"Old man!?"

The Queen Mother waved her hand in front of Wang Jianhua's eyes.

Only then did Wang Jianhua come to his senses.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Queen Mother asked.

Wang Jianhua shook his head: "Is this kid so talented? He must have taken the wrong medicine!"

Wang Yi was trained by him since he was a child.

To put it bluntly, he knows his son better than his son.

My son's talent is considered outstanding among Chinese players.

But if you put it in the NBA where birds and animals live, it would be ordinary.

Especially in terms of jumping, it is my son's shortcoming.

He was already surprised that his son could do so many dunks before.

He can only attribute this to the NBA's more professional training.

But now my son can actually imitate Jordan's free throw line dunk.

This is outrageous.

If he didn't look at this face, he wouldn't think this was his son at all.

Spectrum Center, Charlotte.

The empty arena echoed with the hoarse shouts of the Lakers' live commentators.

Jordan looked at the Chinese dunk on the screen, and there was no doubt that he was imitating himself.

The smile on his face couldn't help but grow a little wider.
Chapter completed!