Basketball Legend: When Pride Still Matters

"D.C.'s most talented?" Jordan scoffed. "Hmph..."

Jordan apparently had forgotten about the Bolin standing next to him.

When he expressed contempt for Brown's laziness, what Bolin thought was, wasn't this guy picked by you?

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On the side, Susan O'Malley regretfully said, "If we had picked Pau Gasol with the first pick, things would have been completely different."

Her words implicitly attacked Jordan.

Jordan responded, "Oh really? Then why didn't you say that at the time?"

"After all, no one can predict the future," Ansel intervened, trying to diffuse the tension.

"Yeah, but we did get something out of it," Jordan glanced at Yu Fei, "That guy's not bad."

O'Malley, as if she didn't know which switch not to flip on Jordan, hinted at his draft mistake and then asked, "If he's good, why can't we let him start?"

As soon as the words fell, Yu Fei blew past Ratner and dunked the ball fiercely in the basket.

And, Yu Fei loudly told Ratner, "Go get another pair of shoes; you need to improve more than just your pick and roll, your defense is ten times worse!"

"He's too young..." That was the only reason Jordan could offer.

Bolin chuckled, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth: "Young and promising..."

"Yes, Frye is a great player," Ansel made an effort to control the atmosphere, "He's very popular in D.C."

"I know, he has brought us over 100,000 in local coverage," Bolin spoke as if he had not noticed the argument between Jordan and O'Malley at all, "In D.C., people know Frye, not Ichiro Suzuki; this kid is really something."

No sooner had he spoken than Yu Fei stole the ball from Ratner again.

Moreover, Yu Fei intentionally didn't go for a quick break, slowing down to let Ratner and his teammates get back in position, and then moved upcourt for a set play.

"Big Fei, how come you're lazier than I am?" Only Brown didn't know what Yu Fei was up to.

Yu Fei didn't want to be distracted and signaled with his fingers for Brown to spread out.

"You've changed, you don't even want a screen."

Yu Fei dribbled the ball, gazing at Ratner, his sworn enemy, and loudly asked, "I'm really curious, why can someone like you securely hold the starting position?"

Everyone's face changed.

"What did you say?" Ratner couldn't catch up.

Having said that, Yu Fei made a change of direction in front of him, accelerating explosively. Still with a speed that Ratner couldn't react to, Yu Fei reached the paint, facing Cassidy White's symbolic help defense, and scored off the backboard with a floater.

"Anyone with eyes can see that I'm much better than you, I'm more useful than you in games, so why are you the starter?" Yu Fei turned toward Collins, who stood with Jordan and Bolin, "Why am I the substitute?!"

Bolin, as if a bit slow to react, asked with an inquiring tone, "Is there some kind of disagreement?"

"Yes, Mr. Bolin, your hero expressed dissatisfaction with the team last night in front of NBC's reporters; he doesn't know why he has to sit on the cold bench."

"Oh, there's such a matter?"

Jordan's face turned extremely ugly: "We'll handle it."

"I've always believed in you, Michael," Bolin smiled.

Then, Collins saw a phrase on Jordan's ashen face: "Shut him up!"

Shut whom up?

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But who could shut him up?

Seventeen years later, Jordan said in his documentary that he never asked anyone to do something he couldn't do. But now, he had given Collins a job that he himself couldn't handle.

"Frye, be a bit nicer to Chris," Hamilton tried to ease the situation.

Yu Fei had nothing to say to this young team leader whose creation of the New Jacks concept had ultimately strayed completely from its original purpose.

It wasn't unnoticed how lackluster his performance had been in the few games since his removal from the starting lineup; now Yu Fei just wanted to reclaim a position that was originally his.

Hamilton, finding no solace, chose to overpower Whitney on the offensive end.

By that time, Ratner had already lost the courage to guard Yu Fei and asked White to switch with him.

"Coward!"

Jordan cursed under his breath.

When Yu Fei saw the innocent White being shoved in front of him by Ratner, he laughed: "This is our starting player? Letting others face the challenge for you?"

While speaking, Yu Fei gestured for Brown to come over and take the ball to coordinate play.

Only by Yu Fei's side could Brown find the high school version of himself.

When he took the ball from Yu Fei at the top of the arc, watching Yu Fei cut towards the basket, heading straight for Ratner, he finally understood what kind of madness his good brother was experiencing today.

"Hey, Big Fei!"

Brown, wanting to look cool, actually threw an alley-oop.

Blockhead!

Yu Fei muttered to himself, now's not the time for an alley-oop, Ratner isn't even out of position!

But looking at Ratner, what difference would it make even if he wasn't out of position?

Stop himself?

He couldn't.

Yu Fei jumped in the paint, Ratner instinctively jumped to block, but he jumped too low, too slowly, and with a huge disparity in physical ability, there was no chance for him to defend.

Yu Fei grabbed the ball with his right hand and viciously smashed it into the basket behind Ratner; the moment the dunk was completed, it was as though an explosion sounded in the arena, Ratner plummeted from a normal defensive posture, falling pitifully to the floor.

"With such a starter, isn't an eight-game losing streak justified?"

Every word from Yu Fei was a humiliation for Ratner, but also a slap in the face to Jordan and Collins.