Basketball UFO

College life is over, youth is over, I miss it a little bit.

I just want to give myself a vacation and welcome the upcoming NBA life, the adult world.

Carter was wearing casual clothes, whistling, and walking on the Las Vegas Strip. He didn't think about anything these days, and he was completely relaxed.

Just do one thing.

Seeing a young girl with a hot figure, she opened the way with a smile and went up to show her fists.

Looking at Carter's figure, the girl also smiled and made pink fists, one big and one small fist bumping together. Unexpectedly, Carter turned his palm over and found a plastic-bound square card in his palm, used for playing Landlords.

The girl took a closer look, her heart skipped a beat, she opened her thin hand, held down the extra large card, grabbed Carter's warm palm, and walked towards the nearest hotel.

No way, this is holiday life.

In the two weeks after the NCAA finals, Carter was like a ghost, wandering around various cities in the United States. Whether it's the East Coast, the West Coast, or the Colorado Plateau, he's everywhere.

I finally had enough fun with the customs and customs of different places in the United States, and finally got to know a lot about the passion and passion of American girls.

When you stay at Caesars Palace, you naturally want to play a few hands at the card table and try your luck.

It's a pity that he is not good at this. He loses more and wins less, just treating it as a small game.

"Hey, you can't play like this, I'll teach you." The rough man next to him was very disdainful of Carter's card skills and took the initiative to strike up a conversation, "Look at me."

Sure enough, the big guy successfully won the next round.

"Did you see it? This is poker skills." The man grinned and raised his eyebrows, as if he was using his brain. "Basketball player? Your body is not good enough."

"Just getting ready to enter the league." Carter imitated the dealer and asked for two cards. The points were almost the same. He bid another one and finally won the game. "Big guy, you are Charles Oakley, right? NBA. Players, very tough.”

"I guess you are discerning, hehe." Being recognized by the handsome guy obviously made Oakley very proud. As a person who has experienced it, he taught, "The NBA is not for children. You need to be stronger."

Oakley's big head suddenly enlightened, "Oh, I remembered, you are Vince Carter, the MOP of the NCAA Final Four this season. Hey, I watch the NCAA Finals every year, this year's game is very good, Tim Duncan He is a super insider, much better than Antoine Walker."

Carter smiled, "The college league is not as competitive as the professional league. I'm looking forward to it."

"That is, you have top talent, but your body and strength are still far behind."

Carter picked up a card and suddenly threw it toward the dealer. With a whoosh, a corner of the card stuck on the card table and stood firmly, and the tablecloth had been torn.

"This?" Carter looked sideways at Oakley, "A combination of strength and skill?"

Charles Oakley's eyes widened in surprise, "Hey, is this a movie? It's amazing."

The card players at the same table applauded when they saw this scene.

Carter smiled and waved his hand. It's not a big deal. In parallel time and space, his reactions are extremely fast. His marksmanship and fighting skills are top-notch. Wounding people with cards is just a hobby.

"I'm sorry, sir, you need compensation!" The croupier shrugged, showing a professional smile, looking businesslike.

"I'll make it up to you, this skill is so awesome." Oakley was excited and responded, patting his chest, "Vince, I believe there will be a place for you in the future NBA. Just like that man, he will definitely appreciate it. your."

"That man?"

"Of course, Michael Jordan, everyone knows it." Charles Oakley smiled and looked at the chandelier on the dome. "I used to be in the Chicago Bulls and was on his team to protect him. Now that I'm playing for the New York Knicks, I have to stop him. He continues to win, it’s a career.”

"Of course, I will also report it to the Knicks and ask them to select you in this year's draft."

In recent years, the New York Knicks, built by Pat Riley, have players such as Ewing and Alan Houston. They have a good record and are a playoff team. The first-round pick will only be after the lottery pick.

Although Pat Riley left New York for Miami, Jeff Van Gundy also put the team together well.

"The lottery is too far away for me." Carter stood up and left.

"Hey, boy, you are such a stinker."

Oakley is helpless. Although MOP has a certain influence in the semi-finals, it is not much.

The player's talent is the most important thing. The talent Carter has shown before is far less than that of Tim Duncan, so it is normal for him to be underestimated in the draft.

"Listen, my name is Vince Carter."

With his back to Oakley, he waved gracefully.

Charles Oakley looked at Carter's back and seemed to think of something. He immediately picked up the phone and called his agent Billy Diamond, "Listen Billy, I found a special young man who has magical powers." With his advanced technology and strong ambition, if you sign him and join your company, you will make a lot of money."

"His name is Vince Carter. Definitely a super rookie."

Before the 1996 draft, countless players were super rookies. Iverson, Marbury, and Ray Allen on the back line, Camby and Walker on the inside, Raheem at the small forward position, etc., all had super talents.

This group has been identified as having top-five pick quality. There is also Kobe Bryant, a high school student from Italy, who also shows super talent.

Oakley was still talking, but Billy couldn't help but cursed, "Damn it, we have a game tomorrow, and you're still in Las Vegas."

"Wait, who are you talking about? Vince Carter, he is this year's NCAA Final Four MOP, Wake Forest University won the championship. He is a basketball genius, but compared to the top talents of Iverson and others, he is still inferior Some."

"But he is a super confident guy. He reminds me of Michael Jordan. He is great, a combination of skill and strength." Oakley was unconvinced and retorted.

Even if he only saw Carter perform on the court a few times, just looking at Carter's words and deeds just now, Charles Oakley can still be confident.

This is his instinct to be a star "beater". Of course, he positions himself as the team's "guardian". From assisting Jordan to now assisting Ewing, he can feel the confidence and ambition of these top players. He is confident that he can lead the team to win the championship, and he dislikes being bound to others to win the championship.

In fact, in parallel time and space, after Carter entered the league in 1998, he became teammates with Charles Oakley on the Toronto Raptors, and the two worked together for three seasons. However, Carter in parallel time and space did not have the ambition to become a superstar and did not fully realize his talent.

"By the way, I want to recommend him to Mr. Jeff Van Gundy. He will definitely like this guy." Oakley became more and more excited as he talked, as if he had discovered a treasure.

He even wanted to contact team manager Ernie Grunfield directly.

"Charles, are you listening to me?" Billy Diamond became impatient. "The game, your most important task is the game. There will be a regular season tomorrow. Now, immediately, immediately, return to Phoenix, this The away team wants to win.”

"Don't worry, it's only 500 kilometers." Oakley obviously hasn't had enough fun yet.

Billy Diamond only cared about chasing Oakley home and didn't care about Carter's agent contract. He was trying to become Ray Allen's agent. Ray Allen was the embryo of a super guard.