Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 138 The Strongest Defender!Tyson Chandler!
In the last training session at the Toyota Center against Staples, everyone was sweating profusely...

In addition to Kyle Lowry, who is undergoing chemotherapy, even Yao Ming put on a training suit, swaggering on the sidelines for physical recovery...

"No, no, with God's blessing, I will be able to play tonight..." Yao Ming's signature runaway cartoon smile hung on his face, amusing a group of trainers next to him.

"Tao is Tao, very Tao!" The classical Chinese text floating from behind almost didn't let Dayao blow out...

What the hell?
"Hi!" Two people came in a hurry, and one of them expressed his inner feelings about the advanced gymnasium from time to time...

Under the recommendation of the team doctor Jones, a Taoist priest with a strange appearance, a handsome appearance, and a childlike face appeared in front of the stunned crowd...

"Who is this…"

"Obviously... don't you know your physical condition? Don't be naughty, let's not play this, ha..." Taoist Qing Were snatched the sports equipment from Dayao's hand, and said earnestly...

"Who are you!" Dayao was stunned for a moment, this guy was clearly the old Maoshan Taoist who jumped out of the TV period costume movie.

"This is Ron... Cough... This is a Chinese medicine doctor we hired from China with a high salary... He will be fully responsible for your injury and training recovery..." Team doctor Jones said helplessly, but his eyes kept blinking...

"Ah?" Dayao swallowed tongue-tiedly, seeing the Taoist squatting down with a sneer on his face.

"Come on... what are we waiting for now? Let's start now... I'll teach you how to win the championship next... Bah bah, that's wrong, I'll teach you a set of invincible magic skills... By the way, in order to strengthen your body and create a good atmosphere in the space city, you can also follow along...I say, remember!"

Do you want to be so fast!
"...Now? Didn't you just say..."

It felt like a dream, Yao Ming was stunned there, and all the trainers were also stunned there, only to hear the Taoist priest not change his face, and immediately shouted: "Hey!"

Gently pushed out with the left hand, quite charming...

"Huh?" Everyone looked at him in confusion.

"Ha!" the Taoist shouted again!The right hand is also gently pushed to the other side...

Even Jones beside him rolled up his sleeves solemnly, eager to try...

"what?"

"Hey! Ha!" The left kick, the right split, the old man on this side is in high spirits, and the players who are training on the other side all poked their heads and went in without knowing...

oh!It turned out to be Tai Chi!Yao Ming felt certain... Tai Chi, then there is no problem...

"Who...sent you to my side...is that...round moon, bright moon..."

Don't play like this!Yao Ming's protest against destroying the Three Views...

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Taoist priest suddenly danced with all his concentration on the spot, and shook his head in an XJTLF style with a blow. Everyone held their breath at the moment, and their mouth almost fell into their stomachs...

I X!What kind of invincible magical power is this for strengthening the body? Isn't this "The Girl from Tianzhu"?You think I am not Chinese! ——Yao Ming suddenly became stupid...

"Jump! Why don't you jump! Hmph...Everything is difficult at the beginning, you poor people are really full and fine, did you deliberately come to make things difficult for you...Forget it, such rotten wood can't be carved, and the poor people go to collect medicine and cultivate the Tao..."

"Jump...jump!" Remembering Ron's instructions, Jones gesticulated away with his head twitching, but Jones really didn't have much dancing skills, he looked like a clumsy black bear...

"Ho... woosha woosa Sally wow..."

Grooving, this bull-nosed man twists his neck and speaks ventriloquism at the same time...

"Pfft..." A group of burly foreigners saw their leader like a silly X with a black face twisted back and forth following Taoist Qing Were and gestured back and forth.

"This... what are these things!" Yao Ming stood there awkwardly, just picked up his hand and then put it down again, feeling helpless...

"Hey... hey... stop jumping! Jones! stop jumping!"

"Ah?" The team doctor Jones seemed to be really fascinated, he thought he was dancing youth...

"Are you sure, you didn't find the wrong person..."

Jones sighed: "Actually...you know, I'm also a victim...Look at Lowry..."

Looking sideways, Kyle Lowry, who had just come out of the team doctor's room, limped to the drinking fountain with empty eyes. He looked up just in time to see the Taoist priest jumping while staring at himself, trembling all over. He threw away the glass of water he had just made, and ran away crying without looking back...

"..." Yao Ming swallowed his mouthful of saliva, and murmured inwardly, "You...what did you do to him..."

Jones also swallowed and spit, trembling all over, and the memory is full of fear: "More than 180 silver needles, 60 cupping jars... This is the rhythm of killing people..."

Yao Ming felt anxious for a while...

