked on Anthony Walker's bare head.

"Damn! I don't have that ability, Kaome has it! Kaome and we go to Las Vegas tomorrow. You are responsible for dreaming and I am responsible for betting! *** Win these turtle grandsons to death!" Anthony Walker cracked and shouted.

"Yes! Let's go together! Let Kwame take charge of sleeping! Let's bet on the inside and you will definitely make a fortune!" Dennis Rodman swam over shouting.

"You think this dream bet is so powerful! I'm not a god!" I shouted and protested.

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Charles Oakley, Charles Barkley, and Anthony Walker took the plane the next day and flew away. The noisy basketball court suddenly became much quieter. I thought the training would continue, but Luke Longley had to go back to Australia for family reasons.

Originally, there were only two big meat shields left by Patrick Ewing and Dennis Rodman, and the training could continue, but unfortunately, the gorilla Patrick Ewing had a sudden knee injury and had to rest for 2 months. Only one Dennis Rodman was left after I was tortured for 3 days, and he also hung up the battle-free card.

Michael Jordan couldn't find any other meat shields for the time being, so he could only magnify the holiday. I was finally freed from house arrest, and at this time Donald Trump had urged me to go to New York several times.


Chapter completed!