Chapter 92 Chris Paul

The referee came to Wang Tiejun, first gave a defensive foul, two free throws, and then another illegal technical foul. This is the endorsement of slapping Jordan in the face, two free throws and one throw, adding up to four free throws and one throw. , and finally pointed outwards and sent him off directly.

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I was fine when I dropped Pippen, I only got a defensive foul, but Jordan hit me too. He didn't do anything. I just pushed him away and sent him off. Pharaoh was stunned. It was Jordan who attacked him first. , why not give him a technical offender?

   "Shhh!"

  This is the home court. Seeing the referee's penalty, countless home fans booed him angrily.

   "He beat me, he punched me, didn't you see? Here, he beat me here, and I just pushed him away. You should also give him a technical offender and punish him, not me."

   Old Wang shouted angrily at the referee.

   "Don't do this, old K, calm down!"

  Barkley hurriedly stepped forward to stop it and yelled at the referee. It was asking for a whistle, and it was likely that he would blow a technical offender again.

   Jordan, who is not far away, snorted disdainfully, what is your identity, what is my identity, what if I hit you? If I hit you, I will also send you off the court. This is my card, and this is the rules of the NBA.

Sure enough, as Barkley expected, the referee didn't care what Wang Tiejun thought. With his cold eyes, he blew his whistle at Pharaoh again, made a gesture, and violated his technique again. A finger outside the field, signaling Wang Tiejun to leave the field immediately.

"Oh!"

   "Shhh!"

   Exclamations erupted first, and then turned into huge boos like a tsunami. Countless middle fingers were directed at the referee, and a lot of curses greeted the referee's family.

   "What the **** are you!" Pharaoh swears at the referee, that is, the referee doesn't understand, otherwise the third technical offender will come again.

   "Old K, calm down, it's inevitable in the NBA..." Barkley and others hurriedly dragged Wang Tiejun down the court.

   "Old K, we will appeal, you go back to the locker room first." Coach Paul Westphal shouted from the sidelines.

   "Chops!"

   Comrade Pharaoh swears that the next time something like this happens, he will first press Jordan to the floor and beat him, and he will be sent off anyway.

   He picked up the hoop on his seat, waved to the fans, and walked towards the player tunnel.

   "Clap clap clap..."

   The audience burst into warm applause.

   "Old K, you are an invincible beast in the basket, you did nothing wrong, don't let anyone slap you, never let anyone slap you..."

   At the entrance of the player tunnel, an eight or nine-year-old black boy shouted at him with a shrill voice.

  Wang Tiejun smiled, nodded at the little boy, and asked, "Little guy, your accent is not local."

   "I'm from North Carolina, and my dad brought me here." The child glanced at the middle-aged man next to him and said. .

   "Then you should support Jordan." The father of the old dynasty child nodded and asked suspiciously.

   "I support him, but I also like you very much. You are amazing. If only I would be as tall and strong as you in the future." The child laughed.

   "What's your name?" Pharaoh asked.

   "Chris, Chris Paul."

  The kid handed out a jersey while he said it. After shaking it off, it was Wang Tiejun's home jersey No. 33. He shouted, "Old K, sign me."

"it is good."

  Pharaoh took the pen handed by Chris Paul and wrote his name on the jersey with flying and flamboyant dance.

After signing   , he regretted it again. The word was too ugly, so he simply added a letter "K" from the boss below.

   "Can I touch it?"

   took back the jersey and didn't rush to look at it. Chris Paul pointed to the basket in Wang Tiejun's hand again and asked excitedly.

"certainly."

  Wang Tiejun smiled and handed it over.

   "Oh, that's great! This is the best collectible. Daddy, help me and old K take a picture."

   took over the basket, Chris Paul got excited like a shot of chicken blood, put it directly on his body, stood up and let his dad take a picture.

   "click, click, click..."

  Paul's father was also very happy, he took several pictures of his son and Wang Tiejun before giving up.

   "Goodbye, Chris Paul."

   "Goodbye, old K."

   Watching Wang Tiejun disappear into the player tunnel, Chris Paul excitedly picked up his jersey and looked at it.

   "What are the three characters on it? Is it Lao K's Chinese name? It's amazing!"

   Seeing the three big characters like chicken feet, he felt very interesting, then carefully folded them and put them in the backpack.

  Although Wang Tiejun was sent off, Jordan did not stop, but became more violent, and kept shooting, making Dan Marley want to die.

   However, the strength of the Suns is already very strong. Even if Wang Tiejun was sent off, Barkley, Kevin Johnson and Dan Marr also formed the three-headed monster of the Suns, so they were on par with the Bulls.

   But in the end, relying on Jordan's unparalleled firepower and the top perimeter defense formed with Pippen, the Bulls had the last laugh and destroyed the sun in the final quarter.

   In the end, 112:108, the Bulls defeated the Suns away.

  The thoroughly enraged Jordan made 20 of 36 shots, with a shooting rate of 55.5%, 1 of 3 three-pointers, 10 of 11 free throws, and scored 51 points, fulfilling his pre-game promise of scoring 50+ points.

  Barkley scored 33 points in a single game, Wang Tiejun scored 18 points in 23 minutes, and Kevin Johnson, who just returned, was in poor condition and only scored 8 points, failing to stop Jordan's madness.

Jordan not only scored madly on the offensive end, but also prevented Dan Marley from falling behind on the defensive end. Marley is the second scoring point of the Suns, averaging 16 points per game, but this game made 2 of 13 shots and only scored 6 free throws. points, and three more turnovers.

   worked hard for the whole game, but lost the game in the end, and the Suns players left in frustration.

   "Don't provoke me, they will end up provoke me."

   During the on-site interview after the game, Jordan squinted at a group of Suns players who had left sadly, and said coldly to the media reporters:

   "From today onwards, the team that the rookie is on is the mortal enemy of my Michael Jordan, the mortal enemy for life."

However, at this time, his left cheek was already swollen, and the ice pack could not reduce the swelling, which made him very embarrassed. The annoying media kept slapping his left cheek. After he finished saying this, Also left immediately.

   In the home team's locker room, others were taking a shower, and Wang Tiejun sat there and turned on the system.

   Although he was sent off tonight, he won a basket and was not deducted, so he was rewarded with 300 points, and now he has 600 points.

"I will exchange a strength training card in a few days. This has to be continued. At the end of next month, I will exchange for a speed training card. The rest will continue to be saved and exchanged for a composite card in the future. That thing will improve the strength very quickly. But my other martial arts I don't know if I can do it without Tieshan's support." He thought it was a good deal.

   On the 25th of the second day, the team did not train, and Wang Tiejun trained at home.

   The next game is against Mosaic at home on the 27th, and he has to play against the big dream again.

  In the morning, the media in the United States, not only sports media, but also other media, the headlines on the front page were all the news that Jordan was slapped by him last night. He is completely famous this time.

   But almost all the media only mentioned that Old K slapped Jordan in the face, and did not mention that Jordan punched Old K first, which made public opinion completely biased.

   Countless Jordan fans called the Suns' propaganda department, and all the external calls were blasted, and they were all abuse.

   Tomorrow at 12 noon, don't forget, please! !

  

  

   (end of this chapter)