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Chapter 97

Rao DeWeese had been prepared for a long time, but when Jordan actually said these words, he was still shocked.

At the same time, after the time travel, for the first time, he felt the heavy feeling brought by truly participating in a historical event.

After Jordan finished speaking, he didn't seem to expect any answer from Davis, but just lowered his head and smoked his cigar silently.

Davis was thinking about how to take over this topic.

You know, Jordan's retirement is definitely not just about his personal choice, but a big event about the Bulls, Chicago and even the entire United States.

In the previous life, within 24 hours of Jordan announcing his retirement, the US Dow Jones Index plummeted by 125 points.Affected by this news, Nike's stock price fell by 4%, global annual sales fell by 30%, sales decreased by 2.5 million US dollars, Chicago directly evaporated 10 billion in market value, and the Bulls' attendance dropped directly to less than [-]%.

After deliberating for a while, DeWeese said, "Michael, you know, you don't just represent yourself. As an iconic figure in the entire league, what you bear is not just a basketball player, or the core of the Chicago Bulls. You represent the entire basketball world."

Jordan smiled contemptuously: "There is no need to kidnap me with these great principles. If I want to retire, no one can stop me, not even Clinton."

Davis was a little anxious. He didn't want Jordan to retire before he played against Jordan on the court. This is one of the reasons why he deliberately rescued Jordan's father.

Davis calmed down and began to think.

"Because Jordan's father is not dead, he doesn't have such a strong idea of ​​retiring now. I still have a chance, and the reason for his retirement is that he can't find an opponent in the NBA, so create an opponent for him..."

Thinking of this, Davis was not in a hurry. He sat on the chair relaxedly, with his head resting on the back and his legs resting directly on the table.

"It doesn't matter, Michael, whether you retire or not will have little impact on the next season, because next season's championship, our Magic has already booked, whether it's the Knicks, the Suns, the Jazz or your Bulls, it's nothing more than a stepping stone for us to set foot on the championship."

Jordan raised his head in an instant, and the cold light in his eyes made Davis' hairs stand on end. He never thought that a person's eyes could be so terrifying.Even though it was the hottest summer outside, Davis felt a chill.

But the coldness in Jordan's eyes only lasted for a moment and then disappeared. He laughed: "Little Michael, are you trying to provoke me? With all due respect, I really don't pay attention to your Magic team. No matter how high the potential of a team is, it takes time to convert it into combat effectiveness. Your team does represent the future, but right now, I am the god of this league."

Davis laughed too.

"Michael, wait for me for a while."

He opened the door and walked out. A few minutes later, Davis opened the door of the study. He had already changed into his jersey and shoes, and he was still carrying a brand new set of jersey and sneakers.The jersey is Jordan's Bulls No. 23, and the sneakers are the AJ92 worn by Jordan when he won the Barcelona Olympics in 7.

"Let's go, Michael, let's compete again. Although this pair of sneakers is a limited edition last year, you, the real master, can give me ten pairs or eight pairs later." Davis gestured to Jordan with the equipment in his hand.

Jordan looked at Michael, and the smile in his eyes became stronger. He stood up and looked at the equipment in Davis' hands, and said to Davis, "Let me see how much you have grown now compared to last time."

Five minutes later, the two came to the court in the backyard. DeWeese clapped the basketball in his hand and said to Jordan, "What rules are we playing?"

"Whatever you want, anyway, you can't beat me with all the rules."

"Hahahaha, okay, Michael, let's compete on three-pointers." Davis laughed and teased Jordan, "I know you set a record for three-pointers in the halftime of the playoffs, so let's compare whose three-pointers are more accurate."

Although Jordan knew that Davis was teasing him, his competitive spirit made him agree without hesitation.

"Then let's compare three points. How to compare?"

"Keep shooting, let's see who misses the first ball first!" Davis didn't expect Jordan to agree, he pondered for a while, and said the rule.

Because even if NBA players are not good at shooting three-pointers, it also refers to their performance on the court. They can shoot a good percentage of shots when no one is defending.

Jordan agreed.

Davis passes the ball to Jordan, motioning for him to start.

"I'm a guest from afar, you come first, I'll pick up the ball for you."

Jordan took the ball and started shooting directly.

1、2、3.。。。14、15
Jordan made 14 consecutive shots, until the No. 15 ball turned twice from the basket and turned out again, and it was not over.

"It's your turn, Michael Jr." Jordan ran to the basket, threw the ball to Davis, and said to him.

Davis dribbled the ball beyond the three-point line and started his performance very easily. He shot all the balls passed to him by Jordan immediately, and all the balls obediently got into the basket.

Soon, Davis scored his No. 14 three-pointers.

Jordan knows that he has lost this game, and his three-point shooting ability has always been his weakest one.

When Davis shot his No. 15 three-pointer, he stopped deliberately, and then closed his eyes.

Jordan noticed DeWeese's little gesture and couldn't help laughing.

He remembered the episode with Mutombo back then.

Davis closed his eyes and threw the ball very smoothly. The muscle memory built up by hundreds of thousands of shots made the ball slip into the net without a doubt.

"I lost." Jordan generously admitted his failure.

"It was just a warm-up just now, Michael, this doesn't count. Let's start the official competition." Davis smiled lightly, not at all like he just defeated the basketball god.

Jordan admired the young man in front of him even more. At the age of 18, he was the youngest and most energetic, but DeWeese had such a high EQ. Unknowingly, Jordan had already regarded DeWeese as someone who could communicate with him on an equal footing, and didn't care that he was 12 years younger than himself.

"11 goals, win and continue to attack, no second attack." DeWeese said the rules of the bullfight, and Jordan naturally had no objection.

"You come first, just treat it as the privilege of the winner of the competition just now." Jordan threw the ball to Davis, signaling him to start first.

Davis nodded, and Jordan lowered his body seriously and opened his hands.

"Little Michael, let me see how far you have grown. I hope you can have the strength to challenge me."

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