The best shooting guard in basketball

Chapter 77 Exclusive revelation! (Please collect, please recommend tickets!)
"Kobe, your performance was almost perfect today, but unfortunately you failed to take away a victory. Then, for Michael Wu, one of the key players for the Nets to win, do you have anything to say?"

After the game, TNT's field reporter found Kobe for the first time, pushed the microphone forward, and asked.

"What do I want to say? He almost scored 40 points, what else can I say?"

Kobe was also very helpless. He didn't expect that the guy he said he didn't know before the game actually helped the home team defeat him, and even suppressed himself miserably in the direct matchup!
Hearing the helplessness and unwillingness in Kobe's voice, the reporter also changed the subject and exchanged some pleasantries. Kobe bid farewell to the media and returned to the locker room.

On the field, Wu He stood up from the bench, looked at Kobe inadvertently, and looked at the slightly lonely back, Wu He could only sigh secretly.

Originally, under Rex's introduction, he was already half a rookie of the Lakers. Although he didn't perform 100% when he was on the side, at least he crushed all the rookies present at that time.

Thinking about it, Wu He sneered again, presumably, Kupchak's expression must be very exciting now.

And as the broadcast camera switched, in TNT's broadcast room, Charles Barkley had a smile on his face.

"It has been a long time since someone who can put pressure on Kobe on both ends of the offense and defense has appeared. Obviously, there will be another one in the league after today!"

"Hey, Charles, I think this is also related to Kobe's aging. Although he refuses to accept his age, his performance in the game has already explained his aging." Kenny Smith beside Barkley smiled.

Wu He's performance is indeed very exciting, but the current Kobe is no longer the black mamba who dominated the league. Now he is a player who has experienced injuries of a level that can affect his career for several years in a row, and his strength has long been inferior to before.

"Even so, we can't ignore Michael's role. In any case, starting today, I'm half of his fan!"

At the same time, in the general manager's office at the Staples Center in Los Angeles, Kupchak was on the phone, looking at the row after row of values ​​displayed on the notebook, with a grim expression on his face.

"Indeed, these are Michael Wu's side data, absolutely true."

"I didn't choose him, I was worried he would be the next grandson."

"Yes Yes Yes."

After answering several times, Kupchak hung up the phone, closed the document on the notebook, right-clicked, and clicked delete.

Mistakes have already been made, so the only way to minimize your losses is the one you can choose.

Kupchak looked at the deleted progress bar, and couldn't help flashing the season performance of Anthony Brown and even D'Angelo Russell in his mind, and remembered the data of Wu Hyuk sent to him by the technicians before.

"Oh!"

In contrast, Kupchak punched the table.

On the other side, Rich Paul also had a long-lost smile on his face: "How about it, can such a Michael pass Carl's test?"

Of course, this was all happening off the court, and Wu He naturally didn't know it at this time. When he returned to the locker room, just as Wu He took off his clothes, a group of reporters surrounded him.

"Michael, you contributed a career-high 27 points in this game. This is also the first time in your career that you scored 20+ points. So, do you have anything to say about your performance today?"

"Actually, I think the performance is very poor." Hearing the reporter's question, Wu He looked helpless: "I originally wanted to get 30 points."

"30 points, are you serious?" Beside Wu Hyuk, Sean Larkin slapped him on the shoulder.

"People always have dreams, otherwise what is the difference with salted fish?"

Wu He also laughed, and replied to his teammates.

Afterwards, several reporters asked a few questions, such as how they felt about the matchup with Kobe, and whether his performance today would qualify him for the starting lineup.

When the reporter was away, the other players of the Nets naturally exposed their "nature".

"Wu, do you want to go at night, huh?"

Wayne Ellington raised his eyebrows at Wu He, with a look of "you understand".

"Go, Michael, I heard that some new girls have arrived recently, very on time!"

"Yes, Michael, waiting for you."

The teammates were too enthusiastic, and Wu He couldn't refuse. On the night of the game, Wu He came to the Clover Bar again. This time the guard was not as defiant as before, but more polite.

In the middle of the night, Wu Hyuk bid farewell to his teammates and returned to his rented home in Brooklyn, lying on the bed with "I'm tired" written all over his face!
"buzz, buzz, buzz"

After a night of silence, Wu He was awakened by the vibration of his mobile phone early the next morning.

In a daze, he took out his mobile phone, Wu He clicked on the text message, it was from Rich Paul, and at the same time, pictures came into view.

"Exclusive: Nets rookie Michael Wu took his agent to the Knicks training facility, suspected of a same-city transaction!"

"Shocking: Michael Wu, a Chinese rookie, has a private meeting with a celebrity, or is he interested in San Antonio?"

A series of news headlines, coupled with pictures of Wu Hyuk walking into the Knicks training facility and pictures of Rich Paul and George Gervin, are undoubtedly speculations that Wu Hyuk will be traded.

Immediately, Wu He lost all sleepiness and turned over from the bed to sit up.

What's happening here?
Wu He even saw a news article saying that relevant people said that many teams in the league asked the Nets about their trading intentions, and most teams were very interested in him.

"Related people, God damn related people."

Throwing the phone aside, Wu He felt a bit of a headache. He had only played a few games in the league, and he was caught in trading rumors, and those rumors still sounded good.

Suddenly thought of something, Wu He picked up the phone again, opened the text message, and dragged it to the lowest end, there was indeed a line of text.

"Michael, call me back when you wake up, I have something urgent to find you."

Urgent?

Seeing the message from Rich Paul, Wu He was shocked. It seems that Rich Paul also felt that this incident had a serious impact, so he should discuss the solution with himself.

Thinking about it, Wu He didn't procrastinate, and hurriedly got up, ready to wash up.

"jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell"

Just when Wu He was about to go to the bathroom to wash up, his cell phone rang suddenly.

It seemed that Rich couldn't wait any longer.

That's right, if something like this happens to one of his players, as an agent, he must deal with it, and he can't wait for a quarter of an hour.

Thinking about it, Wu He walked back to the bed, picked up the phone, and when he looked at the dot display, he was taken aback!
"Coach Hollins?"

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