Seeing the man chewing gum, Li Ang unconsciously rang a BGM in his heart:

It's him, it's him, it's him, the old gangster of the league, Mike Joe!

It's him, it's him, it's him, the God of basketball, Mike Joe!

He is taller than the sky in heaven, and pretends to be more sexy than a bird.

Ewing fought over Ma Long, and this man was Mike Joe!

"Hey, why are you silly? Give me the ball, oh my god!"

With a "bang", accompanied by a scream, the old gangster was shot by a basketball.

As strong as Jordan, he was unable to be handsome in this training hall for three seconds.

At that time, the air seemed to be solidified, and Li Ang was so embarrassed that he could detonate two bedrooms and one living room on the basketball court with his big toe.

Li Ang swallowed, "Damn... Who killed me?" I'm afraid!

When I turned my head and saw that the real murderer Da Ben was also confused.

He heard Jordan say he gave him the ball, so he smashed it hard.

What bad intentions can I have? It’s just that his passes and free throws are just such a style of miracles.

Otherwise, how do you think that 30% free throw shooting percentage comes from?

But because the old hooligan was staring at Li Ang, he didn't notice that Da Ben smashed the ball over.

By the time he realized it, the ball had already hit the head, smashing the gum in Jordan's mouth away.

The old hooligan covered his head and his mouth twitched. I, Mike Joe, had been walking in the world for many years, and had never been smashed by someone with a ball.

Today, it was actually in the hands of two little ghosts!

OK OK OK, you two gave me a warning as soon as they came.

"Who is it!"

Jordan yelled, Li Ang and Da Ben looked at each other, then spread their hands and shook their heads in a very tacit understanding: "Didn't you see, do you see there is a fourth person here? No!"

Good guy, this damn turned into a horror story.

Jordan's veins bulged, but he tried hard to tell himself: I want to be a gentle person, I want to be a gentle person, being too angry is not good for the body, and not good for the body...

After taking a few deep breaths, the old hooligan finally forced his anger to suppress.

"Ahem...boy, give me the ball.

Stop! Don't move that boy who plays on the Wizards!"

Li Ang passed the ball speechlessly to the old hooligan, who finally completed a shot.

But it was useless. Jordan, who had originally been handsome, has now become an extremely silly person.

Danzi has been pretending to behave for many years, but she never thought that she had overturned her car in a small training hall.

At this time, Old Oakley pushed the door and walked in.

Seeing the three of them gathered together, Oakley smiled and said, "Oh, it seems you are getting along well!"

The old hooligan forced himself to smile: "Yes, your two disciples are very special!"

"Okay, I don't need to introduce you to this master. He hasn't played basketball for a long time and I want to come and have fun.

Li, today you come to entertain Mr. Qiao, no, today you train with Mikong. Aren’t you learning to make a close-range turnover jump shot? No one knows turnover jump shot better than him!”

Since the league was officially suspended at the end of the season, the old hooligan has been addicted to playing cards every day and can't extricate himself.

After all, I've been gambled.

But the gambling day and night also made the old hooligan feel a little empty.

Just like when Li Ang, who played games day and night after the college entrance examination, was so empty that he began to think about the mystery of the origin of mankind.

Finally, Li Ang came to the conclusion, just one word - day!

Similarly, the old hooligan is probably tired of playing, so he wants to find a place to play basketball to solve his physiological needs.

I called and asked me how many of them were either resting or practicing physical fitness at the Golden Club.

Only Oakley said that he was training with two young people recently and asked the old hooligan to come and play.

Of course, he also has selfish intentions, that is, he hopes that the old gangster can give guidance to the talented Li Ang.

Big Ben: What about me?

Oakley: You don’t need to give advice. After all, you averaged a terrible 3.1 points per game last season, and there is no room for improvement.

Although Oakley and Jordan were no longer teammates many years ago, their relationship in private has been well maintained.

In this way, the old gangster airborne the Big Apple City and came to Oakley's training camp.

When Li Ang suddenly widened his eyes when he heard Oakley let him practice with the old hooligan.

Damn...it's like dreaming on a horse!

Jordan also let out a big sigh. Fortunately, I didn't let me practice with the Wizards!

This Asian guy looks quite serious ~

"What's your name? How old are you this year~" Uncle Qiao knew that he was an old customer when he spoke.

"Li Ang, 19 years old, NJCAA champion, Finals MVP."

"Oh, NJCAA, it's not bad, where is the hometown?"

"Flower planters."

"Oh, I've never seen a flower planter like you before... Oh, I remembered it. In Atlanta in 1996, that boy David Robinson was also a flower planter.

OK, you practice first, I'll come to you later."

After that, the old hooligan walked towards Oakland.

Li Ang's heart was beating wildly. As a fan in his previous life, Li Ang only watched old hooligans in the video.

Today, I actually saw a real person.

This is a living legend!

I always feel that everything is unrealistic.

After Li Ang warmed up for a while, the old hooligan changed into his jersey and came back.

Although I haven't trained for some days, God's figure is still very unsatisfied.

After looking at Jordan's body up close, Li Ang sighed even more that he was born to be a basketball player.

Especially those big hands, a Lakers player had to hold Shaq's thigh and cry when he saw it.

"Charles told me, you guys can, NJCAA Finals 41+25, not bad. Next season, I heard you are going to play at the University of Maryland.

In other words, you are likely to enter the league in the future.

Come on, boy, for the sake of yours being an Oakley disciple, I will teach you a few tricks and ensure you benefit from it.”

The old hooligan smiled, and at this moment he seemed not as terrible as he imagined.

After saying that, the old hooligan held the ball in both hands and taught Li Ang's skills to protect the ball.

He told Li Ang that when dribbling in front of others, try to keep your body sideways and lower your center of gravity.

"In this way, if a defender wants to grab the ball in your hand, he must pass his hands between your legs.

In this way, if the opponent reaches out to steal, there is a 90% chance that he can commit a foul.

Why is it 90% not 100%? Because I can take this ball without fouling.

Oh, but don’t panic, after all, I’m planning to retire.”

Li Ang:...

Are you a football addiction?

Now I directly suspect that you just want to pretend to be so that you came here!

After practicing for a few times, the old gangster seemed to feel that it was not easy to practice dribbling alone.

So, he began to teach Li Ang to turn over and jump shot.

"A jump shot, as a...whether boy, where are you playing?"

"Scoring guard."

"Oh, the shooting guard... 25 rebounds in a single game, all scored in the three-second zone... OK, this is a defender!

As a shooting guard, you will have to turn over and jump shots.

Look, I will teach you.”

After saying that, the old hooligan took the basketball and turned around and leaned back.

"Have you learned it?"
To be continued...