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

Chapter 131 Uninvited guest!

"The Western Conference finals, 66 points, is this guy too good?"

In the morning, Michael Jordan drove his small Ferrari supercar and passed by a restaurant. When he stopped to buy a bottle of water to quench his thirst, he heard two customers with their backs to him mention Su Wen.

The first thing that struck his ears was Su Wenxi's scoring data in the first game of the final, which made him want to turn around and leave.

During this time, Su Wen was too popular.

No matter where he went, he heard the name more or less from the mouths of passers-by.

After scoring 66 points in a single game in the Western Conference finals, Su Wen created an achievement that even Wilt Chamberlain and many other scoring madmen could not achieve, and caused a sensation in the United States.

Even here in Chicago, he has always been the first thing fans talk about.

media news, newspapers, television

As long as it's in the sports section, it's full of Su Wen's 'photo stickers'.

Jordan was tired of hearing it and felt nauseated. Whenever Su Wen was discussed, he would have a stress reaction and feel uncomfortable.

The same is true now.

He turned around and left almost subconsciously.

But with his outstanding height and his reputation as a household name in Chicago, the store owner recognized him immediately and exclaimed.

In just a second, he was surrounded by customers.

Now, it was too late to leave. He could only face the people's greetings and love with a forced smile.

However, something happened soon that made him very unhappy.

This group of fans greeted him and exchanged pleasantries for a while. However, a very few guys got too carried away and yelled at him: "Michael, that guy from the SuperSonics scored 66 points in the Western Conference Finals against the Lakers. If it was... You, you must be able to score higher than him, right?"

"???"

Danzi turned his head to look at the man, with a question mark on his face, and at the same time, he subconsciously cursed.

shit! ! !

Which pot are you going to pick up if you don’t open it?

Are you deliberately disgusting me?

He resisted the urge to punch the fan in the face and forced a smile: "Yeah, man!"

"If it were me, I could get 76 points, 86 points."

"Hey!" The fan got his response and suddenly became proud, "Look, I knew Michael wouldn't lose to that kid."

The surrounding fans all echoed, "Yes, our Michael will not be worse than that kid."

"I have always had great confidence in Michael. He is no worse than Su Wen. If Su Wen can do it, Michael can do it too, isn't it the Lakers? Michael can score 100 points in a game!"

"As long as he wants!"

Danzi's forehead had blue veins popping out, and he secretly suppressed the feeling of nausea that he wanted to spit out.

Can you please stop mentioning that guy?

and also!

Why don't we just call them Lakers?

Although the Lakers are not very good, we still have to fight from the east to encounter them.

But we were eliminated in the first round! Eliminated!

Danzi believes that his scoring ability is no worse than Su Wen, but he has little confidence in leading this Bulls out of the Eastern Conference.

Ulrich, who looks like a good scorer but is actually a big colander;

Quintin Daly, who is not tall enough, only scores points, is strong offensively and weak defensively, and only smokes, drinks, and perms his hair all day long;

Steve Johnson, who has height but no outstanding offensive ability;

And the master controller Ennis Wortley, who often colludes with Ulrich, pretends to be powerful, and always fights against him, but his own strength is so good.

The rest, there are still some dawdling around, working with cats and dogs without any ambition.

Just one Dave Korsin would be of great use.

But this guy has not been reused by the coaching staff and has been wandering between the main lineup and the substitute lineup.

I want to lead this group of crooked melons to break out of the Eastern Conference and join the Lakers in the Finals.

Danzi said helplessly, "It's really difficult for me!"

After buying water and taking a sip of water, Danzi endured the discomfort in his heart, said goodbye to the crowd, got into his supercar, and sped away.

He still has to attend the merchant's endorsement event today.

"Ding dong!"

Entering the fierce Western Conference finals, Su Wen finally got a day off and had been lying in bed with his body stretched out. Su Wen was woken up by the doorbell in a daze.

He sat up, opened his eyes and glanced out the window, and found that it was already afternoon.

I was quite surprised.

Did I sleep enough this time?

Just when he was about to get out of bed, the doorbell kept ringing like a reminder, making him frown.

Hurrying slowly, he walked outside the iron gate and unexpectedly saw the magician looking towards him through the crack of the iron gate with a smile on his face.

In addition to Magic, there are a number of Lakers' main players behind him.

"???"

Su Wen looked at them in surprise and confusion. After opening the door, he asked doubtfully: "What are you guys doing?"

"Aren't we welcome?"

The magician glanced at him with a smile, and without waiting for his response, he stepped in calmly.

Following him were Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, James Worthy, Byron Scott, who nodded to Suvin, and Michael Cooper, who had been entangled with him.

"You have a nice place here."

After the magician walked in, he looked at the spring scenery in the front yard of the mansion and sighed: "You have a good sense and you chose a good place."

Did I really invite you here?

Su Wen closed the door in confusion and followed behind.

He was a little confused as to how this group of people found their way here, even though he had never told any of them his home address.

"It looks quite big. It's estimated to cost four to five million US dollars. He should have made a lot of money." Danzi's senior brother, James Worthy, also commented on the mansion.

"He is indeed a super new star who scored 66 points on us." Byron Scott nodded in agreement and continued: "In the first year after entering the league, I was able to buy a big house. I am envious and jealous. And hate!”

