"Hey, buddy, I'm going to win!"
"Look, I just need to swing it gently and it will go into the hole.”
In a golf course, Jordan, who was dressed in a white golf suit, had a cigar in his mouth. He bent down and aimed at the golf ball that was a foot away from the hole, gently swinging it.
The ball rolled forward and landed accurately in the hole.
"Hey, we won!"
After the ball went into the hole, Jordan clenched his fist to celebrate. He ignored Magician Johnson, who was smiling bitterly behind him. He took the ball out of the hole and was about to walk back to the kickoff point when the phone on his waist rang.
"Michael, the kid you chose is very interesting.”
Hearing Oakley's voice coming from the other side, Jordan raised his eyebrows." Who are you referring to?”
"Duke, of course." Oakley laughed." He's been pestering me to learn how to box out and grab the rebound. He's been blocking my door every day. He's so persistent.”
Jordan was slightly surprised. From his old teammate's seemingly complaining tone, he could hear a hint of admiration.
It seemed like Oakley approved of the second round of the show. He didn't know what had happened.
"Not bad, these brats still know how to train.”
Jordan did not take it to heart. Duke was just a second-round pick for the team. It was a medium-sized gamble and did not deserve too much attention.
If Oakley was talking about O'Neill, he would have been surprised.
O'Neal was a famous slacker in the league. He played purely based on his talent.
At least, that was what Jordan thought.
As for Duke?
As a rookie, shouldn't he work hard?
It's not worth calling me to tell me, right?
The Alliance didn't lack hardworking people.
As Jordan thought of this, Oakley suddenly lowered his voice as if he was guarding against someone beside him."That's not all I want to say."
" Do you know, Michael? That kid beat me up a few days ago. I…"
Isn't it normal to beat you up?
You're so old, there are too many people in the Alliance who can beat you up.
Before Oakley could finish, Jordan laughed, but he did not say anything and listened quietly.
" I can't do anything to him. That kid is too strong. When I face him, it's like facing that big shark in Los Angeles. Oh no…"
"His power is perhaps even stronger than Shaq's.”
"Is that so?"
Jordan was a little surprised.
He knew that Duke was quite strong, but he had defeated Kuame Brown with that.
Now that Oakley was praising him, it was indeed impressive.
"I was beaten up by that kid. I couldn't resist at all. 5:0..."
Oakley was still rambling on about his painful experience." How many years has it been since I was bullied like this?”
"That kid is something, Michael.”
"Perhaps you can train him more in the future.”
"Yes, yes, yes…"
Jordan replied perfunctorily while listening with a smile. After the other party finished speaking, he said,"Got it, Charles. Wait for me to go back.”
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Just as she turned around, she almost bumped into Magician.
"Bro, what are you doing?"
It was obvious that the old man was eavesdropping on his phone call.
"Who are you talking about? I heard everything you said, so I'm very curious.”Magician refused to admit that he was eavesdropping. He grinned and acted shamelessly.
"It's none of your business!"
Jordan rolled his eyes. After wiping his sweat with a towel, he fell silent.
Oakley specifically called him to mention Duke, which was worth considering.
Currently, the Wizards had a lot of talent inside the paint. Including Duke and Jared Jeffries, there were already six inside players, and five of them were taller than 2.1 meters.
But in terms of who he favored, the first person that came to Jordan's mind was still Kuo May Brown.
Among these inside players, Kuame Brown had the highest ranking. He had great potential and was handpicked by him.
As for the others, Leitner was a little old, but he could provide firepower support in the paint area and could also open up space for shooting.
As for Haywood…
This person was still very daring, but his talent was a little lacking.
Jeffries...
He had chosen this rookie to increase his shooting, as a substitute for Lettner.
Duke...
Hopefully, it was really a surprise.
Thinking of this, Jordan stood up and waved at Magician." Buddy, continue."”
He did not intend to think too much about the players now. He would talk about it when he got back.
Now,
It was a rare leisure time.
Two hours later.
In the Wizards Training Center, Duke, who had been exhausted for a day, bumped into Oakley in the chest, ending a day of rebounding practice.
There was no other reason for him to look for Oakley. The Rebounding Skill Card, or rather, the Training Card, had fallen from his head.
Moreover, this training card really needed to go through learning and training before it could be completely digested and become one's own attribute points.
now...
After spending a week, he finally finished digesting it.
"Thank you very much, Charles. I've learned a lot from you during this time.”Duke said sincerely to Oakley.
"Hey!"
Oakley didn't want to say anything mushy. Instead, he replied proudly,""That was your reward for winning the duel. I lost the challenge, so I can't let you waste your energy.”
In fact, he was secretly very surprised.
He had spent most of his life practicing his rebounding skills and his sense of smell. He did not expect Duke to learn everything in a week.
This speed shocked him.
It would be difficult for an ordinary person to master it in a season. After all, the inertia of instinct was too great. No matter how many people you learned, you would subconsciously use the way you were used to playing.
To learn from others and apply what you learned to a new instinct, it would take a long time to forget the original instinct.
Duke, on the other hand, had gotten rid of his habit of relying solely on his height, wingspan, and athleticism to get a rebound in just a week. He had perfectly learned his blocking skills and his sense of rebounding.
The sense of smell for the backboard was something that could only be learned through one's consciousness. Of course, it couldn't be learned, but it could predict the approximate landing point of the basketball based on its trajectory.
This kind of thing could only be practiced after years of competition experience and analysis.
However, Duke had obtained this item during this period of time.
The speed of his improvement shocked him. In the past two days of training, it was difficult for him to grab a rebound from the opponent.
This kid was a monster!
Oakley looked at Duke and commented in his heart.
Duke, who had returned to the sidelines to rest, had another feeling in his heart.
He opened the interface and saw the system prompt. He had completed the training of the backboard skill card and received the reward.
Offensive Rebounds: 95
Defensive Rebounds: 98
After the card was fully integrated, the increase was comparable to 18 attribute points.
He couldn't help but think highly of Oakley.
As expected of a guy who had achieved double or even 13 rebounding in five seasons and nearly 10 rebounding in three seasons with just his height of 203cm.
The improvement was too great.
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