The Strongest Bishop in the NBA

With the determination of the No. 1 pick, the entire draft conference and even the audience watching the draft conference in the United States were in an uproar.

"What the hell? Did the Blazers get kicked in the head by a donkey? Why didn't they choose Oden?"

"After missing Jordan in 1984, the Blazers once again made a stupid decision in the draft—abandoning Oden, a rare super center in 20 years, and choosing a thin forward who cannot guarantee that he can adapt to the rhythm of the NBA."

"I thought last year that the Blazers knew people with their eyes. After selecting LaMarcus Aldridge and Brandon Roy one after another, they had already got rid of the notoriety of the black hole in the draft. I didn't expect that they would make such a stupid move with the No. 1 pick this year. Decide."

"The Trail Blazers already have Roy in the backcourt. What do they want Durant to do? What they lack is an inside player! Not a shooter who shoots from the outside!"

The Portland fans felt as if the end of the world was coming. Watching the Sonics select Oden with the second pick, they couldn't help cursing their team loudly.

"The Blazers Management is a bunch of asses! They should resign immediately and get the hell out!"

On the other side, the fans of the Seattle SuperSonics have begun to sing and dance.

"Great! We've got Oden! We've got Oden!"

"Thank you Blazers, we will always maintain friendship with you!"

Being able to win Oden is something they never dreamed of.

Originally, they thought that they could only get Durant at most.

Although Durant performed very well in college, his thin body was not favored by any scouts. Everyone generally believed that Durant's best draft template was the German chariot Dirk Novis Kei, some also thought it was McGrady.

Although Dirk Nowitzki and Tracy McGrady are both excellent and top stars in the league, but compared with Oden the Great, the combination of O'Neil and Duncan, the gap is still obvious!

Since Oden publicly announced his participation in the draft, the position of the No. 1 pick in the draft has lost suspense. No matter which of the 30 teams wins the No. 1 pick, it is impossible not to choose Oden!

But the Blazers did just that, they gave up O'Neal + Duncan and chose Nowitzki!

You know, even Nowitzki was only the ninth pick in the 1998 NBA Draft, and O'Neal and Duncan were the two top picks! Now, their successor has fallen from the throne of champion!

"Ka Ka Ka, Ka Ka Ka..."

The spotlight flickered crazily, almost blinding Durant who stepped off the stage.

The reporters' microphones were all crowded in front of Durant like long guns and short cannons.

"Kevin, how do you feel about being elected champion?"

"Mr. Kevin, is there any secret to your ability to defeat Oden and become the No. 1 pick? Has the Blazers already had secret contact with you?"

"Are you confident that you will beat Oden to be the best rookie in your rookie season?"

"..."

The countless questions seemed to be bombarded indiscriminately by bombers, and Durant's mind went blank, and he was even a little at a loss.

"Gentlemen, get out of the way, out of the way, let my players think quietly first."

Durant's agent rushed up immediately, struggling to separate Durant from the reporter.

"Hey, Kevin, what's going on? When did you get in touch with the Blazers?"

Durant shook his head, "No, you know, the Blazers only invited me during the rookie training, and their attention was entirely on Oden."

"That's strange, why did they suddenly choose you?" The agent frowned, feeling a little worried. "The Sonics have promised you the absolute core position, and are even ready to trade Ray Allen and Lewis. The Blazers have Roy on the outside. He performed very well last season and is very young. If he joins the Blazers, he may Can't get the position of the main force core..."

"What did the pioneers think?"

When the outside world was rioting because the Blazers chose Durant, what was the instigator Wang Xiao doing?

...

"Boy, what do I ask, what do you answer, understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Name?"

"Wang Xiao."

"age?"

"30 years old."

"Profession?"

"Basketball coach."

"Are you sure that what you did during the draft was all your personal actions and not malicious actions instructed by others?"

"Hey..." Wang Xiao sighed helplessly, "Brother, I've told you countless times that Oden is trash! Durant is worthy of the No. 1 lottery."

"Not big brother! Call me sir!"

The chubby black policeman said seriously.

"Also, I'm a Oden fan, and I'm mad he didn't win the No. 1 pick."

"Yes, sir."

Wang Xiao rolled his eyes.

Not long ago, he walked out of the draft box very chicly, but he didn't go very far.

After learning that they could not choose again and they had to accept Durant, the angry Kevin directly chose to call the police.

Before Wang Xiao woke up from the dream, he was taken into the police car by the policeman in the dream.

Nominally speaking, he did not commit any crimes, and the police could only investigate the situation. After questioning, they still wanted to release Wang Xiao.

It's just that Wang Xiao felt a little uncomfortable at this time.

This dream is a bit too long, right? And why is it so true?

He pinched his wrist secretly, and the pain came up immediately.

Wang Xiao's face turned pale.

What's the situation?

He began to try to remember what happened before he came here.

Wang Xiao's job is a high school basketball coach. At that time, he seemed to be giving basketball lessons to the students. He vaguely remembered that before he came here, a student missed a shot and the basketball hit him in the face.

Couldn't it be the basketball that smashed himself through?

Shaking his head, Wang Xiao felt that this was a bit too absurd!

What are you kidding? I have played basketball for nearly 20 years, and the number of times I have been hit by a basketball may be more than the number of shots I have taught the students. If a basketball can smash me through, I am afraid that I have traveled hundreds of times.

But now the reality is in front of him, it has been so long, he still can't wake up, he can still feel the pain, it is still in 2007, what is this time travel?

The police questioned him symbolically, but they couldn't find anything from Wang Xiao, so they had to release him in the end.

Standing at the gate of the police station, before Wang Xiao had time to think about what to do next, the cell phone in his pocket rang.

The caller was the staff of the Blazers. They informed Wang Xiao that he must return to Portland to pack his things in the office within three days. After three days, they will dispose of all his personal belongings in the head coach's office. .