Chapter 1067: 343: He Is My Curse, and Yours Too!

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Chapter 1067: Chapter 343: He Is My Curse, and Yours Too! This also means that Roger has to temporarily sit on the couch, “forced” to watch a game he’s not interested in at all. The game did not disappoint; it hadn’t even started, and Roger had already seen an interesting scene. Clearly, James was talking to Michael Jordan, but Pippen suddenly pushed Jordan aside, forcibly hugged James, and then said something in his ear. Whatever Pippen said, judging from James’s expression, he was certainly pissed off. Roger really regretted not being at the site, wondering what exactly Pippen said to James to make him so angry. Just dozens of seconds ago, at Atlanta’s Philips Arena. LeBron James took the initiative to walk to the Hawks’ half court, intending to greet Michael Jordan. No, more accurately, he wanted to make a statement. “Michael, I’m really sorry about the trade; you know it’s not something I could decide. But this is the first step for the Cavaliers to get on track, I hope you understand. Without you, we’re much better.” Michael Jordan glared at James with his brown eyes, really wanting to retort, “I understand your mom,” but at that moment, Pippen pushed Jordan aside, went up to hug James, and then told him in his ear. “You little brat, what are you barking about? Hurry and let the other Michael come and have a talk with Michael Jordan, only then is it a conversation between star players. As for you? At most, you are only qualified to hug me.” Pippen’s sarcasm was very clever, implying that Michael Reed is the true leader of the Cavaliers, and you, LeBron James, are just a sidekick. This is Scottie Pippen; most of the time, he’s not good at trash talk, but he can always hold a big surprise for you at an unexpected moment. Jordan smiled behind Pippen, while James could already feel the deep malice from these two old guys. The number 23 from Cleveland didn’t greet again, just turned around and went back to his half court: “Good luck to you.” “Then I wish you a happy vacation, LeBron, so jealous of someone like you who can take a break in April.” Pippen replied. James gritted his teeth, damn it! Before taking down Roger, he must first use the blood of these two old guys to stain his crown! Seeing James get so angry that he turned and left, Pippen and Jordan exchanged a smile. “How does it feel?” Pippen asked. “Feels great, to be honest, I’ve never got this kind of satisfaction from Roger.” “Not that, I’m asking about your body. I know you don’t want to talk about those things, don’t want to talk about your dislocated finger, or that swollen knee, and all those messed up new injuries, they haven’t healed.” Michael Jordan glanced at his already 41-year-old and scarred body, then looked up again: “Scottie, when we found you, you were a fighter in the slums, since when did you become so nagging? Stop asking so much, my body still works!” The referee motioned for both teams to get their starters in position, and Michael Jordan took a deep breath. The atmosphere of the battle overflowed from the live broadcast, as if transmitted from Philips Arena to San Francisco. Just as Roger was about to get into the game, Kevin Garnett’s face suddenly appeared from below in front of Roger. “Hey, it’s your turn.” “Whoa!” Roger, who was focused on the TV, was startled, “Kevin, next time, could you not appear from under my crotch!?” “Hey, it’s your turn, I’ve been calling you for a long time and you didn’t respond, squatting in front of you and you still didn’t react. Do you still want to play or not? What is there to watch in this game? Fresh blood is destined to push out old blood, this is an eternal truth in every industry. Look at the modeling world today, are there any people born in the ’70s? You’re Chinese, if it were you, would you prefer fresh tea or aged tea? Basketball is the same. Michael Jordan is not you, he can’t handle LeBron.” Roger laughed: “So tell me, am I old blood or fresh blood?” “Of course you’re old blood, I don’t want to remind you, but by this time next year, you’ll be almost 30, 18 was 10 years ago, Roger.” “Then let me remind you, you’re only a year younger than me, and just entered the league two seasons later than me. The reason you still look young is because you have too few honors, so you seem young.” “Haha! Haha! I really enjoy chatting with you, Roger, you talk so damn well!” “Thanks for the compliment, Kevin, I love speaking the truth.” The two didn’t talk anymore, nor did they continue playing, but instead sat on the couch watching television. Although both of them said they weren’t interested, when the game was about to start, neither Roger nor Garnett could take their eyes off it. The live camera gave Michael Jordan a close-up; he was wearing Atlanta Hawks’ number 23 jersey. How magical it looked, how unrealistic it seemed. Thinking about how he used to compete with this old guy, Roger admitted that he really counts as old blood now. Especially after the Pistons won the championship last season, this feeling is more obvious. Look at the starting lineup when the Pistons won the championship last season, even the most experienced Rasheed Wallace only entered the industry in 1995. In this year’s NBA top five rankings, only Roger entered the industry before 1995. Jamal Mashburn last participated in an NBA game on March 7 this year, and when people talk about him, they always feel he’s from a past era. But in reality, he and Roger came from the same draft.

Chapter 1067: 343: He Is My Curse, and Yours Too!

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