"I'm not a liar, don't be too nervous." Chris Webber was really a little crying.

Zhang Weifeng was still suspicious because he found that the man in front of him did look familiar, but he just couldn't remember it for a moment, but it was certain that he was not the penniless guy who deceived him in his previous life.

"You play basketball well, do you want to enter the NBA?" Chris Webber asked immediately when he felt a little moved by Zhang Weifeng.

"I don't want to!" A sudden enlightenment suddenly appeared on Zhang Weifeng's face, and he got to the point?!

The answer was so neat that Chris Webber couldn't help but the strange big boy in front of him, and then said, "Why? This is what everyone wants."

Bell pulled Zhang Weifeng's clothes and signaled not to say too much, just leave quickly.

"First, I'm not a basketball player, second, I'm not interested in entering the NBA for the time being. Third, I've actually not played a regular game so far. Ok?" Zhang Weifeng smiled, saying word by word.

It was completely messed up, and this bloody scene happened to him. Chris Webber reached out and touched his nose. What did he do to come to the Virgin Mary Academy today?

"Actually, I want you to be my basketball sparring player. I am an NBA player. I naturally have to practice hard in the summer." Chris Webber said with a dark face and a frustrated look on his face. However, he had already started to roar in his heart: Why are I doing nothing to say this? I have been scrambling a lot of circles and I would have to explain the purpose of the trip.

"I'm Chris Webber, not a liar." A hoarse voice came.

Chris Webber looked at Zhang Weifeng who was leaving. He really couldn't figure out what the person in front of him said was the truth. He was a little higher than himself and could not play basketball. Who would believe it? He was still fighting with someone alone and abused the other party. Now he can't play basketball. It really makes people feel crazy.

"I'm still Shaquille O'Neal when I go to NM's Chris Webber!" Zhang Weifeng shouted in a low voice.

What? Chris Webber? He came to his senses and Zhang Weifeng muttered it several times, and finally remembered who the person in front of him was! No wonder he looked so familiar. It turned out that Chris Webber, who is known as the "most gorgeous power forward in history", is really crazy.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chris Webber, your deeds are very admirable to us children, but I really don't have the idea of ​​playing basketball now, and what I just told you is true." Zhang Weifeng walked to Chris Webber and smiled politely and said softly.

"Actually, I am a rugby player from Virgin Mary. The scene you saw just now was a complete accident. It was a joke between me and Richard."

Since Chris Webber entered the NBA in 1993, it has been more than ten years since he has been in the long run. After a long battle, he has seen too many geniuses, including all kinds of players. Although his competitive level has declined in his late career, his eyesight has gradually increased as he matures.

I am used to seeing geniuses and seeing potential stocks.

But when he saw Zhang Weifeng, he still had a stunning feeling. The center forward's figure was not clumsy. Just like him when he was young, he had just had a few dozen minutes of bullfighting. Zhang Weifeng had already shown his characteristics, body shape, jumping, physical fitness, footsteps, and start-up speed. He was very good at the hard conditions such as hard conditions.

The most important thing is that Zhang Weifeng always gives him a weird feeling, and he wants to think that a potential rookie Kevin Durant, who is very popular this year. Zhang Weifeng is six feet and ten inches tall, but he can make movements of outside players, such as crossover, and the pull-up shot after dribbling under his crotch. Although his movements are a little stiff, he is definitely a good seedling.

Chris Webber could feel that there seemed to be a film on his knees, making him feel uncomfortable all the time. He was really as fierce as a tiger. He knew that he had really reached the end of his career now.

Chris Webber couldn't help feeling a little sad. His outstanding physical fitness and gorgeous offensive footsteps had already left him due to injuries. Thinking about the peak of the king's age, I couldn't help feeling sad. During this trip to the Virgin Mary Academy, Zhang Weifeng had a breath that attracted him, which reminded him of his youth, and a heart of love for talent arose naturally.

In the United States, summer is naturally a good time.

In a private training ground in Los Angeles, two big men were entangled together, and there would be no loud shouts.

"Can you do this?" Chris Webber looked surprised.

"Isn't it just a small inside footstep, nothing, nothing, I've been studying Dameng for many years." Looking at his defeated opponent, Zhang Weifeng ignored his image at all.

After the words came, Chris Webber suddenly attracted a burst of laughter and scolding. However, he was very surprised by Zhang Weifeng's ability, his terrifying learning ability, and his rare mature skills. Zhang Weifeng can always give him a breath of an old-fashioned atmosphere, and he is not in line with his age.

In the middle of playing, Weber sometimes suddenly had an illusion that Zhang Weifeng was the old NBA bird.

"Come again!" Webber's voice came from the basket.

After blocking Weber's hook shot, Zhang Weifeng's smirk immediately attracted protest.

Chris Webber has long lost his former explosive power and bounce due to long-term knee torture. Many movements are too slow in Zhang Weifeng's eyes, and it is easy to block them with your hands.

"Swish~ Hehehe, Zhang, you still need to learn from me well. Your skills are too tender." The basketball fell into the basket around his fingertips. This was the soft touch he was proud of, and the wonderful feeling that would never disappear. Chris Webber finally let out anger and grinned and teased Zhang Weifeng.

"I believe you are not a coincidence." Zhang Weifeng said a sentence for a long time. He was thinking about the goal just now. He could obviously defend himself, but why did he watch the ball enter in the end.

In his previous life, he played in the pure 2 position. Zhang Weifeng had never practiced the inside skills at all. Chacha Chris Webber claimed to be the most comprehensive offensive power forward. Under the huge disparity in confrontation, some techniques obviously exceeded Zhang Weifeng's cognition range. He also knew that if he wanted to play well, he really needed to make up for it comprehensively. The one in front of him was the best teacher, and he just needed to pay more attention.

"I'm in again, TMD, you're not afraid of hurting the child's weak heart." Zhang Weifeng shouted.

"What a kid, I doubt you are forty years old now. Your behavior completely betrays your appearance." Chris Webber made a vicious expression.

"As a Chinese who is simple, kind, kind, honest, and honest in the past, I tell you very seriously, I am only eighteen years old this year."
Chapter completed!