Chapter 7 Prelude to the Big Dream

When you perform well, everyone will add icing on the cake. When you perform poorly, everyone will take the lead.

In the third preseason game, against the Cleveland Cavaliers, I scored 28 rebounds, 5 blocks, 8 assists, 4 points, and 3 turnovers.

The media shouted that Bill Russell is here, yes, Bill Russell NBA's greatest center ever.

I know this is just a gimmick, a tactic for the media to attract attention. If I don’t perform well one day, all the shit will be stolen on my head.

After the first game, my agent David Hunter told me that I had N many advertising contracts, I had N many interview requests, and I had N many events to attend, but he told me that he helped me push because none of them deserved my performance.

Today David Hunter told me that both Adidas and Nike had signed a big contract and he needed to discuss it with me.

"7 years and 40 million are the contract given by Adidas. Nike only has 5 years and 3,000. I personally prefer Nike's contract. I believe you will definitely go to the next level in 5 years." David Hunter said.

David Hunter didn't know that I was the famous parallel player in the future. He believed that my future achievements would definitely be at the level of the Big Shark O'Neal.

"David, thank you, but I think Adidas' contract is more secure. No one can guarantee that he will succeed in the future. Sometimes he cannot be too ideal. I am still very glorious now, but I can't play it on the court in the future, and I may not even get this price." I said silently, it's not that I don't believe in myself, but that I know what the future is.

"I have great confidence in you. I think you will be better than O'Neal, as long as you ensure your health." David Hunter stared at me, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. Maybe he thought that I was thinking too early on was not in line with my age.

"David, the key is that I cannot guarantee whether I can be healthy in the future, nor how great my future achievements will be. Everything is a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water. The contract given by Adidas is already the treatment of a star. Even if I am as great as O'Neal in the future, it will be five years before I can get the money. There will be inflation during this period."

"Okay, I'll try my best to fight for you." David Hunter said helplessly, "Where has Coca-Cola and Pepsi also signed a contract?"

"If it's about the same, choose a long time." I said firmly

"Kaome, the first time I've seen a young player like you, you're a bit like a late-professional player, not a 19-year-old star who just won the draft No. 1 pick." David Hunter said in surprise.

"Haha, maybe I'm old." I said with a smile.

"Maybe. Sports Illustrated, Slam, Today Sports and other newspapers have proposed to conduct exclusive interviews with you, and Today Sports also hopes you will open a column. What do you think?" David Hunter continued.

"I've pushed it all, just say I'm busy practicing football now. What I need at this stage is to quickly improve my skills." I said.

"This is not a good excuse. Kwame, you should have some social interactions and media to do better, which will help your reputation." David Hunter advised me.

No matter how good my relationship with the media is, if my strength is not good, everything will be useless. They will still sneer at me. The most important thing in this world is strength. As for reputation, it is just a manifestation of strength.

"Wait for me to call, I will get the contract soon." David Hunter stood up and left. "By the way, tomorrow's game will be better. It is said that Bill Russell, Moses Malone, Kareem Abdul Jabbar, and a few people come to see you and Hakim Olajuwon's game. If you perform well, maybe the contract will change."

Oh my God, what's going on? The greatest centers in NBA history, except for the dead, and those who are active have all come. Is it a meeting of the best centers in NBA history? There must be something that I don't know yet...

The afternoon training continued, but I found that my teammates looked at me a little differently.

"Christian, why do I feel like everyone is weird? What's going on?" I asked Letterner.

"Nothing?" Christian Letterner was obviously hiding something, "maybe the game has been tiring recently."

"Master, why do you feel that our team is a little weird today? I feel that everyone's eyes look at me are a little strange. Did I do something wrong?" After Leitner hit a wall, I turned around and asked Hamilton, who has the best relationship in the team.

"Boy, have you offended your personal trainer?" Hamilton said mysteriously.

"What?" I said in surprise.

"Your personal trainer has come." Hamilton continued to whisper.

"Peter Johnson? Or Gary Fox?" I was a little confused.

"Both of them are here," Hamilton said.

"What are they doing?" he asked.

"Michael, I have issued a ban order, don't say it, you're good at it." After that, Hamilton dribbled away, as if he was afraid of causing trouble.

The afternoon training ended in a question in my mind.

"Kaome, come to my office." The great god Michael Jordan said to me.

Maybe the answer is about to be revealed.

"Kaome, are you nervous with Hakeem Olajuwon tomorrow?" Jordan said with a smile like a big bad wolf seducing Little Red Riding Hood.

"I tried to prevent him." I said cautiously in a daze.

"Hakim is the most famous center forward in the 1990s. He once made the big shark O'Neal suffer all the hardships, but Kwame, he is old now, and he is no longer the omnipotent dream." Jordan seemed to say to himself, as if he was recalling those glorious years.

"Michael, I must work hard, I must get more rebounds, definitely!" I would be stupid if I don't express my determination at this time, I said gritting my teeth.

"Rebound? Boy, I chose you to attack, not to catch the rebound." Jordan suddenly stared at me with wide eyes and looked at me fiercely.

"I'm sorry, Michael." I quickly lowered my posture.

"Kaome, a center can only defend and will never succeed. You will be the main attack tomorrow, okay?" Jordan asked in an unquestionable tone.

"But..." I was speechless. I couldn't attack. This is something that the whole NBA knew. Now I'm going to attack when facing Olajuwon. This is not just about seeking abuse.

"No, but!" Jordan suddenly raised his tone and shouted at me loudly: "Say: I will defeat Hakim tomorrow!"

"But..." I wanted to defend myself, but Jordan would not give me this opportunity.

"No, but! Say: Defeat Hakeem!" Jordan continued to shout.

"Michael, I..." Something must have happened, and I felt chilled.

"Say: Defeat Hakeem!" Jordan raised his tone again, his face pressed on his face, his eyes widened, and he stared at me tightly, as if I could eat me after saying a word.

"I..." I was timid, really, timid, and I couldn't help but take a step back.

"Oh!" Jordan suddenly sighed, then picked up the water cup on the table and threw it hard on the floor, put his hands on his hips, turned around, and looked out the window.

"Michael, I..." I was frightened. I had never seen Jordan get so much fire, and his mouth was dry. I wanted to explain it, but I didn't know what to explain, and I didn't know where I did something wrong. Everything was fine yesterday.

"Kaome, I hope you not only look like me, but others are also like me." Jordan waved his hand and said helplessly: "Go home!"

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Chapter completed!