Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 266 Pickled Pepper Appears!Future Super All-Stars!
Destined to be a role that will fall into Ron's eyes...

Let's not talk about the appearance that looks like McGrady...

Paul George - he is the top card of Fresno State University, but this university belongs to the role of vice president for ten thousand years in the UCAA world, which makes him enter this university with the potential of all-American high school students.

First of all, he is also a very high wing, with amazing jumping and explosive power, but he belongs to the type of "people come crazy". If he makes a smooth shot, he will be unstoppable.

His template is our Trevor Ariza, and given the damage he did to our rim, it's better to define his ceiling as Danny Granger...

Ron’s comments to the group of scouts: First of all, Fresno State University is full of beautiful women, which shows his confidence in himself...Then he plays like McGrady, with unlimited potential...Finally, this guy is obviously very comprehensive, and he led a team of CBA teammates to achieve the best results in team history... Such a good player, but you guys talk a lot of nonsense, I can’t see the information I want...If that’s the case, I might as well spend money to hire a few talk show actors, at least their reports can make me laugh, how about you? Bullshit…

(Note: This guy is left for me to evaluate, do what you like...)
Height: 2 meters / 06 feet 6 inches

Weight: 97kg/214lbs

Template: Trevor Ariza/Danny Granger

Position: Small Forward
Birthday: 1990 05 Month 02 Day

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On the second day, Fresno State University of California…

A good open training session, under the supervision of George's agent, there were only scouts from a few teams chatting, they yawned, leaving the organizer in the cold...

why?Because from the industry's point of view, you can't even clear the stats of weak teams, so what use are you?
data?Fortunately, Ron asked for the data of the whole team...

For the same group of people, after George came, everyone's data almost doubled...

What does this prove?
Ron: Sometimes stats are a trick...so I never believed in that...

George grew up in a small desert town in Palmdale, California, just north of Los Angeles.He didn't play much team basketball as a kid, and while he loved the game and played basketball whenever he had spare time, he spent most of his practice alone in the park or in one-on-one matches with his older sister.

The first and most difficult opponent in his life is his sister Diosha, who is 1 meters tall. Before the age of 93, George fought her one-on-one almost every day, and was beaten badly every time, and sometimes cried.Later, when his sister left home to go to college, he began to grow crazily.In her sophomore year, George had grown to 15 meters, and she could hardly recognize him.

"He will be an All-Star, I promise..." Beside Ron, a tall and thin black girl looked at the cold scene, her eyes full of expectation...

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"...Damn, they look down on you... Shall we continue?" Several players from Fresno State University gathered around Paul George and murmured...

"Didn't I give you money? Go on! Of course go on!" The stalwart boy with the same haircut as McGrady had piercing eyes...

Give me a stage, I will attract everyone's attention...

He dribbled the ball, sliced ​​across, wandered vertically, and then stayed in the air when he got rid of the former and the latter was not able to make up the defense in time...

It turned out to be a pass!
After the man's point, an open jumper...

The arc of the ball is not high, but it hits it precisely...

No one at the scene applauded, and some even shrugged, saying that this is nothing...

"Look at Duke, the consequence of his team basketball is that no one cares about the whole team...Why don't you attack by yourself from the beginning to the end? What do you want to express? George?" A scout immediately expressed his dissatisfaction...

"Oh, let's have a dunk to add to the fun, who's coming, by the way...George..." A scout seemed a little too boring...

"I don't dunk at will...Of course if you insist on watching..." When George said this, he was full of emotion..."But I insist that this is my basketball!"

"It's not that we insist on watching, kid... You're just a little tall, your dribble is floating, and your shots don't have a good rhythm... Then we won't recommend you to the top... You have to show your physical fitness and talent in front of us... Only then can we see some clues in your movements..." Another scout explained rationally. "Of course, my first reaction to what you just said is that you may not have much confidence in your skills, which has already left a bad first impression on me..."

"No!" George seemed a little annoyed: "It's not like that. Of course I have confidence in my skills...I just want to express that I am a team player. I will not dunk casually in the game, but will share the ball in my hand for fun!"

Many people laughed maliciously, like the more you argue in front of them, the more it is a sophistry...

"Okay, stop talking so much, let's get some dry goods, then what, George?" Many people even booed unfriendly...

That's it... The behavior of popular rookies is all news. Usually even in the private time period, there are scouts who try their best to get first-hand information, while unpopular ones are like raised by stepmothers, and those with unknown performance will be ridiculed by many old scouts...

——Just you let me travel a long distance to come to this bad school gymnasium without air conditioning, and watch you and a few teammates you hired play house wine?
Ron guessed that this is not the mentality of this group of so-called conscientious scouts right now?

