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    I don't know whether I should be angry or feel grateful.  .  .  I am glad that I have really become famous this time. I have become a target for others to catch up with. I have become a target that others can be complacent because they can defend me.  What makes me angry is that I mess with whomever, making everyone want to knock me to the ground.

    But whether I should be grateful or angry, I decided to teach that guy named Danny Fordson a lesson, tell him what a Kwame Brown-level center is, and tell him not to be too self-righteous.

    "In the past two seasons, he averaged only 27 minutes per game. Especially last season, he only played 17 games, averaging 17 minutes per game, and could only get 3.5 points and 4.2 rebounds"

    "Although his defense was very good in the past few years and he once averaged 16 rebounds per game, his defense and rebounding relied entirely on his body and desperate fighting. Now that he is older, his  His body, his jumping, his speed, and his strength are all no longer as strong as they used to be. You can kill him instantly without any problem"

    Soon everyone on the Wizards team who went to Dallas knew that I was challenged by Danny Fordson, so everyone started to get busy, making phone calls, checking information, and waiting for the warm-up to end.  When I walked off the court, all the information about Danny Fordson was placed in front of me. Even Danny Fordson's conflict with a wealthy kid in a nightclub this summer was revealed by the Wizards coach.  The team was created, and I have to sigh that under the leadership of the villain Bill Laimbeer, the Wizards' coaching staff is really efficient.

    "Don't worry! Although that guy has some brute strength, this guy is just that. You will easily defeat him! His provocation against you is a complete farce!" Bill Laimbeer was listing.  After reading a series of data from Danny Fortson, he nodded towards me with a very sure smile.

    ¡°Farce?!¡± I chewed on this word and felt that Bill Laimbeer was really so talented that he would use the word farce to describe this matter.

    but.  I agree with Bill Laimbeer's view. I also think this matter is a farce. Even if it is not a farce, I will definitely turn this matter into a farce.

    The referee blew the whistle, and I led my teammates onto the court with murderous intent.

    Coming up from the opposite side was Dirk Nowitzki, but when Dirk Nowitzki was about to reach the center circle, a guy with pigtails quickly walked up to Dirk Nowitzki.  In front of me, he held his head high and looked at me with a murderous expression, as if he was looking down on the world.

    "Is this the challenge you issued to me?" Although I was very angry.  But I still have an unreal feeling in my heart. I can't imagine that someone would challenge me now. It's really incredible that something like the plot of a novel happened to me like this.

    "Huh huh?!" Danny Fortes responded with a disdainful look on his head, without any other words, as if he really didn't bother to say half a word to me.

    It seems that I have been despised, and I have accumulated enough anger in my chest. Now this anger seems to be going crazy. My brain even directly issued an order to punch this guy.

    The fist was not punched.  Because Chauncey Billups reminded me promptly from behind:

    "He is trying to anger you! Don't be fooled!"

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? .  .

    I took a long breath, let out the anger in my chest, calmed down my anxious mood, turned my head and said hello to Chauncey Billups.  To show him that I wasn't fooled by this braided guy.

    Danny Fordson sighed softly, seeming to regret that his plan did not succeed.

    I began to face the guy in front of me. This guy didn't seem to be as simple as people said, if no one gave him advice.  This guy must have enough twists and turns in his head.  I have to be careful in the next game, especially not to get irritated by him.

    Of course, I wouldn't let this guy be so proud. I turned around and shouted to Dirk Nowitzki: "Dirk! Watch your dog. Don't let him come out to bite anyone! Be careful of being bitten."  Beat him to death!"

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    This is an absolute fool¡¯s errand!

    Mavericks boss Dirk Nowitzki, who was watching the excitement from the side, immediately changed his expression.  But before Dirk Nowitzki could fully react, Danny Fordson screamed:

    "Who the hell are you talking about?Dog?  You're fucking tired of living!  "

    Danny Fordson stepped forward, stretched out his right hand and grabbed the front of my jersey, his eyes were split open, and he yelled at me viciously.

    I raised my hands high in the air and shouted loudly towards the referee not far away: "Mr. Referee! Mr. Referee!"

    The referee rushed over in time and blew the loud whistle towards us.

    Dirk Nowitzki had already reacted. He hugged Danny Fortson, dragged him back hard, and shouted loudly: "Calm down! Calm down! He is irritating you on purpose!"

    The two parties separated quickly!  But the separation mode was obviously different. The Mavericks kept persuading Danny Fortson, but the Wizards players gathered around the referee and asked patiently:

    "Sir! This should be a technical foul!"

    "Sir! If you don't award this technical foul, this game is likely to turn into a fight"

    "Mr. Referee, you must enforce the law impartially, otherwise we are likely to suffer flagrant fouls from the opponent in the next game! It's okay to be violated, but what should we do if we are injured"

    "Mr. Referee"

    The Mavericks players also reacted. Michael Finley, Steve Nash, and Dirk Nowitzki also rushed over, shouting loudly:

    "Sir! The game hasn't started yet? This shouldn't be called a foul!"

    "Sir! It was Kwame Brown who provoked the online, Danny Fortson definitely did not mean it!"

    "Sir! I swear that Danny Fordson never violated Kwame Brown, and Kwame Brown never suffered any harm"

    The referee completely became the protagonist. Amid the endless chatter of everyone, the referee blew the sharp whistle again and signaled everyone to disperse and stop pestering him, otherwise he would take action.

    The crowd dispersed, but the Wizards dispersed with pride, while the Mavericks did have some sad faces and resentment!

    The referee walked to the sidelines to communicate with the two linesmen and the fourth official, hoping to find a more grounded solution. After all, there has never been a foul before the game in NBA history. It is debatable whether the death penalty should be imposed at this time.  .

    I looked at the referees who were discussing in low voices with their heads down with a smile. I looked at Danny Fordson, whose eyes were spitting out blazing fire, glaring at me fiercely. I looked at Old Nelson constantly using his left hand on the sidelines.  I stroked his white hair and couldn't help but feel a little proud in my heart, but I also told myself secretly in my heart that the game was like this before it even started, and the next game would not be easy to play.  You must be careful not to be violated by your opponent, and you must always be careful not to be harmed by your opponent's excessive actions and words.

    While I was thinking wildly, a deep voice rang in my ears: "Kwame! You are really a loser!"

    I looked up and saw that the German with golden hair, Dirk Nowitzki, was looking at me eagerly, with an angry look on his face!

    "Haha!" I smiled slightly awkwardly, and then retorted: "It seems that you want to anger me first! But if you want to anger me, you have to find someone with a normal IQ! It's too bad for you to find a fool.  ! Don¡¯t tell me that you didn¡¯t formulate a strategy to anger me before the game, because that idiot Danny Fordson definitely doesn¡¯t have the IQ!¡±

    I teased the other party. Although the lack of expectations made Dirk Nowitzki lose his mind, it was still possible to take advantage of Dirk Nowitzki¡¯s words!

    "Youyou" Dirk Nowitzki was completely choked by me and could not speak. After saying "you" for a long time, he said harshly: "You are waiting on the field.  !¡±

    "Then just wait!" (To be continued)
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