112: 85.
He should be thankful for the contraband top pick_2 112: 85.
He should be thankful for the contraband top pick_2 The Bobcats’ current role in dostic dia is being seen as ‘worth looking forward to.’
As for the role of a championship contender, let’s leave that to Yao Ming…
Upon hearing Zhang Yang’s words, the other three king rollers all felt they learned sothing.
They realized that having Zhang Yang go to the NBA to scout things out first was beneficial to them, as they could learn a lot.
Even Tatum, who had an NBA player relative, thought so.
His uncle, being much older, would not tell him these things.
Only a peer growing up alongside him would carelessly reveal such insights.
After listening for a while, Jarett Young finally thought of a topic he could chi in on and asked, “Jack, did you apply to UNC?”
Zhang Yang: “Yes, since I’m playing there, I might as well attend a university there.
UNC is not bad, their Chapel Hill business school is highly ranked.
Jordan wrote a recomndation letter, and within a few days, everything was sorted.”
Jarett Young, who didn’t know much about Jordan: “The ‘God of Basketball’ seems to be quite nice, helping you with college admission and everything.”
Zhang Yang chuckled and said, “He wasn’t helping for my sake.
He knew I could get into UNC even without taking the SAT.
As soon as I arrived in Charlotte, he took to Chapel Hill, and by the afternoon, my admission was processed.
Now I’m considered an NBA player from UNC too, so he won’t be criticized for not picking Shawn May.”
Tatum: “Jordan was harshly criticized by Charlotte dia after the draft.
Shawn May was the MOP of the final four and had lottery pick potential.
Choosing you, a highschooler, over him indeed put a lot of pressure on Jordan.
It looks like the ‘God of Basketball’ owes you one now.”
Zhang Yang: “My agent said the sa thing.
He told it was a good decision to inform Jordan ahead of ti about attending UNC.
It makes no difference to whether I apply to college myself or if Jordan recomnds , but for Jordan, it ans a lot…”
As they chatted, the sky grew darker, and they all left the park to return to Zhang Yang’s family restaurant in the city center.
Andy Tang had arrived, and Thomas had also specially paused his campaign of scouting middle schoolers across California to return to Hidden Mountain.
Everyone was happy that Zhang Yang had been selected by an NBA team.
Zhang Yang and the other four minors drank soda, while the adults drank alcohol and toasted before starting the al.
After taking a drink, Thomas complained to Zhang Yang: “You said you wanted to graduate early and go to college, which I supported.
But never did I expect that you would head to the NBA early.
I was almost scared to death when I saw your na on the draft list.
Thankfully you were selected.
Now, follow Jordan and learn to play basketball…
When are you going to join the team?”
Zhang Yang, feeling sowhat guilty, heard the suggestion to learn to play basketball from Jordan…by jumping and waiting for his opponents to land before shooting?
But indeed, Jordan had said he would teach him to play basketball…
Zhang Yang replied: “Jordan told to report to the gym on the 20th.”
Thomas: “The 20th?
You’re not playing in the sumr league?”
Zhang Yang: “He told to stay at ho a few more days, to spend ti with my parents.”
Thomas: “Since when has Jordan been so gentle, considering all these things for you?
It’s quite unlike the rumors.”
Zhang Yang: “I’m puzzled too.
He voluntarily helped request an advance of 60% of my rookie season salary from the team and reminded that I should use my first paycheck to thank my parents.
Originally, I was eager to get into training right away, but he sent back here telling to co over on the 20th.
Before then, there’ll be no one to welco at the team.”
Yang Jing, hearing the topic of salary, said: “I invested 50% of your salary in low-return, low-risk funds, for tax reporting next year.
Your dad’s credit card is on your desk, and you can use it for cash withdrawals.
We will pay it off every month; just use it.
The limit is quite high; you could buy a car in full… Oh, I just rembered, Yangyang, you can’t drive alone yet, so buying a car is pointless, haha…”
Zhang Yang went blank.
Can’t drive alone, can’t drink—this is what playing in the NBA amounts to!
As suspected, it’s his own mom who’s laughing the loudest!
…
anwhile, in Charlotte, Jordan had just finished an afternoon of training.
His training was not for another coback, but to prepare to coach Zhang Yang.
If he was going to coach a player, he had to maintain a basic level of physical fitness; otherwise, it would be embarrassing to get overrun by a 17-year-old, even if he was 43.
Jordan was very attentive to Zhang Yang.
He thought, for a 17-year-old kid to co alone from the far west to a city in the far east of the United States to live, study, and work, was indeed not easy.
Even though the kid was more mature and independent than many college graduates…
no, actually, he was more of a handful.
But he was still just a 17-year-old kid.
Jordan wanted Zhang Yang to slowly adapt to adult life, to professional basketball…
Once, he had picked a high school student with explosive defensive talent, but he hadn’t cherished him.
His aggressive training approach had ruined the boy.
Now that he had been given another chance, his ntoring approach had matured a lot.
Two years into retirent, Jordan felt a bit of guilt when he thought of Kwa Brown.
As a rookie, Brown only averaged 14 minutes per ga, playing inconsistently at that; performing poorly in a few plays would get him benched, and he’d be sent back in after a few minutes only to be benched again after another few plays…
not only did he perform poorly, but his erratic presence created holes that compromised the team’s performance.
And then there was the scolding by the team leader, repeatedly chipping away at his confidence.
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