The toughest man in the NBA

Chapter 17 Banned for dunking

Tu Man took a shower in the locker room, feeling refreshed.

I only played half a game today, and I feel that I still have energy, not as tired as the first game.

He took out his phone, and there was an unread message.

sister peach:

Well done!

Tu Man smiled foolishly, showing a mouthful of white teeth. He knew that Sister Tao didn't mean that he was a good player, but that he was a good player...

But it's all the same, anyway, Sister Tao is happy, as long as there is delicious food at home.

Earl Clark handed over a bottle of water and said excitedly:
"Dude, this match was so cool!"

This kid also scored more than 20 points today, and he got Tuman's credit. He should be able to play a few more minutes in the next game, and his future and money will become brighter.

Tu Man raised his neck, "gudong", "gudong" down half the bottle, hiccupped, and said with a smile:
"Just be happy, let's continue to beat the Portlanders in the next game!"

Earl Clark's face froze, and he said timidly:
"Tu Man, you don't know yet, do you? The coach said that you are not allowed to score by dunking in the next game. If you continue dunking, he will replace you!"

isn't it?
This duplicitous old man clearly had a very happy conversation with Lao Tzu, and talked about a lot of advantages of dunking, why is he not allowed to dunk in the next game?
Tu Man's mood suddenly turned bad.

He put on his clothes, walked over unsteadily, and opened the door of the dressing room.

"Kakkaka..."

A burst of spotlights flickered, and Tu Man subconsciously squinted his eyes, and saw through the gaps in his eyelids that a group of reporters carrying cameras was crowded around the door.

"Tu Man, you know..."

"What do you think……"

"you think……"

A cluster of microphones poked in front of the face, and a bunch of questions were babbled out in various accents. Tu Man couldn't understand a word, it was too noisy!

Tu Man was getting annoyed, he frowned and shouted:

"It's a mess, what do you want to say? Is there anyone who understands human language?"

His voice was so loud that the reporters were startled and opened their mouths, but the voice was swallowed with saliva, and the surroundings became quiet.

Immediately, everyone reacted.

This kid is so arrogant!
Dare to call us not human?
At this time, a blond girl squeezed to the front with a sharp weapon, and the two bright headlights were very eye-catching.

"Tu Man, congratulations on another victory!"

Reach out and don't hit the smiling person, besides, this girl is not bad, Tu Man smiled and said:
"Thank you, beautiful lady!"

The other side is still smiling like a flower:

"We all noticed that you didn't play much in the second half, why?"

Tu Man laughed and said:

"Oh, because the coach felt too lonely, he replaced me and chatted with him. We discussed some offensive ideas, which inspired me a lot..."

This kid is not hooked!
The blond girl flicked the headlights, Tu Man narrowed his eyes, with a polite smile on his face, the photographer didn't catch his sight.

"Omar Saham's malicious foul on you was really bad. People were terrified. Fortunately, you are fine!"

Tu Man was taken aback for a moment, then said naively:

"Beauty, I think you may have misremembered. The referee said, Omar Saham did not foul me, it was just a common foul, and I also made two free throws and scored a point, didn't I ?”

It's a hot pepper!
Are you really stupid, or are you pretending to be stupid?
"So, you think the referee's decision is actually unfair?"

See you in the picture, this girl is exposed!

Tu Man said seriously:

"Beauty, this is your problem. As we all know, on the sports field, referees are sacred and inviolable. You see how beautiful the weather is, how bright the sun is, and you are as beautiful as you, how can you have such dirty thoughts?"

The blond girl was tongue-tied, what are these things, why am I so dirty?
Suddenly the headlight dimmed, and an obscene fat man squeezed forward, blocking the dazzling light source with his elbow, finally Tu Man could open his eyes and talk nonsense.

"Tu Man, you injured five players of the Mavericks, are you taking revenge? Don't you feel guilty when you shot so fiercely?"

Tu Man suddenly laughed, staring at the fat man:

"Excuse me, are you a policeman?"

The fat man is very experienced, his attention has not been diverted, and he is still relentless:
"please answer my question!"

Tu Man said coldly:

"Are you a judge?"

Fatty's eyes are firm:

"Please answer directly!"

Tu Man whistled and jokingly said:

"Dare to say that, do you think you are the president of the United States, or the head of the earth?"

Pull it down, pretender!

A black girl looked at the fat man wiping his sweat with contempt.

Pushing him away, he asked with a smile:

"Tu Man, before you were replaced by the coach, the Mavericks had five players who were injured and went off the field successively. What do you think about this?"

Tu Man asked back:
"Beauty, have you watched "Death Comes"?"

The black girl was a little overwhelmed, but she replied simply:

"Seen!"

Tu Man nodded and said:
"I've seen it too."

The black girl held the microphone and waited for a while, but Tu Man didn't speak again.

Is this over?

Not reconciled, she asked again:

"Tu Man, what does "Reaper Comes" have to do with Mavericks players being injured?"

With pity on Tu Man's face, he said in a sad tone:
"Don't you think it's too similar?"

Black girl with question marks all over her head.

"Where is it like?"

Tuman said:
"There are always some details in life that are overlooked by people. By the time people notice these trivial details, it is always too late. No one knows what will happen in the next second. When you know, that second has passed. It's..."

The black girl was completely dumbfounded.

What is he talking about, is this man in another dimension?

Tu Man had already walked past her, parted the crowd, and walked forward.

Someone yelled at him:
"Tu Man, are you saying that you are the God of Death?"

Tu Man waved his hand:
"Man, I thank you, look at my hand, does it look like I have a scythe?"

Not surprisingly, when these people go back, the manuscript sent to the editor will look like this:
"Brutal and Insulting Journalists"

"The Tu Barbarian Dissatisfied with the Referee's Punishment"

"Tubaru goes crazy and taunts injured Mavericks player"

"The Slaughter Calls himself the God of Death"

…………

Sister Tao said that the comprehension of reporters is an unsolved mystery of human beings.

Talk nicely, he's twisting the truth.

If you don't speak well, he will spread rumors for you.

Don't talk, he connotates you!
Then why talk nicely?

Keep this pair of good words and eat the big pig's trotters, isn't it delicious?
Tu Man didn't care what the reporters would report, he only cared about his own data.

There are only three more summer league games left, and he will be banned from dunking in the next game, but I want the summer league MVP, that's a lot of meat!

(End of this chapter)