Back in 84, he became Jordan’s lifelong enemy!

Chapter 1 His level is as high as three or four stories high!
"Are you really leaving?"

"Yes, the offer has arrived, and the visa and passport have been processed. Now come back and pack some things."

"What a shame. If you were shorter, you could join us, top student!"

"Okay, that's it. Let's get together again when we have the chance."

"OK! No problem! I'll wait for you to come back."

At TVB headquarters, a young man nearly two meters tall left, walked further and further away, and finally disappeared on the street corner.

Although this artist training class was called the Whampoa Military Academy for Hong Kong stars, he left without hesitation and without hesitation.

And still standing at the gate, frozen in place, were a group of students.

These students include graduates of the 82 class: Xing Zai, Ouyang Zhenhua, Wu Zhenyu, Wu Jiali, and MJ’s backup dancer Xu Jinjiang
There are also newly admitted freshmen from the Class of 83: Fang Tangjing, the actor who jumps back and forth on the edge of being beaten;
Mr. Liu Qingyun, a good citizen;

Lan Jieying, the beautiful Spring Thirteenth Lady of Wutai Mountain, and TVB Princess Zeng Huaqian.

Su Junjie turned around and looked at the group of seniors and classmates who were either regretful or curious, feeling increasingly sad.

His cousin was just a security guard who came here to work a summer job during the holidays. He actually had two trainees come to see him off. He had to admire his cousin's popularity.

"Go back, go back."

After he dismissed everyone with a wave of his hand, he didn't care and walked into the classroom with his head down. What was raging in his mind were all the scenes he had spent with his cousin in the past two years.

His cousin, Su Wen, transferred his citizenship from the mainland and came to Xiangjiang to study. In his impression, he was always polite and rarely spoke.

I don't like to play, nor do I like to watch TV movies. All I care about is basketball.

What surprised him most was that the other party had grown 20 centimeters in height in just two years.

What a rush!
When he thought of this, Su Junjie couldn't help but curse.

In just two years, his cousin has become tall and handsome. Where can he reason with him?
Just like what he said when his cousin said goodbye, if the other person is 10 centimeters shorter, he will definitely become one of them, and may even be valued by TVB leaders.

According to what his cousin said to him before, Lan Jieying is a "beautiful woman from Wutai Mountain", so in his eyes, his cousin is a beauty from Hong Kong and Taiwan.

But such a beautiful and prosperous person actually doesn't like beauties or play. He only works all day to make money or hang out on the basketball court.

Why is a guy who only has money in his eyes and only plays with a ball in his arms so handsome?
No reason!
It's just a waste of money!

"Ajay!"

Just when Su Junjie was secretly resenting his cousin, Fang Tangjing behind him asked, "Is your cousin going to study abroad?"

"Ok!"

Su Junjie nodded, with an inexplicable complexion in his eyes, and said, "What did he say about pursuing your dreams!"

"Go play in the NBA!"

"What is NBA?" Fang Tangjing asked curiously.

"I'm not sure!" Su Junjie shrugged, "It's a basketball league."

"Basketball league? Is your cousin's basketball level very high?
"Well, very high!"

"How tall is it?"

"It's as high as three or four floors!"

Half a month later, Auburn University.

The weather was clear and cloudless.

In the afternoon under the direct sun, the basketball stadium was already bustling with people.

There were many fans who came to sign up for the school team selection.

Well, that's right.

In the eyes of Tigers assistant coach Jeff Friend, these people are just fans!
In his opinion, these people even took three steps to lay up, and they were all deviant and twisted. Aren't they just fans who came to sign up because of their passion?Who of the serious players would end up like that?
All three steps were violated.

Looking at a trial trainee who was staggering and about to fall, Flanders slapped his forehead with a headache and felt a sting in his eyes.

There are hundreds of applicants now concentrated in this basketball gym. There are many people with solid basic skills and skills, but most of them are beginners.

This makes him very pessimistic about the future of the team.

It’s true that Auburn University is not a famous basketball school, but it is among the top [-] colleges in the United States. The achievements of various NCAA sports are also very high. How come when it comes to basketball, they are all just cats and dogs. Dates?
Why?
Why are all the proud students in high school being robbed?
Why are North Carolina, UCLA, Duke and Kentucky the first choices for those talents?
Why can't they have a better No. [-] position?
"How was your day, Jeff?"

A happy voice sounded from behind, interrupting the resentment in Jeff Friend's heart.

He looked back and saw that his coach Sonny Smith was here.

Seeing the latter's cheerful face full of smiles, Flanders couldn't bear to pour cold water on him.

But after thinking about it, he still handed the form in his hand to the other party, "The list above is all the applicants who have signed up one after another this week."

Smith glanced at the list and found that there were only about ten people, and asked in surprise: "Is this the only number of people left?"

"Yes."

Flanders nodded, feeling a little sore in his balls, "These are the members of the first round of trial training who were finally retained after our coaching staff calculated and reviewed and relaxed the conditions."

"That's true."

Smith could no longer speak.

He looked at the list in his hand and wanted to cry.

The conditions have been relaxed, but there are still so few people entering the second round of auditions. This is really, really difficult.

He carefully felt the height column on the registration form, and his headache became even more severe, "There is still no suitable No. [-] position."

"That's right." Flanders said with a wry smile: "The No. [-] position we wanted is still not here."

"Even if it only requires a size five height."

哎这
Smith wanted to throw the form in his hand into the trash can, but when he thought about the team's real shortage of talent, he couldn't bear it.

Auburn University is not a famous basketball school and cannot attract talents. It can only use the most primitive method to conduct large-scale auditions in order to miss out and see what talents will ignore those famous basketball schools and enter their bowl.

Now it seems
No!

not a single one.

In the evaluation column at the back of the list on the form, the best evaluation given by the coaching staff for a dozen guys who entered the second round was all "qualified".

Just qualified.

Not even 'excellent', let alone 'genius'.

Excellent players are already 'potential players' in their minds and can be cultivated.

And genius?

This is a talent that can be cultivated vigorously, a guy who may enter the first round of the NBA in the future.

For example, Charles Barkley and Chuck Person are currently on the Tigers' roster.

These two are the talents that Smith believes are most likely to enter the first round or even the lottery.

"Sorry, I'm late!"

When Smith was holding the form and considering whether to return to the office immediately, a young voice sounded from behind.

He and Flender both turned their heads and looked at the person, only to find that it was an Asian, or rather Asian, about two meters tall.

(End of this chapter)