NBA Backer King

  Chapter 44 Mourning, you are a guard, be careful to be trampled to death by us

   "Hey, Charles." Curry greeted Barkley first.

   "Dell, you Hornets played well this year, fifth in the Eastern Conference." Barkley said with a smile.

After the two hugged, Curry smiled: "Hopefully, our team hasn't entered the playoffs yet."

   "Hey, Charles."

   "Hey, Larry."

  Larry Johnson came up and bumped Barkley.

  The two are of the same type, and they have always had a feeling of sympathy and comparison.

  Wang Tiejun looked at Alonzo Mourning. They were all rookies in the same year, and they were all centers. What's more, their jersey numbers were all 33. He thought that Mourning was his competitor in the NBA.

   During this period of time, he has been attacked by the media, but Mourning is one of the two most popular rookies in the 1992 rookie, and he is much more beautiful than him.

   To be honest, he has only played a few games, and now he has absolutely no strength to compare with rookies like O'Neal and Mourning, and the media has never compared him with these two.

   It's just that he regards Mourning as a competitor, but now looking at Mourning's eyes, it seems not.

   Indeed, after Alonzo Mourning glanced at Pharaoh, he immediately looked away.

At that glance, his eyes were full of disdain, because he didn't look down on Pharaoh at all. In his opinion, Pharaoh was an offensive idiot who would not attack when he left the basket, and his mobility was not as good as him. There is no strength and potential to compete with him.

  The two teams of acquaintances greeted each other and soon each went their separate ways.

   Just in time, Wang Tiejun and Mo Ning came to a line, and they were frozen there, neither of them wanted to move away, they were all waiting for the other to make way.

   "Chinese, get out of the way."

  Morning waited for two seconds. Seeing that the Chinese in front of him didn't want to let him, he couldn't help being a little angry and scolded in a deep voice.

   Old Wang raised his brows, but he didn't move. He wanted to see how Mo Ning made him move away.

   There were several reporters accompanying the two teams. When they saw it, they immediately became excited. The camera in their hands immediately turned on and took pictures.

   The rest of the two teams also noticed that the two were deadlocked there, and they all looked over.

  Larry Johnson frowned, stood up, and prepared to help.

   He didn't like Mo Ning because Mo Ning refused to accept him. The two had only been together for more than two months, and they had already had conflicts and quarreled several times.

   However, as a teammate, if there is a fight, as a tough guy, he will definitely help Mourning.

He knows Wang Tiejun's name. This Chinese has not played a few games, but he has already fought several times. He fought with Oakley and John Starks of the Knicks, fought with O'Neal of the Magic, and recently injured the Mavericks. Davis, this is a guy who can fight, but he wants to try the skills of this Chinese perverted coolie.

  That is, he touched his ass, Shet, what if this Chinese chases his **** and spanks? Damn pervert coolie!

"Step aside!"

  Morning pressed his chest against Wang Tiejun's nose.

   He is only 208 cm tall and weighs 110 kg. In front of Pharaoh, he looks a size smaller, but his aura is extremely fierce.

   "What's so special!"

   His nose was pushed, and it was a little sour, and Wang Tie’s arms were too big.

  His Tieshanjiao has been practiced to the state of perfection, he suddenly exerted force under his feet, twisted his waist and abdomen, the six forces were instantly unified, and his right shoulder suddenly leaned forward.

   "Boom!"

   Muffled, Mourning opened in response, staggered backwards, then fell to the ground, smashed his butt, and rolled back again, very embarrassed.

"Oh!"

   The dozens of people present suddenly exclaimed.

   "click, click..."

The cameras of    reporters flickered wildly.

  “…”

  Larry Johnson, who was preparing to help, stayed for a while and attacked with his shoulders. What kind of trick is this?

   "Iron Mountain!"

  Barkley and Kevin Johnson and others shouted excitedly.

   We played away games this week, otherwise they would have gone to Wang Tiejun's house to study Tieshan Kuan.

   "Damn, there are reporters here, I'm embarrassed!"

  Morning gritted his teeth and got up, his face flushed and embarrassed.

   "Hey, rookie..."

Barkley stood up, one placed on Mo Ning's chest, and the other pointed at each other's nose and shouted, "Be civilized, OK? You don't have enough strength and qualifications for him to let you, if you want to fight, You're in big trouble tonight."

"Humph!"

  Morning snorted coldly, his temper was still a little twisted.

   "Okay, rookie, this is at their home court, in the way of basketball, let's solve the problem on the court." At this time, Dell Curry stood up and pulled Mourning away.

   "OK, see you on the field, I will blow you into scum, you offensive idiot." Mo Ning stared at Wang Tiejun and said coldly.

   "I hope you fool has the courage to fight against me." Wang Tiejun said in an undisguised tone of contempt.

   "What did you say?" Mo Ning got angry again.

   "I said you were a fool, you deaf, did you forget to wear your hearing aid?" Wang Tiejun shouted loudly.

   "Puff!"

   Many people in the audience laughed.

  “…”

  Morning's nostrils doubled with gas, and his fists clenched.

   "Hey, rookie, don't overdo it!" Larry Johnson shouted.

   "Who are you? This is the matter of our inside players. You are a defender, and you are careful to be trampled to death by us."

  Wang Tiejun looked down at Larry Johnson, and the black brother in front of him lowered his head by almost a head, looking very difficult, so he persuaded him kindly.

   "Puff!"

   Many people in the audience laughed. They looked at Larry Johnson, looked at Barkley, and laughed again.

   "Damn pervert coolie, I want to see how you trample me to death today."

Larry Johnson was so mad at Pharaoh's words, I am a power forward, a power forward, not a guard, I played a guard, but it was in high school, and then I grew taller, and I stopped so early. Play guard.

   "Damn old K, what nonsense?"

  Barkley is also very annoyed. My real height is not as good as Larry Johnson. What about playing a power forward? I'm a flying pig in the air, who can step on me to death?

  Wang Tiejun also seemed to feel that he was "innuendo", he turned around and smiled at Barkley: "Brother, I'm not talking about you."

   There is no silver 800 taels here, and this is what he means now.

   "GOGOGO, let's go."

  Buckley was helpless, didn't bother to pay attention to Pharaoh, waved and shouted, turned around and left.

   "Let's go too."

With this interruption, Dell Curry also pulled Mourning away and took the Hornets away.

   "Chinese, this is not over, see you on the court."

When    walked around Wang Tiejun, Mo Ning raised his chin and shouted.

   "Small, you're fit to play small forward."

  Wang Tiejun replied, and then quickly followed Barkley.

"you?"

  Morning was so angry that his nose was crooked.

   "The news broke today that this Chinese man has been imprisoned for hurting people. He is a ruthless character, but we have to teach him a lesson and not let him ride on our heads."

   Staring at Wang Tiejun's back, Larry Johnson was a little unhappy.

   "Damn criminals..."

  Morning cursed at Wang Tiejun's back, then turned to Larry Johnson and said, "Larry, come on, let's **** him together."

   "OK!"

   The two have a lot of contradictions, but now they have reached an agreement under the influence of external forces.

   (end of this chapter)