The best shooting guard in basketball

Chapter 11 The Signing Battle
New York, Brooklyn, Barclays Center Arena, a car parked at the entrance of the arena, the door opened, a man wearing sunglasses and a young guy nearly 2 meters tall walked into the arena that completed the NBA draft the day before.

"Hey, Richie, my friend." As soon as the man in sunglasses stepped onto the court, a man in loose casual clothes walked towards him and stretched out his right hand at the same time.

Rich Paul, who was greeted, also stretched out his hand and shook the man tightly: "Hollins, congratulations."

"Congratulations?" Hollins let go of his hand and asked with a smile, "Did the lottery ticket I bought win?"

"Yes, my friend." Hollins joked, but Rich gave him an affirmative answer: "Look at this lottery ticket beside me, congratulations on winning the jackpot!"

Rich said, and pushed Wu Hyuk beside him to him: "Michael Wu, the future superstar."

"Mr. Hollins, hello, I'm Michael Wu." Wu He, who had already prepared, said respectfully to Hollins.

"Oh, Michael, I've heard of you a long time ago, the Asian rookie who beat Mudiay." Hollins had obviously heard about Wu Hyuk. He patted Wu Hyuk on the shoulder, and he continued: "I'm Lionel Hollins, the head coach of the Nets, but I'm not your coach for the time being."

As he said that, Hollins let go of his arm and nodded: "Your muscles are very strong, and the data on the side of your body should be fine."

"Actually, there is a problem with the data." Just as Hollins finished speaking, Wu He sighed: "I was at Staples that day, and I didn't even give my best."

"Wow." As soon as Wu He finished speaking, a tall and long-armed young man on the other side of the arena repeatedly exclaimed.

"It's not bad if you didn't say that your physical test data is poor, but you still feel that the data has shrunk." The young man finished speaking with a smile, and threw the basketball in his hand directly at Wu He.

"Boom!" Steadily catching the basketball, Hollins just smiled in front of Wu He: "Michael, Rich should have informed you that whether we can sign you depends on your performance today."

At the same time, Hollins pointed to the young man who was looking at Wu He and said, "Ronday Hollis Jefferson is also a rookie this year. He is your opponent today."

"Come on, Michael, you only need to score one goal in my hands, and you can get an NBA-level contract!" Jefferson, who had been looking this way, shouted at Wu Hyuk.

"A rookie forward from the University of Arizona. He was just traded to the Nets last night. He is a defensive player." Rich Paul used the shortest time to find out about Jefferson's information. At the same time as he said it, Wu Hyuk had already walked in front of Jefferson with a basketball.

"You know, Rich, the selection of Michael Wu was based on various values." Seeing Wu He walked forward without hesitation, Hollins nodded and said to Rich Paul next to him: "His nationality is one of the reasons why the team chose him, but the physical test data you submitted is what affects our decision, including his current personality. Without exception, he will be an outstanding rookie."

"But these are all advantages outside the game. How can Michael perform when facing a real NBA-level confrontation?" Hollins changed the subject and continued: "We once signed Yi Jianlian from China. He is a talented big man, but you can see that apart from a few bright spots, he struggled against NBA confrontation."

"Oh, sir, it turns out that these things are what you are struggling with." After hearing Hollins' words, Rich seemed a little helpless: "Can't blowing up Mudiay explain something?"

"That's Mudiay in the top three levels of the draft!"

"Maybe Mudiay is deliberately letting the water go. After all, that guy has played in the CBA. It is not impossible to elevate the Chinese players." Hollins said, looking at Wu He again: "Jefferson has a defensive ability above the average NBA level. If Michael can score even one point, the team will consider signing him."

"I think you guys will be ready for the contract soon." If Wu Hyuk won the heads-up, then Ricky might not be very confident, but he only scored one point. Sorry, this couldn't be easier for Wu Hyuk.

On the other side, Wu He has already stood opposite Jefferson. Jefferson, who is 2 meters tall and has a wingspan of 01 meters, stands in front of Wu He, looking quite aura.

"Michael Wu, I happened not to be there on the day when you and Mudiay were singled out. The next day, I wanted to discuss with you, but I didn't expect you to never show up again." Jefferson looked at Wu He, and walked to Wu He's side while talking: "Could it be that Mudiay really cooperated with your hype activities that day?"

"Using this to improve your draft stock?"

"You should be lucky that I haven't been to Chicago again." Sneering at Jefferson's provocation, Wu He said, "Otherwise, I'm not sure if I can see you on the draft list."

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting 20 pretense points! Please continue to work hard!"

Heh, this pretense value is too easy to get!
Wu He was overjoyed, he didn't expect that just by pulling it casually, he would be able to start with a pretense value.

"Friendly reminder, if the host pretends to be slapped in the face, the pretense value will be deducted twice. When the pretense value is cleared or negative, the host will be 'inhumanly punished'!"

Wu He hadn't been excited for a while before the system's warning sound sounded.

"Inhuman punishment? What the hell is this!"

"Respond to the host, non-human punishment includes permanent loss of sexual ability, permanent mental retardation, permanent brain damage, permanent dementia and other punishment measures, only you can't think of it, no system can't change it!"

"So please host work hard! Don't be slapped in the face too often!"

"Fuck!"

Wu He let out a rage, and then hurriedly put away Nianxiang, for fear that the system would also deduct the pretense value if he raged, otherwise he would be one step closer to being punished!

"Hahaha, Michael, you are the funniest Asian I have ever seen. Even Jeremy Lin dare not say such arrogant words under my guard!" Jefferson laughed, and Wu Hyuk's words made him couldn't help laughing. He really couldn't understand that an Asian boy who was shorter than himself and was so much lower than him in the ranking, could be so confident?
Who gave him the courage!

"Let's get started, lads." Seeing that the two had been talking about something and they hadn't started the show, Hollins urged.

"No problem, coach!" The answer was Jefferson, who suppressed a smile. He returned to the free throw line and stood still. He opened his arms and said to Wu He, "Come on, Michael, let me see your strength. Don't just be good at your words!"

"Boom, bang, bang."

Wu He put down the ball, patted it three times, and said, "Don't worry, I'll end the game with this one ball."

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