"Obviously...why don't you dance?"

The faint voice from behind immediately interrupted the two people's thoughts of praying for blessings...

"Huh..." Yao Ming was startled, if he couldn't run now, he would have already escaped...

...

"That Taoist has convulsions again!" Olajuwon sighed to himself: "Hey, Ron, if you let him mess around like this, sooner or later everyone in the Toyota Center will be arrested and sent to a mental hospital!"

Ron smiled awkwardly: "I...I don't think so...You foreigners don't understand...This is created by Hua Tuo, a great ancient medical scientist in our country-"Five Animals Show". Although it is just a legend, I never thought that it would be accompanied by a song that ruins the three views of "The Girl from Tianzhu"..."

Let's dance for a while, and I won't be pregnant... Seeing a group of big guys jumping around like crazy, Ron couldn't laugh or cry...

"Chandler's here..."

Following Olajuwon's words, a majestic big man walked over with great momentum, his face was full of peach blossoms, and he greeted everyone one by one...

Like a regular here...

Ron has a plan...

...

"Hi! Hello Chandler!"

Looking at a yellow-skinned Chinese man who had never seen before walking over with a smile, Chandler, who had just done a few sets of strength, also greeted him very friendly...

"Hello!" Chandler, who was covered in sweat, laughed heartily, and devoted himself to arranging his military uniform.

This guy is so MAN!

He has a strong chest, two thick and muscular arms, and he has a smug smile, and he looks in good spirits...

I heard that this guy is a cup on the coffee table in Bobcats. His rebellious and unrestrained personality, and his natural optimism, are always unpopular with the iron commander Larry Brown. Compared with Mr. Qian, Mr. Brown prefers the unsmiling Ratliff. Even Diop, a scum with a combat power of 5, has a much higher status than Mr. Qian...

It seems that in this transaction, the money is finally out of the sea of ​​suffering...

Whether a player can live well in a new team depends on how well he has a good relationship with the team's ace. Not to mention, Dayao and him are old acquaintances. Even Mayo, whose status is rising in Houston, is from the same state as him——West Virginia, so he can be regarded as a fellow!
"Are you a Chinese reporter?" Tyson Chandler asked with some style, "I'm sorry, it's an internal training session, and teams generally don't allow players to accept interviews..."

He suddenly approached Ron with great interest, and rubbed Ron with his big elbow: "But...you are very smart, hehe, I, Chandler, will not neglect my Chinese friend..."

Ron also pursed his lips and smiled. "Ah! Yes, it is my honor to interview you..."

"Tell me, what do you want to know? Ah! By the way, I don't know if you know... Yao Ming and I are close buddies... Hehe, I also know that your Chinese friends like to call me 'King of Boxing', this title is very cool! I like it very much...hehe..."

Looking at the youthful and confident sunshine and smile on the face of this big man known as "the genius who regards basketball as his life", Ron was secretly delighted...

Obviously, unlike Martin's introverted choir boy, "Champion" brings more than just an inside advantage to the Rockets.

It is confidence!
It's passion!
Mr. Jordan...Although I respect you very much, you really don't feel like being a manager!Such a good player was almost buried by you... It's okay, I'll help you fill in the hole... Ron's heart twitched.

"Oh... Hey, Mr. Tyson, I just want to ask you, what do you think is the reason why you think the Rockets paid out the player with the strongest offensive firepower on their books to rescue you from the quagmire in Charlotte? Also, what do you think of the current Rockets and their manager?"

"Houston is a good team, they have a wise manager! As for the reason?" Tyson Chandler recklessly gestured his biceps in front of Ron, and finally grabbed the basketball with one hand, looking like he was chasing a chicken...

"This question is so substandard! My name, Chandler, is not in vain... Do you know what coast-to-coast is?" He asked excitedly.

"From coast to coast!"

"That's right! I can set up the last line of defense for Aerospace City, and I can slap the balls from the east coast of the United States to the west coast of those who dare to come to provoke them!"

He said passionately, his eyes bursting with brilliance: "Dude, remember to tell all your Chinese friends to prepare their own quick-acting heart-relief pills. Every explosive lob and block shot by my old money will drive them crazy!"

Hi!The boxing champion’s domineering declaration made Ron very happy, but in order to avoid his complacency, Ron still couldn’t help reminding him kindly: “However, Barkley commented on you like this, ‘When the team handed the ball to Tyson at the end of the tactic, the coach will be furious, the passer will blame himself, and Tyson will be innocent and helpless. Finally, the 24-second bell rang, and Tyson, the ‘second board madman’, was thrown back to the bench by Larry Brown. , stiffly at the end of the bench, until the last minute of the game...'”

(End of this chapter)