NBA Backer King

   Chapter 12 Old K

  The visiting team's locker room was extremely dull, and there was no atmosphere of winning the game at all.

   "Coach, I'm going to the parking lot first."

  Ewing hurriedly showered and left with his bag in hand.

  Pat Riley shook his head, it seemed that he was the only one attending the press conference later.

   Sure enough, after Ewing, the unlucky Oakley and John Starks also left one after another.

   After a while, when it was time for interviews in the locker room after the game, when a group of media rushed in, they found that none of the targets they wanted to interview had disappeared.

   In the home team's locker room, after Barkley went to the press conference, some media came in to start interviews, and Wang Tiejun also squatted in front of him.

   "Wang, do you have a nickname?" the reporter asked.

   In the NBA, a good nickname is impressive and a must have, which is why he asked the question.

   "Oh, Charles and the others used to call me Lao Wang, but now they call me Lao K." Wang Tiejun laughed.

   "King, King, Old Wang, Old King? Is that the old King in chess?" The reporter asked with ulterior motives.

   "Chess? What does that mean?" He only knows Chinese chess, but he doesn't understand chess.

  The reporter explained: "As long as your chess piece reaches the opponent's bottom line, you can become the king, that is, the old K. Is this what your nickname means? Do you want to be the king of the Suns?" The reporter smiled authentically.

   "Becoming a king?"

  Wang Tiejun couldn't help but ponder.

   Become a king and dominate who doesn't want to? However, with his current strength, he is too far from that level. He is still only a part-time worker, and it is not a good thing to think too much.

   "NO, Lao K is just the abbreviation of Lao Wang. You can also call me Lao Wang or King if you want." Thinking of this, he shook his head.

   The reporter was a little regretful, gave up the question, and asked, "Why do you spank John Starks? Is it your hobby?"

   After hearing the question, Wang Tiejun immediately said: "I did something wrong when I was young, my dad beat me like this.

   The so-called filial son with a stick, pampering the disobedient son, if the juniors are not obedient, there is nothing that can’t be solved by kicking the butt. If it can’t be solved, then another one, two, three, until it is resolved. "

   When the reporter heard this, his expression immediately became strange.

The next day, the New York media characterized last night's Christmas fight as a humiliating battle for the Knicks. Although they won the game, they were scolded by the media, from Ewing to Oakley, for not daring to dare. Started a war with a Chinese coolie, disgraced all New Yorkers, and the dignified New York gang was called a New York coward.

  Ewing was detained by a Chinese coolie and turned over, and then humiliated by the crotch. After getting up, he didn't fight Wang Tiejun, and was scolded by the New York media as a scumbag.

   And Oakley was scolded as a deserter and a coward because he was afraid of being spanked.

   In particular, John Starks, who was spanked, was humiliated by the New York media again after Wang Tiejun, which made him almost suffer from depression.

   In this way, Comrade Pharaoh, who has just entered the NBA league, has become the mortal enemy of the New York gang.

   In addition, the reporter who interviewed Wang Tiejun in the locker room was a reporter from the New York Sports News. The reason why Comrade Pharaoh spanked Starks was on the front page of the sports newspaper.

   This made John Starks the laughing stock of the whole United States.

   At noon, when the Knicks arrived at the airport and were about to leave Phoenix, they were blocked by the media at the airport, and the three Oakleys, who had been hiding from the media, had to be interviewed.

   "Next time we meet, I won't let him go. I'm going to make a punch with him off the court." Oakley gritted his teeth.

   "But he only has a ten-day short contract, so you may not have the chance to meet again," the reporter reminded.

   "Then count him lucky."

  Oakley said angrily: "He is a bastard, he doesn't understand the rules at all, how can he humiliate his opponent like that?"

   "John, what do you think the Chinese coolie's purpose is to spank you? Do you think he is a pervert, or a ... big pervert?" a reporter asked.

   "He's a big pervert, I won't let him go." John Starks cursed with red eyes.

   "What do you want to do?" the reporter asked.

"me…"

   Starks gritted his teeth and cursed: "I'm going to kick his ass, I won't let him go."

   "But he said it was because his father was like that when he was a child..." the reporter said.

"To shut up!"

  John Starks blushed and interrupted the reporter with an angry scolding, shouting: "He is a pervert. He was abused by his father when he was a child, and he has become a pervert!"

"Patrick, after experiencing the humiliation of the crotch, why didn't you choose to wave your fist at the Chinese coolie? As a black man, can you endure the humiliation of the crotch imposed on you by a yellow race?" a reporter asked .

Ewing hated the media the most, and said in a very blunt and indifferent tone: "The first thing I have to do is to protect John. I did that. John was saved, and he got rid of that pervert. Also, who imposed it on me? I will not bear the humiliation of the crotch, especially a yellow race."

   "What would you do if you ran into him again?" the reporter asked.

   "I will cut 50+ off his head, and I will give him back everything he did on my head yesterday." Ewing said coldly.

   At this time, the Suns set off again, headed to the East, and started another round of road trips. The first stop was the Orlando Magic.

Speaking of the Magic, this team has become a big winner in this year's draft. The No. 1 pick Shaq O'Neal has already shown his peak performance in less than a month, and has a good chance to become the fourth super center in the league. .

This big man is a monster, both static and dynamic talents are top-notch, and his comprehensive quality is unique in the history of the league. His speed and flexibility are comparable to that of top guards, and his explosiveness is comparable to that of top small forwards. A big man is a perverted beast, even Chamberlain back then was only quite the same.

The top three players in this year's draft are all centers, and the center is also the most valuable player. The second place is Alonzo Mourning, the third overall pick is Kristen Laettner, O'Neal is the best, Mourning is a little worse, and Laettner is weaker a grade.

  The evening of the 28th, the match day.

   "Kevin Johnson at No. 1, Dan Marley at No. 2, Richard Dumars at No. 3, Barkley at No. 4, No. 5...Oliver Miller."

  The visiting team's locker room, coach Paul Westphal announced tonight's starting lineup.

"yeah!"

   Hearing his name, Oliver Miller jumped up excitedly.

   He looked at Wang Tiejun provocatively with a proud look on his face.

   "Congratulations, Oliver, come on!"

   Mark West, who has come back, stood up and said to Oliver Miller with enthusiasm.

  Wang Tiejun didn't even look at the two of them. He had no illusions about being the starting center. He was still on a ten-day short contract. It would be nice to have the chance to play.

   Westphal and Colangelo looked at each other and nodded.

They have already discussed, and give Miller some more chances. After all, he is a first-round pick and the future main center selected by the team. Apart from not being tall enough and overweight, his potential is still very good. The team needs to pay more attention to him. Be patient.

   At this moment, Wang Tiejun had a flower in front of him, and the system screen appeared.

   "Host, only limited to basketball ability, please let Shaq O'Neal feel sour for a while, and you will be rewarded with 100 points."

   Looking at the content of the task, he was stunned.

   (end of this chapter)