Chapter 8: The Debut (Part II)

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Mo Xi sat there straight, staring blankly at the TV in front of him, where the video of yesterday's game was playing.

At 88:101, the Knicks finally won the game easily, but it had little to do with Mo Xi. In the final four and a half minutes of playing time, Mo Xi made one of four shots and scored only two points. In addition to the stats of these two points, it was two turnovers, two fouls, and not even a rebound.

Mo Xi's debut was terrible, terrible.

At this time, Mo Xi was constantly reviewing his first game, trying to learn from it, but it was too obvious. In the college league, the physical fitness that was criticized was even weaker in the NBA.

Mo Xi turned off the video recorder depressedly, and he had already firmly remembered the few short minutes, especially the last few seconds. At the last moment of the game, Van Gundy still asked to give the ball to the inside line and let Mo Xi play, probably to let him accumulate some experience and confidence, but Mo Xi seemed to be counterproductive.

Mo Xi used his half-baked turnover jump shot to attack at the last moment, who knew that as soon as the ball was shot, a huge black palm fell from the sky, and the ball came back to Mo Xi's hand with a "bang", and by the way, Mo Xi stumbled, sat down on the ground, and there was a huge laughter around.

Mo Xi closed his eyes, only to feel that the nasty black palm was still dangling in front of his eyes. "Ah~" Mo Xi sighed, it was really an annoying feeling.

A melodious phone rang, Mo Xi waited for a while, thought about it, and picked up the phone.

"Yo, dear Mo, my little brother, did you miss me? I guess you don't want anyone looking for you at this time, so I'm here, and I heard that you're done with your first game, isn't it refreshing, and the feeling of being overturned is not something anyone can taste......"

The person on the phone was still chattering, and Mo Xi hung up the phone with an expressionless face, and his movements were extremely skillful, as if it was not the first time he had done this kind of thing.

Then the phone rang again, and this time, Mo Xi waited a long time to pick it up.

"Hey, don't do this, brother for so many years, I just saw you appear yesterday, call to express condolences."

A smile finally appeared on Mo Xi's face, and he said, "Aaron, I know you mean well, but what's the matter with your gloating tone. ā€

The caller was Alan Iverson, the man who brought Mo Xi to the top. In fact, at that time, he wanted to lead Mo Xi to play rugby, who knew that the venue was overhauled that day, so the two came to the basketball court, and magic was always born in coincidence.

"From what I know about you, you must be uncomfortable now," Iverson's slightly hoarse voice continued on the other end of the phone, "I remember when you first started playing, and you came back and told me that you were beaten up by a little imp named Arenas in Los Angeles, and your expression was almost crying at that time." ā€

Mo Xi said with a gloomy face: "Hey, Aaron, do you know, I've been learning boxing with someone else recently, Chinesekungfu. ā€

Iverson was stunned for a moment and said, "Isn't this reminiscing about the past and looking forward to the future?" You know, in fact, you are good enough, that Big Ben defense still has two brushes, in fact, my first game is similar, but I played long enough, it looks better than others, but hell, that is Jordan, although he said that he was not afraid, but he was still stunned in his heart, I played for nearly thirty minutes in that game, but I was forced to make five mistakes. ā€

Mo Xi smiled and said, "But you still shook him, didn't you?" ā€

Iverson said proudly, "Of course, because I'm Iverson." But then again, you played a really good first shot, a nice hook, and a lot of people said you should go to the west instead of the east. ā€

Mo Xi restrained his smile and said, "You know, AI, that's not my style. ā€

There was also a chuckle on the other end of the phone, and Iverson said: "Of course, of course, the center of Georgetown has always been a carnivore, a beast. But when it comes to this, why is your boss and Mo Ning so wrong. ā€

Mo Xi rolled his eyes and said, "You ask me, who do I ask, or you ask next time we meet." ā€

Iverson said embarrassedly, "Forget it." Seeing that you seem to be much better now, tell you something interesting, good for you. You know Kobe Bryant of the Lakers, I led you to see it that time. ā€

Mo Xi made a slightly nasal voice and motioned for him to continue.

Iverson continued: "You can take a look at his first game, it was about the same amount of time you played, but, hey, hey, it was really great, six minutes on the pitch, one shot, and then, three nos. ā€

When Mo Xi heard this, he also smiled, yes, who didn't start with the rookie being abused, I don't know how Ewing was in the first game, I really want to ask, but thinking of the big fists of the black casserole, Mo Xi decisively dispelled this idea.

The call with Iverson gradually dispelled the gloom in Mo Xi's heart. No matter how bad the performance is, it's always better to know the shortcomings than not to know, isn't it?

Mo Xi said goodbye to Iverson, put down the phone, and began to pack his things to prepare for the East Bamboo Pavilion, since he started to learn boxing there, he obviously felt the changes in his body, and the effect of his usual maximum intensity training was even better. Although there are many things that are not clear, however, Mo Xi clenched his fists, and that day will come.

Mo Xi left the apartment and came to the door of the East Bamboo Pavilion, looking at the door full of oriental style, a small fire is gradually emerging, no one knows what the final destination of this young oriental boy is, but at least one thing is certain, he wants to become the stronger one.

At the same time, at the headquarters of the NBA, the president's office, David Stern wiped his glasses, put them back on, looked at the stack of plans in front of him, and couldn't help but rub his brow. First of all, Jordan retired, and then the collective bargaining agreement failed to reach a consensus for a long time, and a large number of gaps caused the level of players to decline to varying degrees, making the game less enjoyable, Stern felt that once it was not handled well, the league would suffer considerable losses this season.

At this time, Stern looked at the world map next to him, there was a special circled place, and the plan to promote it overseas was also put on hold, and it was really not going well. Originally, it would have been possible in five or six years, but now it seems that there is a lack of a decisive thing.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in," Stern said, tossing the pile of useless plans on the table into the trash.

The door opened, and in walked in a tall white man, who came up to Stern with a videotape and a document in his hand, and said, "Sir, here's something you might be interested in." With that, he handed over both things to Stern.

Stern nodded, this tall white man is the successor he has just begun to cultivate, called Xiao Hua, who went to school at Duke, has a law degree from the University of Chicago, and has excellent ability, but in Stern's opinion, he has a very strong commercial taste in his bones, although he is a Jew and has made the alliance a commercial place, he also knows the truth that the Orientals are too much.

Stern first opened the file and looked at it, and suddenly, his eyebrows were raised high, and his eyes flashed with a strange brilliance. Then, he released the video and watched it again, with no expression, no joy or sadness, which made people feel hairy in their hearts when they watched it.

After pondering for a long time, David Stern knocked on the table and said, "You go down first, this may be an opportunity for us, I'm going to take a look." ā€

Xiao Hua nodded, and was about to leave, but was stopped by Stern, who said, "Do you have any more in-depth information there?" ā€

When Xiao Hua heard this, he was a little suspicious, but he still said truthfully: "We don't have any other information about him, after all, it's just a newcomer, if you need it, I think I can go to Washington, Coach John Thompson should have some detailed information about him." ā€

Stern said, "Okay, you can go to this matter yourself, I want to see his information as soon as possible." ā€

Xiao Hua nodded yes and left the office.

Stern stood up and walked back and forth by the huge floor-to-ceiling window, he kept thinking that this might be an opportunity, but not in a hurry, it wasn't time yet, after all, it was still a little worse.

When all this happened, no one knew it, except for the plan-makers and witnesses.