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Chapter 229 The Sudden Deal

Davis called a timeout as soon as McGrady scored.

There are eight seconds left in the time, and there is only one last chance to attack. If you can make it, you will kill it. If you don't make it, it will be overtime.

Everyone turned their attention to Jordan, and Jordan nodded as a matter of course.

"OK, no problem, leave it to me."

At the last moment, if there is a chance for a lore, who will you give the ball to?
Jordan?Kobe?Maddie?Curry?Lillard?James?
Sorry, it's the last one. . .

But now, DeWeese has both Jordan and McGrady in the team. When Jordan is in a better state, DeWeese chose Jordan as a matter of course.

After the timeout ended, O'Neal served from the sidelines.

Jordan stayed beside McGrady casually, making McGrady even think that Jordan would not catch the ball for a while. ,
However, Jordan suddenly ran back and accelerated, throwing away McGrady at once, and received the ball smoothly.

The final countdown has begun.

But when everyone's attention was focused on Jordan, DeWeese quietly began to take Hardaway to start running.

Jordan still swayed McGrady's position with his terrifying first step.

Speaking of which, there are a lot of breakthrough experts on the field.

A Jordan, two McGradys, a Hill and a Hardaway, and even DeWeese's first step is the best choice.

It can be said that the six backcourt players on both sides of the field all have historical first steps.

Jordan leaned on McGrady and walked inside, instantly attracting the attention of most Magic players.

Howard stared intently at Jordan's breakthrough line, ready to jump up and interfere with Jordan's end.

Although there was an act of nailing Jordan in this game, Howard still had nothing to do with Jordan's breakthrough most of the time.

In the eyes of the old Rivers off the court, after Jordan broke into the inside and jumped up, he had lost most of his speed, and beside him were McGrady, Howard and Hardaway.

Suddenly, old Rivers' pupils shrank.

"Hardaway? How did he appear there?"

I yelled in my heart that it was not good, but it was too late.

An orange basketball is passed from the double-team of three people.

DeWeese was already waiting outside, and Hardaway, who was in charge of defending him, turned his head in despair, watching DeWeese use his extremely standard shot and stretch the ball out.

"Shh!"

When the ball is scored, the number on the timer is officially reset to zero.

In the last one, DeWeese became that savior.

After seeing the ball go in, Davis clenched his shooting hand into a fist, and he jumped up excitedly and cheered.

Then, he was overwhelmed by his teammates.

"Great job, Michael Jr. I knew you could make it!"

"Michael, your pass is amazing."

DeWeese excitedly started a business exchange with Jordan.

In any case, Davis finally led his team and won the first game against the Magic.

Back in the real world, Davis still couldn't restrain the excitement in his heart.

It feels like scoring a game-winning shot with the help of Jordan. . .Ordinary people can't feel good at all?

At six o'clock, DeWeese sat up straight away, changed his clothes, and prepared to run in the morning.

When passing by that small square, Davis keenly felt that today's small square seemed to be exactly the same as that day.

Sure enough, in the small square, there was only one person alone.

But what Davis didn't expect was that the image that appeared this time was no longer his previous life, but the image of a teammate who had just finished the game yesterday.

That's right, it was Jordan, the Michael Jordan of the 88-89 season.

"Good job, little Michael." Jordan, or the system, came forward with a smile.

"I think you should have put in a lot of effort in the middle, right?"

Davis said meaningfully to the "Jordan" in front of him.

The system smiled noncommittally. In Davis' eyes, this attitude simply represented acquiescence.

"Don't be careless, you only won the first game of this series, and there are more difficult challenges waiting for you."

DeWeese felt that this sentence was a bit too informative.

"Okay, I don't need to say anything else, you just need to know that the rewards for winning a game of this level are very generous." After chatting casually with Davis, the Jordan image system disappeared from Davis' eyes again.

Just when Davis was about to leave, a voice suddenly came from the sky.

"I forgot to tell you, if you didn't make the final lore, you will be given a failing grade in this game, which will directly affect the quality of your final reward."

After saying this, Davis instantly felt that the small square had returned to its usual appearance.

Beside, pedestrians appeared one after another.

"This system is really inexplicable. If something happens, don't directly prompt the system. You have to come here to play cosplay with me."

Davis continued to run forward, but his mind was full of messy thoughts.

The Magic didn't have a game today, but Davis rushed to the arena after breakfast.

For DeWeese, who wears multiple hats, the training ground is his office.

While DeWeese was sweating through dribbling drills, Kyle walked in.

"Michael, a team sent a trade request."

Davis took it curiously.

He had told him not to disturb him in general transactions, and now the Magic team's lineup has been very stable.

After receiving the fax and taking a look, DeWeese's eyes froze instantly.

A very tempting offer was placed in front of him.

The Pistons took out Joe Dumars in exchange for Sprewell of the Magic.

Davis took the fax, took a towel from the side, walked to the sidelines and sat down.

He looked at the fax in thought.

Joe Dumars, it seems that the strength is still stronger than Sprewell, and the Pistons have now started rebuilding. Joe Dumars probably thought that his old teammates Rodman and Thomas were in the Magic, so he asked to come here.

This is the conclusion Davis came to after thinking for a while.

But whether to accept this deal, Davis is going to consider it.

"Sprewell's potential is definitely stronger than that of Joe Dumars, who is already at the end of his peak. There is no need to agree to this deal, but it shows the attitude of the Pistons."

Davis narrowed his eyes.

"Pistons, there is nothing that cannot be put on the shelves now, but I don't know if their draft picks can be traded."

DeWeese decided to test the bottom line of the Pistons.

"Tell the Pistons, plus their first-round pick, next year or the year after."

Davis casually balled up the fax and threw it into the trash can next to it.

(End of this chapter)