I'm really not a brush in basketball

Chapter 43 043. Didn't Enter the NBA, Get the MVP First! (recommended)
2008/4/9, the NCAA Championship Finals, the end of March Madness.

This night is a carnival night for fans across the United States.

Old men watch the game to reminisce about their youth, old women watch the game to feel passion, teenagers watch the game for their dreamy dreams, and girls watch the game for the lover of their dreams.

Everyone has their own concerns, but the eyes of the audience are chasing tonight's protagonists-the 17 spiritual guys from the Memphis Tigers and the Kansas State Jayhawks.

The media's long guns and short guns were aimed at the players on both sides who were warming up on the court.

Some of these people will become the future superstars of the NBA, and some will disappear in the basketball world in a hurry, but when they stand on the NCAA finals scene, they have already become legends!
In addition to the general audience and reporters, the legendary star Shaquille O'Neal, who will represent the Phoenix Suns and his old rival Spurs tomorrow night, appeared in the front row.

As the original owner of the Alamo Dome, the Spurs generals who staggered the game time especially for the NCAA Finals also appeared in an inconspicuous corner.

Parker, Manu, Finley and others dressed up to attend. Finally, Spurs superstar Tim Duncan, wearing a loose vest, washed white jeans, and a dull expression, sat next to his teammates.

As the banner figures of San Antonio basketball, David Robinson and George Gervin received a triple tribute of standing + cheering + applause from the fans.

Chuckel Barkley, who appeared at the end, had an embarrassed expression and was carrying a special suitcase with him. It could be seen that the contents inside were very precious.

Seeing Barkley, Shark O'Neill jumped up from his seat excitedly, raised his hand and said, "Hey, brother, Charles, here, I'm here!"

Barkley smiled helplessly, then ignored O'Neal, turned around and sat on an inconspicuous seat on the sidelines.

"Come on, please, make way."

Because of O'Neill's size, the surrounding audience had to hug their legs and curl up on the stools to let him barely pass.

"Hey, brother, didn't you see me? I specially reserved a seat for you. Come with me." O'Neill said "enthusiastically", his small eyes darted around, and he couldn't hold his fart just by looking at it.

"No, I'm fine sitting here." Barkley shook his head and replied.

"Did you bring the binoculars?" O'Neill teased.

"No." Barkley replied suspiciously.

O'Neill chuckled, "Then what kind of a good seat is this? Do you want to watch ten mosaics play?"

Then O'Neill pulled Barkley's shoulders again and said "confidantly", "The $100 seat does not match Sir Barkley's status. Come on, sit in my $1000 seat, and I'll treat you!"

O'Neill's kindness was hard to stop, and Barkley had no choice but to pick up the big suitcase and stand up.

"Oh, how can Sir Barkley carry the suitcase by himself? I'll carry it. What's the matter here? It's heavy?" O'Neill snatched the suitcase while Barkley was not paying attention.

O'Neal pretended to shake the suitcase.

"Don't mess around!" Barkley stopped in panic.

"Won't it be your regular season MVP trophy?" O'Neal smiled unkindly.

Look at Barkley's face is already green.

Kenny Smith took various sneak shots with the new iphone.

This kind of citrus is even more refreshing than the calculation of Barkley kissing the ass of the donkey in the show.

"Charles, this is the NBA regular season MVP trophy you snatched from Jordan. If you want to give it away, you can give it away. I respect you for being a man!"

O'Neill held Barkley's suitcase respectfully, and shouted to everyone: Please make way for the regular season MVP trophy.Be careful, if you break the trophy, Flying Pig will fight with your life.

O'Neill has the meaning of ringing the gong to clear the way.

Barkley pursed his thick lips, tears were about to fall.

The baby feels bitter, but the baby doesn't say anything.

Kenny Smith laughed and cried, because Barkley's glorious deeds of kissing the donkey's butt and giving away the MVP will definitely be recorded in history.

And Kenny Smith has even thought of the title of the next episode——

Chinese players 2:0 Charles Barkley!

"Shaq, I didn't say I would give the trophy to Chen Long tonight..."

Before Barkley finished speaking, O'Neill had already waved his suitcase to greet Long Chen.

"Aaron, O'Neill seems to be greeting you?" Ross looked at Shark O'Neill and then at Chen Long with a confused expression, but he couldn't connect these two people together.

Chen Long was also a little confused. No one in the Tigers paid attention to Barkley's program and didn't know about the bet between O'Neal and Barkley.

"Dragon, dragon, come here, come here."

To be honest, O'Neill's smirk made people not want to get close at all.

However, O'Neal is O'Neal, the once-in-a-century superstar in basketball.

Hearing his call, Chen Long walked over without thinking much.

Derrick Rose, CD Roberts, Joey Dorsey, and Antonio Anderson showed envious and jealous expressions at the same time.

First Yao Ming and then Shaquille O'Neal, they have summed up the rules, the next person to throw an olive branch at Chen Long must be Dwight Howard!

"Long, are you happy to see the two of us?" O'Neal asked mysteriously.

Chen Long was taken aback for a moment, then nodded blankly.

"Then do you know what's inside?" O'Neal deliberately moved the suitcase from Barkley's eyes to Chen Long's.

"Please, he must know." Barkley said angrily, because he was too confident in the ratings of his program.

However, Chen Long shook his head again.

"Pretending to be stupid?!" Barkley sulked as he hugged his shoulders.

A melody sounded in Chen Long's mind: kid, do you have a lot of question marks?

Seeing Barkley's unfriendly appearance, Chen Long suddenly put away his smiling face, and changed into an unfriendly expression and said, "If there is nothing else, I will go back and prepare for the game."

"Hey, don't go, Barkley has something for you." O'Neill hurriedly stuffed the suitcase into Barkley's arms, and then grabbed Chen Long's shoulder, thinking that this brat has a hotter personality than Yao Ming, yes, I like!
Barkley seemed to be constipated, unable to fart for a long time.

O'Neal laughed, "Chen Long, I made a bet with Charles before your semifinals. If the Tigers lose, I will give Russell Westbrook a championship ring."

Hearing this, Chen Long raised his eyebrows.

"The fact is that the Tigers won, Charles Barkley is now going to give you the regular season MVP trophy he won in the NBA!"

"It's a big hole, MVP trophy?!" Chen Long suddenly became uneasy, "I can get an MVP trophy before I enter the NBA? Is it true?!"

"Really, now this 1992-93 NBA regular season MVP trophy is yours." Barkley gritted his molars fiercely and said.

As soon as he took the suitcase in Buckley's hand, Chen Long suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and asked, "Can I open it?"

"Of course." Barkley nodded, actually bleeding from his heart.

O'Neal's sneer turned into a bright smile, and he gave two thumbs up to Kenny Smith's camera, showing a funny smile.

The NBA regular season MVP trophy, also known as the Maurice Podolov Cup, the sculpture on the trophy base is the posture of the first NBA president dribbling wildly. The material is not expensive but has great significance!
Looking at the words and time engraved on the base, Chen Long seemed to see the muscle collisions, violent dunks, elegant shots, and the basketball prosperity of the 90s, where the names of the greatest teams and greatest players resounded all over the world!

When Chen Long held up the MVP trophy, a golden system prompt suddenly appeared in his mind——

[Ding, congratulations to the host for winning an NBA regular season MVP trophy, and his shooting percentage increased by 20%]

(End of this chapter)