The man who claims to be Luke's dad is actually Bill Wharton, a former NBA superstar and current Hall of Famer.

Bill Wharton, a graduate of the University of California, Los Angeles, was drafted by the Portland Trail Blazers with the first pick in the first round in 1974 (that is, the first pick of the year), is 6 feet 11 inches, weighs 235 pounds, and plays as a center. He was so famous in college that he was named the most outstanding player in American universities three years in a row. He was one of the most talented giants in the NBA, and at his peak, he perfectly defended the league's No. 1 center at the time, "Skyhook" Abdul-Jabbar, defeated the Philadelphia 76 team led by "Dr. J" Irving and Moses Malone, and won the NBA championship, regular season MVP and Finals MVP that year. But he didn't stay at his peak for long, and the well-known Portland Trail Blazers' "center curse" happened to the legend. He was injured one after another, especially with a series of fractures in his left foot, which made Walton less powerful and prevented him from adding more glory to his legacy. In his 13-year NBA career, injuries kept him unplayed in a game in four seasons. He played just 44 percent of the games in the regular season and averaged just 13.3 points per game. Injuries have left him far from reaching his potential. After a slump with the San Diego Rockets (you read that right, the Rockets, the predecessor of the Houston Rockets) and the Los Angeles Clippers, he found a second spring with the Boston Celtics, where he won the Sixth Sixth Man of the Year and the championship this season before retiring the following year. This man has become a center forward on a par with "Big Beidou" Chamberlain and Kareem Abdul-Jabbar in three years, and he is an out-and-out genius. Back then, Bill Wharton was still a stutterer who didn't dare to speak too much in front of the media, but now he has become a chatterbox, which is really a cycle of cause and effect.

It's not difficult to go through the discharge procedures, but it takes a little time, no, when they finish the procedures and leave the hospital, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and after a brief meal, Bill Wharton said to Luke: "How is it, it's better now, come with me to the court to practice?" "Oh, okay." Luke replied nonchalantly.

They came to an empty basketball court, and Bill said, "Okay, now on, let's see you're getting well, I'll let you come first." "Oh." Luke dribbles slowly, a new body, a lot taller, not very used to it, of course, starting to dribble slowly first, and then making an acceleration change of direction can easily pass defenders, which is a trick often used by defenders.

Luke began to speed up, he first crotched, then another, and started. Easily passed Beal and made another layup, and this ball could go nine out of ten.

"Bang-" There was a loud bang, and the ball flew off the field. "Boy, although I'm old now, I can still defend against this kind of ball, don't underestimate me too much." At this time, Bill's expression was serious, and he no longer had the hippie smile he had just now.

"Oh!" Luke quickly recovered from the shock and prepared to defend.

"I'll start Luo!" I saw Bill holding the ball, first came to a probe step, then turned around and hit it back, two, three, and then a quick turn, and the small hook ball went in. Luke can only watch, he really can't do anything about defending the center, after all, he used to play as a defender, and he didn't defend the center at all.

"How's it going, boy?" Bill looked smug.

"Okay," Luke said. "I'm going to give it my all for the next ball."

"Come on, boy. Let me see your strength. Bill said.

Luke took a deep breath, controlled the ball with his right hand, slowly accelerated his crotch, once, twice, three times, suddenly started, rushed to the left, Bill instantly made up the defense, Luke was pulling back, a jump shot, the ball went in.

"Yo, I'm shooting well now." Bill said in surprise.

Luke pouted, every Chinese player can do nothing, but the shot must work, as the next Chinese superstar Luke breakthrough is a strength, but the shooting is not bad, just a little worse than the breakthrough.

"Come again!"

Bill takes the ball, takes the ball on his back, slowly presses inward, one step, two steps, Luke learned to be smart this time, first put Bill's waist against it, so that Bill is not easy to turn around, but Bill is an NBA-level center, and it was in the 80s when he couldn't make small moves and was not a real defender, he was too familiar with this kind of small trick, and easily turned around, and the small hook shot instantly.

But I saw a white shadow rushing up, and with a "bang-" fanned the ball out of the field.

That man was none other than Luke.

"Ouch, that's good!" Bill said.

"I learned from you!" Luke said with a nonchalant expression.

"What a stinking fart." Bill scoffed, "Come again!" ”

And so they played all afternoon and sweated profusely. After all, Bill was old and couldn't hold it anymore, so he said, "Take a break and rest first, and then fight." ”

"Okay." Luke doesn't care.

They bought some water and found a place to sit. They were all silent.

"Dad." Luke spoke first.

"Huh? What's up? "I want to play now." "You're going now." "It's not playing wild ball, it's playing professional basketball." “nba?””“ Well. ”

Bill was silent. After a while. "You've decided? Don't want to read anymore? "Well, the NCAA can't get out of it anyway." "But now that the draft registration is closed, right?" "You don't have to be drafted to get into the NBA." Bill was silent again.

"It's hard for non-draft players to enter the NBA, are you mentally prepared for this?" "Hmm." "Won't give up?" "Hmm." "Do you really want to fight?" Bill narrowed his eyes at Luke...... "Well, I really want to fight." Luke looked back at Bill.

There was silence again.

"Okay." Bill stood up as he spoke, "Who called me your old man, who will help you if I don't help you." I'll give up my old face and help you get a few trial spots, it's up to you whether you can fight or not!" Bill stood up and walked forward.

Luke was stunned, no one in his life had ever helped him like this, not even his mentor. Although he still has to work his own, Bill helps even more, and one chance is half the battle.

Luke's eyes moistened as he looked at Bill's back, and it was only then that he truly regarded Bill Wharton as his father, and he vowed to take care of his parents and repay them for their kindness in place of the no longer dead Luke Wharton.

"What are you doing, let's go." Bill has already gone far, "Come back to Los Angeles with me, talk to your mom and help you find a spot!" ”

"Oh!" Luke wiped away his tears and hurried to catch up with Bill, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, the father and son walked farther and farther......

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