There is a game in the evening and the last training session before the game is held in the morning. This training session is not closed according to the agreement with the Korean Basketball Association. When we arrived at the training arena, many reporters and fans were already waiting for us to appear. Although there are many brainless Koreans, there are also many people who truly understand basketball.

Bill Ranbill did not arrange much training content. After about an hour of regular training, Bill Ranbill announced an intermission break.

I know my time is coming.

I walked to the sidelines to pick up a bottle of water, moistened my lips and throat, and waited patiently for what happened next.

Bill Ranbir drank a few big mouthfuls of water, looked around, and said with a smile: "The Korean stadium is really good, not much worse than our mic center. Who brings a camera? Take a few photos here!"

Christian Letterner, who had been standing not far away, shouted: "Bill, I'm bringing the camera. You find a place, how many pictures will I give you?"

Bill Ranbir quickly found a place to pose.

Click!

Click!

"Christian, I'll give you a few pictures too!" Chauncey Billups couldn't help it after seeing Bill Ranbill taking a few pictures.

Chauncey Billups's lead led to the imitation of others. For a time, Christian Leitner became the busiest person.

Bill Ranbir looked at Carlos Boozer who was posing and shouted loudly: "Carlos, come and have a photo of dunking! You should know that this is Seoul, the capital of South Korea. You may have come here once in your life. If you don't have a dunk here, it will be in vain. Haha..."

Boozer, who was posing, listened to it and shouted: "Christian, slow down! slow down! Give me a dunk!"

Christian Letterner curled his lips and said, "Hurry up!"

Carlos Boozer held the basketball and stood outside the three-point line, and suddenly drove the ball to start. He stepped into the paint area a few steps, kicked the ground with both feet, soared into the air, held the basketball in his hand high above his head and poured it hard towards the basket.

"boom!"

"Click!"

Carlos Boozer hung on the basket, and Christian's shutter was quickly pressed.

"How is it? How is it? How is it?" Carlos Boozer ran over from the basket to see the photos.

Christian Letterner tuned out the photo, and everyone gathered together to praise him.

"Give me a dunk too! Christian!" Brandon Haywood also shouted loudly.

"I'm going to have a dunk too! Christian's photo is so stylish!" Caron Butler shouted.

....

Christian Letterner's photography skills are really professional. After everyone saw the dunk he dunked for Carlos Boozer, they asked Christian Letterner to give each of them one.

So one dunk after another began to be staged in the gymnasium.

The reporters and fans on the sidelines kept pressing the shutter and enjoying the slam dunk they couldn't see.

"How do you feel? Are you sure?" Bill Ranbill stared at the slam dunk performance of the crowd on the court and asked me in a low voice.

"Absolutely!" I nodded vigorously.

Bill Ranbill smiled, and he shouted loudly at Christian Letterner: "Christian. Give Kwame a photo of dunk!"

I went to the line! After Louis Skra dunked, I forced a Garro.

I stood at the right corner of the half court with the basketball, took a deep breath, vomited out again, adjusted my breathing. Then I reached out and made an OK gesture towards Christian Letterner. After Christian Letterner reacted, I dribbled the ball quickly and killed the basket.

The distance is not long, but this is important enough! I have secretly calculated in private how many steps it takes to enter the three-point line, how many steps it takes to reach the paint area, where to jump, how high it is, and how much power it uses to dunk the rebound to the most likely dunk.

But when I took the first step, all the steps I had planned disappeared into my mind, and my movements seemed to have become completely instinct.

I instinctively stepped on the floor with the greatest strength, and entered the three-point line with the fastest speed. Instinctively jumped up in the place where I felt the best, stretched my body in the air, lifted the basketball over my head with both hands, and used my greatest strength to pour the basketball into the basket.

I don’t know how others will evaluate my dunk. In their eyes, my dunk has many flaws. Perhaps in their eyes, my dunk is not perfect, but my dunk this time is definitely the most important dunk in my life. I can even swear that I have used my best efforts!

The basketball dunked into the basket!

My hands grabbed the ring, and under the influence of gravity and momentum, my body swung forward hard.

I didn't hear the sound of the rebound shattering, which made me feel a little anxious, who was originally full of confidence. My biceps curled up again and pulled down the basket hard.

"Bang!"