Thanks to this guy named Paul George, he can really hold his breath. He held his head stubbornly, refusing to bow his head, while continuing to explain his good intentions to others...

From Georgetown University, Pennsylvania State University and other candidate colleges, George finally chose Fresno State University because he wanted to get the backbone of a team immediately from the beginning.

Not long after entering the campus, George didn't spend much time to create an effect similar to high school: organizing teammates to train together, and asking his coaches to open the door of the basketball gym on weekends.

"He is a guy who naturally loves basketball..." George's college coach on the other side looked at him and sighed for a while...

"The thing about him on the court is that he's willing to share the ball. He can penetrate defenses in the half court and make scalpel passes because of his size. His three assists per game make him one of the best small forward passers in college."

Well, indeed!
In Ron's view, George's excitement is either because these scouts said that he is an idiot, or he is a once-in-a-century super All-Star with a correct understanding of basketball!

"Clap clap..."

In the embarrassing situation where George was riding a tiger, an oriental man with sharp eyes suddenly walked up to the stage, clapped his hands, and looked at George closely...

"So...George, I am very interested in your basketball philosophy, please continue..." Ron laughed.

George nodded with lingering fear, and looked at the group of old scouts again...

"Hey! Mister, are you booking the venue? We don't have much time to spend in this university arena that doesn't even want to install the air conditioner..." Some old scouts glanced up and down at this sudden "hair boy". Although they always felt familiar, they just couldn't remember it...

"Which team are you a scout for? Are you so ignorant of the rules?"

"Oh...Houston Rockets..." Ron still narrowed his eyes and smiled...

"Hmph, no wonder... Only people in Houston are so rude. It seems that your manager gave you a long vacation so much fun..." The old men didn't feel anything wrong, and they were still thinking... "There are so many people here who disagree with you, but you pretend to be interested in team basketball. Stop pretending, you are not a scout from Houston, you are... you are this George who paid for it!"

"That's right! This Mr. George, you are too lacking in actual research to make fakes. Do you think that Houston has Yao Ming and the Chinese manager, so the scouts also pay for a Chinese to pretend to be? To be honest, I know all the scouts in Houston, and I often play cards, brag, and eat box lunches with them... But I have never heard of any Chinese scouts... Hehe!"

"I didn't hire him. If you don't want to watch it, fuck off!" Paul George, who was full of blood, was obviously driven to a desperate situation. He understood the significance of driving away these scouts.

"Hmph!" Immediately, a few old balls left without looking back...

Looking at George now, he lowered his head in frustration...

Hehe...there are idiots every year, especially this year...

"Hey, it's a pity, George... How about you just announce that Houston is not coming... You are welcome here unconditionally!" Ron smirked, turned around again, met all the scouts who were whispering behind their backs, and waved...

"He's still pretending! Wait for the Houston scouts to come and see how he ends up..."

"Sorry, I'm afraid they won't come!" Ron still smiled brightly, full of disobedience...

As soon as the words fell, under the contempt of everyone, they saw first one at the door, then two, and then a group of reporters carrying cameras and recording pens running straight towards the oriental man in front of these old scouts...

When the guns and cannons surrounded Ron, even George began to doubt the real identity of this guy...

At the moment when all the scouts were stunned, one of the scouts suddenly pointed at Ron in a panic and began to twitch...

"Oh! MY-God! He's Ron! That's the Houston manager!"

"What? The general manager of Houston will come to an unknown player? And alone?"

"That's true! But this is Ron! The most famous and amazing super manager this season!"

"Damn! I didn't say anything! I really didn't say anything! I promise God..."

At the door, a large number of scouts poured in again. Ron looked around, and a few scouts who had just left immediately ran back in disgrace...

"Damn it! That's the guy Ron spotted! This kid is right!"...

"What are you doing! I don't care, we will cut off whatever he wants, and if he likes it, we will follow suit, it's as simple as that!"…

"Take care of it first, I'll drive here right away! Why didn't you bastards say it earlier!"...

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so many people...

There are media...

There are reporters...

There are experts...

There are scouts...

There were even managers from many teams not far from California...

George couldn't restrain his excitement. He looked at Ron gratefully, and the other party still had that happy smile...

"Well...go ahead...let's look at your 'team basketball' philosophy..."

oh! ! !
He suddenly looked like a super Saiyan who went berserk, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, with full of blood, he jumped more than one meter high!
As expected, it was a real future—a super All-Star!
The 360-degree windmill rotating cloak stunned the scouts who looked down on him at first, even Ron...

"I'm Paul George! Tough guy from California!"

　He suddenly looked like a super Saiyan who went berserk, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, with full of blood, he jumped more than one meter high!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)