Michael Jordan dribbled, and once again met double teams. Brandon Haywood went out to do the blocking. Tim Duncan and I were entangled. Christian Letterner was firmly guarded by David Robinson. Steve Smith followed Richard Hamilton, Bruce Bowen and Tony Parker to defend Michael Jordan. Michael Jordan had to pass the ball.

Brandon Haywood was receiving the ball, open, but he was too far from the basket.

There is no time anymore!

"Surrender!" Michael Jordan shouted.

Brandon Haywood raised the basketball in his hand.

The ball hit the basket and bounced up. I shouted, jumped up, grabbed the basketball with both hands, turned around and prepared to throw the ball into the frontcourt...

The moment I turned around, a bright figure seemed to flash past me.

Who is that?

Who is the one wearing red clothes?

Is it Katherine Hurley?

I wanted to turn my body back to look for the red color, and my hand lightened! The ball was broken!

Tim Duncan jumped high, and a not-elegant hitting the board scored two points!

I stood at the bottom line and prepared to serve, staring at the place where the red color appeared just now. Unfortunately, he was not found in that place.

"Ding!"

Doug Collins signaled to substitution, and the referee blew a whistle!

I was replaced, and Itan Thomas was replaced.

I don't know what happened, but Michael Jordan was obviously full of anger.

"What's wrong?" Doug Collins asked with a bad face.

"What were you looking at just now? What were you looking at?" His tone became heavier and heavier!

"This is a competition! Do you know? This is a competition! This is not a zoo! It is not a playground! This is a competition!" Doug Collins was obviously so angry at my performance!

"The first quarter is not over yet, and the best ones made three mistakes! How many times do you want to make mistakes in the whole game? How many times do you want to make mistakes? Ten times, twenty times, or thirty times! You don't have to play in this game! Reflect and reflect!" Doug Collins threw the tactical board to the ground with a "slap"!

I lowered my head and sat silently on the bench. I didn't dare to sit on the folded mattress, and I stayed there quietly.

"Kaome Brown's condition in this game is really bad. Although he has a very morale defense, that defense is a foul. He has three mistakes. This is hard to see in his previous performance. He has always been very passionate, but his performance in this game is really bad." Elvin Hayes commented in the commentary seat.

"This is a common feature of all young players. They are very emotional. Once you are in a bad mood one day, it is normal to perform poorly!" Kevin Young defended me.

"But Kwame Brown shouldn't have such emotions! He should know how good Michael Jordan is to him. He can't say he loves him anymore. He is simply spoiled for him!" Elvin Hayes analyzed.

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"I was the No. 1 pick in the draft, and the first NBA game was the starter. Because of some disadvantages in height, Michael Jordan arranged for him to do stretching training. There was no suitable sparring. Michael Jordan invited him Dennis Rodman and Ruk Langley. I have never seen anyone treat him like Kwame Brown, never!" Kevin Yang analyzed one by one.

Official suspension!

Michael Jordan ended up. He walked straight to me and scolded:

"What's going on? Isn't the fucking energy going on the whole game?"

"Three mistakes! Three mistakes in 3 minutes! What do you want to do?"

"Sit here after the game? I don't even do stretching training? What do you want to do? Do you still want to play basketball?"

"I don't want to play basketball and get out of here!"

I lowered my head, not knowing what to say or what to do. I felt a lot of grievances in my heart. I really wanted to shout at Michael Jordan and resist, but I dare not.

My performance really disappointed Michael Jordan and Doug Collins. I had poor talent and could train hard and work hard, but I wasted it constantly. This was an unforgivable mistake.

Michael Jordan left the court for a break, Hubert Davis replaced him, and I was rushed to the folding mattress by Michael Jordan, and I was honestly lying there to receive Gary Fox's massage.

Michael Jordan kept wiping sweat with a towel in one hand, and took a bottle of water in the other hand and took two sips from time to time.

"What's wrong?" Michael Jordan asked in a somewhat gentle tone.

"It's okay!" I replied cowardly.

"It's okay? Why don't you concentrate?"

"What happened?"

"It's really okay!"

"Okay! It's okay! Come on the stage later. If you get distracted, let's see how I deal with you!" Michael Jordan said viciously.

I was replaced again, and I tried hard to drive the red figure out of my mind. I clenched my fists. I must, certainly, and certainly perform well.

The Wizards have become: Me, Itan Thomas, Hubert Davis, Richard Hamilton, Tyrone Rue

Spurs players become: Tim Duncan, Danny Ferry, Bruce Bowen, Antonio Daniels, Tony Parker

"Tyron, can you pass the ball to me later? When I cut in the air, pass a few balls to me." I reminded Tyron Rue in advance. Without Michael Jordan's suppression, this kid would probably have to fight alone again.

Tayron Lu was stunned for a moment and continued, "How many balls?"

I was limited by Doug Collins and suddenly I wanted the ball, Tyron Rue had to figure it out.

"Two balls!" I shook my head and said helplessly. Grandma! It's so fucking unhappy! It's just that I'm distracted and trained on the court! Even if I need the right to attack the ball, I have to be restricted.

"What if I'm coming out and pick-and-roll, and then have an aerial call?" Tyron Lu decided on the tactics!

I was entangled with Tim Duncan, and I was going to bother him now and then drive his running position so that I could do whatever I wanted in the inside.

The 24-second attack time had already gone 12 seconds. Tyrone Lu made a gesture, and I suddenly came out to block Tony Parker. Tyrone Lu quickly broke out from behind me, and Tim Duncan, who had been following me, had to make up for defense, and I followed the situation into the inside.

The ball was passed and it was very comfortable. I jumped into the air, stretched out my body, and received the basketball with my left hand. Without any adjustment, I used all my strength to directly dunk to the basket!

I hung on the basket, and I could feel the whole basket shaking, and the whole world was shaking when my eyes passed! I landed, ran to the bench, curled up my arms, clenched my fists, shouted at Michael Jordan, venting his dissatisfaction when he scolded me just now, and I wanted to tell him that I am still the Kwame Brown! The Kwame Brown who has been working hard!

Michael Jordan smiled and pinched the flesh on my cheeks with both hands, saying, "Okay! Keep working hard!"

"Michael Jordan's scolding just now finally woke Kwame Brown up. This ball is really beautiful!" said Elvin Hayes.

"I don't know what Michael Jordan scolded Kwame Brown just now, but it's obviously not a good thing! According to other people who work with Michael, Michael's trash can make people crazy!"

"Haha! Elvin! There are two meanings of this crazy scolding. One is to scold the opponent and make them perform abnormally, and the other is to scold their teammates and make them perform extremely abnormally!" Kevin Yang explained with a smile.

"Haha, obviously, Kwame Brown was scolded for being very good at performing! Do you know if Michael was scolding his teammates for being mis-executed!"

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The dunk just now really boosted morale. I quickly focused my energy, at least most of it.

On the court, Tim Duncan and I started fighting to the death.

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Chapter completed!