On August 12th, before the end of the Los Angeles Olympics, Jordan's university team defeated the Bullfighting Country 96:65 in the final. But there was no other way. These countries couldn't even be homonyms now. They won the ninth gold medal of the American men's basketball team with a 31-point advantage.
In these eight games, the US team's net wins were all in double digits.
The most they won was 58 points, 120:62 against France. The least they won was 11 points, 78:67 against the Federal Republic of Germany, and an average of 32.1 points per game. The US team beat their opponents with an average of 32.3 points per game. It was extremely terrifying.
Fortunately, the Chinese national basketball team did not lose the worst. France was at the bottom, but it also allowed the national basketball team to get to know Jordan, Ewing, and others for the first time.
The Los Angeles Olympics was also Michael Jordan's first time on the international basketball stage. His average score of 17.1 per game was the highest on the team.
The world was so noisy, and the Olympics were so grand, but Liang Wenhao was like an ascetic monk. He had been training hard and torturing himself like a dog every day before he returned home.
Even Liang Fu's heart ached when he saw this, and he had no choice but to serve them well.
Every time he saw his son come home in a miserable state, he sighed that it was not easy to get such a high salary from the team.
Fortunately, Liang Wenhao was young and energetic the next day.
On August 15th, the general manager of the team called him and said that he had found a few training partners for him so that he could train better.
Liang Wenhao arrived at the training center with suspicion.
However, when he entered the stadium and saw the burly men who were over two meters tall, he was shocked.
These people were all wearing singlets and shorts. They were muscular, and their arms were thicker than his thighs. They looked at him with ridicule, provocation, and contempt.
Artes, is this my sparring partner?
Bullshit, right?
They were clearly fitness trainers?
Liang Wenhao was speechless.
"Go train!"
Liang Wenhao turned his head and saw the head coach smiling at him with his arms crossed. He looked like he was watching a good show.
Ever since he saw him training alone a few days ago, John Bach had been paying attention to him in the library, so the two of them had known each other for a long time.
Bach had once questioned Liang Wenhao's fancy offensive techniques, but they were all ignored, which made the former furious.
Now, retribution had come.
If Bach thought that Liang Wenhao was looking for a sparring partner, he would find a bunch of fitness maniacs. His goal was to let Liang Wenhao experience the dangers of the world.
"You guys are just standing here. This, this..."
"When he dribbles the ball in, try your best to interfere with him. He can do whatever he wants. As long as you can defend against the next goal, you will receive 10 dollars.”
"But be careful. Don't let him get hurt. If there's danger, you have to be protective.”
Bach did not even ask for Liang Wenhao's permission. He directly brought the group of fitness experts onto the stage and directed their positioning.
He looked so serious and sinister. He even promised a large sum of money to get rid of Liang Wenhao.
The three fitness experts each earned 10 dollars for defending a ball. In a day, their income was estimated to exceed a thousand.
This was equivalent to the monthly income of these people.
Naturally, they were happy to play along. They rubbed their fists and provoked Liang Wenhao crazily.
However, Liang Wenhao's eyes lit up when he heard that he could earn 10 dollars for defending the next ball.
"John, what about me? What about me?”
"If I score a goal, do you want to reward me?”
Reward your head!
Bach glared at him and was about to refuse.
Because the team was responsible for the money of those fitness experts, he did not have to pay a single cent.
However, he thought that since the defending side had a reward, the attacking side had to have talent as well. This would be fair and would give Liang Wenhao more motivation.
Moreover, he didn't think that Liang Wenhao could score a few goals in front of those meatballs.
Therefore, he gritted his teeth and said," Every time you score a goal, I'll pay out of my own pocket and reward you with 10 dollars.”
Liang Wenhao immediately made an OK gesture and walked into the court confidently.
However, when he saw the three meat stakes forming a triangle and nailed firmly to the basket, he felt his heart skip a beat.
What grudge do I have with you, Bach?
Soon, he rushed in with the ball.
Liang Wenhao changed directions and passed the first person he met.
However, just as he took a step in, he bumped into someone behind him, causing him to almost fly out and lose his basketball.
His first attack ended in a magnificent failure.
Ten dollars?
The three fitness experts were secretly delighted. Today's work was much easier than they had imagined.
On the second ball, Liang Wenhao continued to attack the basket. This time, he played a trick. After breaking through the first player, he immediately collected the ball and sent the second player flying.
However, just as he was about to attack, a third person came to block him, almost sending him flying in the air.
With his body losing balance, his attack naturally failed.
With another ten dollars in their hands, the three guys became even more excited and acted even more fiercely.
Fortunately, they still remembered Bach's instructions not to hurt Liang Wenhao.
Therefore, they still tried their best to protect each other.
What happened next was:
To welcome a man to the top, to force a man to lock him up, to add a man to the top, to ignore the man;
A man with a hidden arrow can defend himself, a man with a wooden stick can support himself, a man with a lone palm can make a sound, and a man with a knowing heart can retreat.
Suffering from the friendship between men, the separation of men…
The scene was full of collisions between men. The scene was extremely tragic and tragic.
By lunchtime, Liang Wenhao, who was exhausted as a dog, went down to rest. He looked at the three muscular men who were also exhausted and still had lingering fears.
Seeing this situation, Bach quickly walked up to him and sneered,"Liang, how is it? This doesn't feel good, does it?"
He had thought that Liang Wenhao would give up on those fancy offensive methods after a morning of intense training, but who knew that it would provoke his opponent's competitive spirit instead?
"Come back tomorrow, how about it?"
Liang Wenhao was not discouraged at all. He chuckled and looked at Bach.
"No problem!"
Bach crossed his arms and replied confidently.
However, Liang Wenhao suddenly reached out his hand to him." Take the money!”
The old man's expression immediately changed. He obediently took out a few ten-dollar bills from his pocket and handed them to him.
Throughout the morning, he practiced and stopped. Although most of his attacks failed, Liang Wenhao still managed to score a few immortal goals.
The old man could only take out his money and admit defeat.
(I didn't get much support tonight. I'm too masculine. Brothers, please support me. Flowers, comments, and gifts. I like these the most!)）
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