Only Kareem Abdul-Jabbar and Cooper did not participate in the discussion, but their eyes never left the surrounding scenery, and their eyes were filled with brilliance.

Apparently, they were also happy with the house.

"Are you a real estate agent?"

Although Su Wen didn't understand why these guys found his home, it didn't stop him from giving everyone a roll of his eyes. “Damn real estate agents.”

The magician grinned at him angrily, "Have you ever seen such a tall and handsome real estate agent?"

Su Wen ignored him. He was still a little sleepy and yawned to himself.

"Huh?" The magician saw him looking awake and wearing pajamas, and asked in surprise: "Did you do something last night?"

"No."

Su Wen closed his open mouth and said, "I've been sleeping for almost a day."

As he spoke, he walked to the front of everyone, led them into the hall, and said casually: "You can find a place to sit by yourselves first, or just look around. I'll go up and change clothes."

After saying that, he went upstairs on his own.

When he returned to his room and was about to close the door and change clothes, he was shocked to find a braised egg sticking out from the back of his head.

The magician followed him at some point and was peering into the master bedroom, exclaiming, "Your room?"

"It doesn't look like it."

"Why doesn't it look like it?" Su Wen asked angrily.

Seeing that the other party forced his way in without any hesitation, Su Wen didn't bother to close the door.

"Too clean."

The magician walked in and looked around his bed. Looking at everything neat, bright and clean, he shook his head and smiled: "This is the first time I have seen such a clean man's room."

"Then how dirty are you?"

Su Wen glanced at him speechlessly, walked into the cloakroom, and began to change clothes.

Of course, the magician had no interest in spying on men changing clothes. He was simply curious about Su Wen's master bedroom.

When Su Wen entered the cloakroom, he was watching from outside. Not long after, he walked out to the balcony and looked at the endless Puget Sound, the inner sea of ​​Seattle, with a look of amazement in his eyes.

"The view here is so good. No wonder your skills have improved so much that you can score 60+ hits on our heads."

"Oh?" Su Wen's words came from the cloakroom, "The house has a good view, what does it have to do with football skills?"

"Even if I don't buy the house here, I can still get 60+ on your head."

"hehe!"

The magician immediately glanced in the direction of the cloakroom with a look of contempt that he understood, even though Su Wen inside could not see it.

When Su Wen appeared in front of him again, he had already changed into casual home clothes.

A white collared short-sleeved shirt, a pair of cream straight trousers, and a pair of flip-flops.

This flip-flop is a special supply from a Chinese supermarket. Su Wen found it after looking for it for a long time.

In this day and age, it’s rare to see flip-flops sold in the United States.

Dressed like this casually, like a low-key rich man in the urban village of Yangcheng, Su Wen still gave the magician a clean and sunny feeling.

As long as a person is handsome, no matter what he wears, his appearance cannot be concealed.

Stepping out of the balcony, Su Wen couldn't help but ask them why they were here and how they found this place.

"Heh." After hearing his question, the magician laughed disdainfully and replied matter-of-factly: "Boy, you are famous here. If you ask any passerby, they will know where you live."

"So, it's so easy to find you!"

"Uh" Su Wen smiled helplessly.

Since becoming famous, his home address has become known to everyone in Seattle.

Even if he doesn't like it, media, newspapers, or sports news will show his mansion to the public from time to time.

This is one of the biggest worries about celebrities.

Fortunately, after the initial freshness and popularity, local fans are no longer as crazy as before, and most of them also know how to respect privacy. Therefore, Su Wen did not receive much harassment.

Even if there is harassment that is not open to the eyes, Su Wen will either deal with it in a 'friendly way' personally, or neighbors will help to distract it.

Even if there is no one around, this area is a wealthy area. If you make a call, there will be security personnel to help.

It is difficult for ordinary people to enter this area.

As for the purpose of this trip, the magician thought for a while and said with a smile: "Nothing, I just wanted to see where you live."

"While you're gone, I'll set off a bomb and blow you up into the sky."

At this point, he bared his teeth, glared at Su Wen fiercely, and threatened: "Who dared you to score so many points on us?"

"Then I'm going to call the police now."

Su Wenhun yawned nonchalantly, turned around and walked back to the room, pretending to make a phone call.

"Ha ha!"

The magician then decided to leave the room, patted his shoulder and followed him downstairs.

At this time, the TV in Su Wen's living room had been turned on, and a bloody drama filmed in Hollywood was playing on it.

The male and female protagonists in it are playing ambiguously, teasing each other, and pushing each other to the limit. It seems to be a boring plot at first glance, but Kareem Abdul-Jabbar is watching it with gusto while sitting on the sofa.

Byron Scott and Worthy were not there, and Su Wen found the two sitting on the edge of the swimming pool, looking at the sea and chatting.

As for Michael Cooper, he was looking at a magazine he found somewhere, and he was engrossed in it.

Looking at these guys and the magician following behind him, Su Wen didn't know how to entertain them for a moment.

He had a terrible headache.

There was obviously a game tomorrow night, but these guys didn't even say hello, they came to the door early, and he didn't even prepare.

"Then what."

Su Wen thought for a while and said helplessly to the others: "Wait for now, I'll get something to eat."

(End of this chapter)