A clear sound of shattering sounded over my head.

With a lighter in my hand, I suddenly lost my support point in the air and quickly fell to the ground.

Wow...

It's done!

I half lying on the floor, looking at the glass fragments all over the floor, I smiled happily.

There was silence in the stadium, but soon a roaring voice rang in the stadium: "Damn it, isn't it said that Korean rebounds are fine? What the hell is going on?"

Bill Ranbir's eyes widened, and he looked angry and shouted loudly.

"Where are the staff at the arena? What about the staff at the arena? We need an explanation! What's the matter with a junk basketball stand like you? Do you want to murder my player?"

"You must give us an explanation, how can a basketball stand like yours make us feel at ease in the game. Don't you want us to dunk? If you don't want to, just say it directly. Don't do these..."

"If my player is injured due to a dunk, I swear, I can't spare you..."

....

Bill Ranbir was chattering at the stadium staff who rushed over.

The staff at the stadium kept apologizing and kept saying things like "This is just a coincidence."

"I need someone who can tell me that this problem will not happen again!" Bill Ranbill said viciously: "Otherwise, I don't mind my team not appearing in the game tonight..."

The wait was not long, and the person Bill Ranbir was looking forward to was the one who could say the final word soon appeared at the scene. Mr. Park Hanze hurriedly led his subordinates to the venue, looking at the mess on the ground, with his face ashen.

Park Han shouted at the stadium staff, and then kept talking to Bill Ranbir in American language.

Yes! Park Hanze explained to Bill Ranbir in authentic New York dialect, saying things like something similar would never happen again.

Bill Ranbir was still talking to Park Hanze very angry, but his eyes kept winking.

I know what I should do.

I asked Brandon Haywood, Carlos Boozer and others to clean up the other half of the cumbersome staff, and I wanted to make an equally hot dunk on the basketball stand on the other side.

My fingers were slightly numb. It was obvious that this was the consequence of the fierce collision just now, but this did not affect my destruction of the basket on the other side.

At the right corner of the half-court, I started my pace, and with the company of the basketball, my speed got faster and faster. When my speed reached its peak, I stepped into the paint area and jumped hard. My whole body was bowed, and I held the basketball high with both hands and smashed it hard towards the basket.

Almost the same movement, almost the same force, almost the same basketball stand resulted in exactly the same result.

Park Han, who was chattering and making vows, turned his head and looked at everything in front of him in surprise, with a look of shame and anger on his face.

"This is what you said is just an accident? This is what you said is not next time?" Bill Ranbir shouted loudly at Park Hanze with anger. As he shouted with great momentum, he approached Park Hanze step by step. Park Han could only retreat step by step.

"Mr. Park Hanze. What do you want to do? You keep saying that this is the best training hall in Seoul, without any problem, but now? Look at the tempered glass fragments on this place! Are you planning to murder our players?"

"There is a problem with the rebound, and the dunk can easily cause injuries to the players. In order to protect the interests of our players, Mr. Park, I solemnly notify you that we will not participate in the game tonight!" Bill Ranbir said viciously.

"No..." Park Han shouted miserably and said loudly: "You are against the spirit of the contract. We have signed the contract. You must appear in the game tonight..."

"Mr. Park Hanze, please understand. It's not that we don't want to attend, but that you don't want us to attend. Just the extremely garbage basketball rack here will hurt my players. Our contract clearly states that anything that harms the interests of the players has happened. The Wizards have the right to cancel the game..."

"But we have sold out the tickets, we have already..." Park Han was anxious.

"That's your business!" Bill Ranbill said slowly: "I'm only responsible for my players. I can't risk my players being injured to play this game..."

"If you refuse to participate in the competition, you will have to pay the penalty for liquidated damages, a penalty of US$3 million!" Park Han shouted at the top of his lungs, but no matter how hard he screamed, he could not hide his harshness.

Bill Ranbir said very disdainfully: "Mr. Park Hanze, you should compensate us for the losses. You did not do a good job of protecting my players in accordance with our contract, which delayed our team's preparations for the season. You should compensate us!"

"But..." Park Han seemed to want to defend something.

But Bill Ranbir stopped listening to any nonsense he said, and took a move and said, "Let's go..."

Everyone packed up their things and followed Bill Ranbir's footsteps...
Chapter completed!