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Chapter 910 - 384. Jack, I want to duel you! _4

Chapter 910: 384. Jack, I want to duel you! _4

Last night, after watching others play in the finals, he got motivated and trained really hard today. It wasn’t until Ingles had the staff take the ball away, refusing to let him practice more with it, that he finally stopped.

But after being driven away, he immediately went for therapy, took a shower, went home. He was just a bit high-spirited, but he would listen when someone stopped him.

As the finals kicked off, the Bobcats’ draft workouts began too. However, with only the 58th pick, they weren’t all that attractive, and most players participating were those ranked at the tail end of the top 100 or not on the list at all.

But Jordan wasn’t one to be lonely; he ran to Church Hill to hold the ’Michael Jordan Open Draft Camp’ at his alma mater, sending out countless invitations, and indeed, many prospective rookies and teams accepted to join.

On the 13th, the rest day after Zhang Yang’s five days of training was also the second day of the ’Jordan Draft Camp.’ He got up early, had breakfast, and changed into a more formal outfit, then set off back to school.

Yesterday, he received a call from Jordan, asking if he was interested in playing around at the training camp.

Since he was idle anyway and could also meet up with busy draft-activities guys like Lao Da and Er Ha, he happily accepted Jordan’s invitation.

An hour’s drive later, he arrived at the integrated sports center in North Carolina. When he found Jordan, he saw his boss talking with other team executives.

Looking at them, the one who appeared the most like a boss was slicked-haired Riley, who had a super strong presence.

Zhang Yang murmured, "Boss Qiao really has some face, even the owner of the top pick came," and went up to greet them.

Not only had Pat Riley come, but the management of teams with top 10 picks, except for Ainge from the Celtics and Big Bird from the Pacers, the heads of the other 8 teams’ management were all present.

Because several top pick candidates were here today.

Jordan flaunted Zhang Yang in front of the presidents and general managers of other teams with a smug look, while the ’Psychic’ silently closed his eyes.

This is not the God of Basketball in my heart, too tacky and lowbrow.

But upon opening his eyes, the ’Psychic’ still saw the bald man with a fat head laughing so hard his molars were exposed. He decisively separated the God of Basketball in his heart from the bald man now, to avoid damaging his own path.

After a bit of small talk, Jordan took Zhang Yang to change into the training camp’s practice clothes, as Jordan planned to personally guide the rookie prospects today.

After changing with Jordan, Zhang Yang came to the court. Harden, seeing Zhang Yang arrive, grabbed DeRozan to greet him. Zhang Yang exchanged a few words with them and was happy to hear that their workouts were going well.

After chatting, Zhang Yang was called away by someone Jordan sent to discuss how they would guide the training today and what role each would play.

Harden, feeling puzzled, asked DeRozan: "DeMar, weren’t you really happy about Jack coming? Why did you just nod a few times without saying much after he arrived?"

DeRozan: "I just wanted to focus on today’s training and make a good impression on those team managers."

After hearing that, Harden tilted his head and thought for a moment, then asked, "Are you jealous that Jack can already guide us rookie prospects with Jordan?"

Big Lo: Er Ha, your dumb brain actually guessed right!

But can you put it more tactfully? What do you mean jealous? It’s called being unwilling, okay!

Harden patted DeRozan’s shoulder and said, "It’s okay, don’t feel embarrassed. I also greatly admire and envy Jack. We watched him start from scratch, and now he’s one of the best players in the world, while we’ve just finished our student years. But I believe, I will also become as great a player as him."

DeRozan: "No! It’s to surpass him!"

Harden: "Haha, DeMar, what I admire and envy most about you is your confidence and ambition!"

Hearing this, DeRozan smacked his lips and didn’t continue to speak.

He felt he should be the one envying; he really wanted to be optimistic and cheerful like Harden, but he couldn’t.

He felt that perhaps it’s because of Harden’s personality that his relationship with Zhang Yang was getting closer.

His relationship with Zhang Yang was also good, one of those where even after not contacting for half a year, they’d be iron buddies when meeting again, but ultimately it was gradually falling behind Harden and Zhang Yang’s relationship. The main thing is...

Big Lo: It was me who met the third brother first!

Zhang Yang, on his side, was chatting with Jordan about the training guidance matters.

He wasn’t unfamiliar with training others; in many commercial and team activities he participated in, there were often tasks to guide kids in training on fundamental skills.

But in such media-covered camps meant for team management to watch, the guidance moment wasn’t really pure instruction. It was primarily a test, showcasing these rookie prospects’ specialties.

But lack of experience wasn’t an issue, as whatever the boss arranged, he’d just follow along. After all, he was here just to relax on a rest day, have fun, and meet up with Lao Da and Er Ha.

As the two were communicating with trainers and dividing tasks, a prospective player in training clothes approached them.

Once Zhang Yang and Jordan entered the court, most prospects had their attention fixated on them. Seeing this guy walk towards them, all eyes followed—what’s this annoying guy up to?

Zhang Yang also noticed the newcomer—OJ Mayo, one of the top draft prospects!

Mayo spoke up, "Michael, Jack, I’m sure you know who I am. I have something I want to discuss with you."

Zhang Yang’s eyes lit up. Was the legendary scene about to unfold? The one where the fat-headed old Jordan crushes the newly minted third pick Mayo?

Mayo pointed a finger at Zhang Yang: "Jack, I want a one-on-one with you!"

Zhang San: "Huh? Me?"