On the morning of February 9th, as Pat Riley, dressed in a suit and sporting his signature slicked-back hair, stepped into the training facility, ready to inspect his star-studded Eastern Conference team...

He stopped dead in his tracks, dumbfounded.

What in the world were they doing?

Inside the training hall, the members of the Eastern All-Star team were standing in a fan shape around the left half of the court.

And every now and then, you could hear Ewing or Mutombo saying, "Damn it, I lost that round again."

Gambling...

Lost a bet?

These guys were about to play in the All-Star game tonight!

Many of them were even going to be honored as part of the NBA's 50th Anniversary Team tonight, and they were...

Actually in the mood to "gamble in public?"

But, just as Riley decided to exercise his coaching privilege and get these stars to start practicing, he discovered...

In the half-court surrounded by these stars, Michael Jordan, wearing a Chicago Bulls jersey with the number 23, was smugly wagging his finger at Su Feng, who was wearing a Philadelphia 76ers jersey with the number 23.

"Hey,

So, that's why the more statically gifted a player is, the more eager they are to use the iron-blooded pull-up jumper.

In the NBA, if you can't even get a shot off, how do you expect to become a star?

Although in Jordan's eyes, Su Feng was still far from his level in all aspects, this guy's stamina and fighting spirit were indeed reminiscent of his younger self.

Therefore, Jordan no longer paid attention to the secret signals Pippen was giving him from the sidelines.

After all, he didn't want to be careless and lose.

...

As Su and Jordan played four more one-on-one games in the morning, time had unknowingly reached lunchtime...

"Let's call it a day for now, my Boy, 10 to 0 (in total score)."

Jordan said to Su Feng, feeling a slight ache in his lower back.

"No way, Michael, we agreed that the winner can't refuse the loser's request for another game!" Su Feng said righteously.

"But, you can't expect me to skip lunch, can you? My Boy." Jordan shrugged.

"Then let's continue after lunch!" Su Feng said, eager to avoid losing this valuable opportunity to train.

Jordan pondered for a moment, then said, "But according to the schedule, we still have interviews to do this afternoon, don't we?"

"Oh, the great Michael Jordan, Air Jordan, the God of Basketball, tell me, in all these years, which day haven't you been interviewed?

Let the damn interviews go to hell!

Besides, the interviews don't start until 4:30 in the afternoon. How can you not give the loser a chance to make a comeback?" Su Feng said to Jordan.

Jordan stroked his chin with his big hand. For a moment, he actually felt that what Su Feng said made a lot of sense.

Hmm...

Hmm!

Jordan swore to his conscience that he definitely didn't think Su Feng was right because he wanted to keep winning Su Feng's money.

"Alright then, after lunch, we'll play a few more rounds?" Jordan said to Su Feng, spreading his hands.

Speaking of which, Jordan's stamina was beyond ordinary in Su Feng's eyes...

He was already 34 years old, yet his kidneys were still so good. Did he also have a system of some sort?

Su Feng nodded, but seemingly not trusting Jordan's character, he followed Jordan closely during lunch with the Eastern All-Star team.

Pippen was overjoyed. He was in such a good mood during lunch that he even drank two extra bowls of soup.

Because he had won tens of thousands of dollars that morning alone.

Although it couldn't compare to Jordan's winnings of one hundred thousand dollars, just the thought of making money by watching from the sidelines without even exerting any effort made Pippen extremely happy.

The other Eastern All-Star players who had lost money were already addicted to gambling.

In their opinion, they refused to believe that Su Feng couldn't win against Jordan even once today!

As long as Su Feng won once, wouldn't he be able to win back both the principal and the interest?

Don't ask, because Ewing wanted to see Pippen's desperate expression after losing money.

And so, in the afternoon, the reporters who wanted to interview the Eastern All-Star players were shocked!

Because when they arrived at the training hall, ready to witness the brilliance of the Eastern All-Star players, they found the door tightly closed, and the reason was:

Pat Riley was arranging a closed-door training session, please wait patiently.

Su Feng, who was dueling with Jordan inside the training hall, felt that Ewing was simply a genius.

This guy could even come up with the idea of dragging Riley in to take the blame?

But oh well, because according to the original schedule, the interviews were indeed scheduled to start at 4:30.

It was just that normally, training sessions like this for the All-Star team were open to the public, so the reporters just wanted to come early to shoot some footage and interview the less important stars in advance.

However, as time went on, listening to the various roars coming from inside the training hall, the reporters were very curious about what kind of special training Riley was conducting.

Just as the reporters were racking their brains, they suddenly saw Riley chatting with his assistant outside the training hall...

At that moment, the reporters felt like putting a big question mark on Riley's head.

And after being surrounded by the reporters, Riley also wanted to put a big question mark on these reporters' heads.

Closed-door training?

Why wasn't I informed?

I arranged it?

I freaking...

Could I even order those "gamblers" around?

Of course, Riley's EQ wasn't low enough to reveal these internal team matters to the reporters.

He jokingly said to the reporters, "I think, the only ones doing closed-door training are Michael and Su."

"The two of them have been playing against each other since morning."

Reporters: "!!!"

"Why are they playing one-on-one? Is it because Michael wants to avenge Scottie?"

Riley shook his head and said mysteriously, "I think you'll have to wait until the interview time and ask the players themselves."

The reporters were anxious.

Because with their extremely keen sense of news, they felt that at this moment, a shocking event was taking place inside the training hall!

Good heavens, this kind of news was right in front of them, but they had to wait for it. The reporters' anxiety was imaginable.

Fortunately, at 4:30 in the afternoon, Ewing opened the door of the training hall on time.

In an extremely good mood, Ewing walked out shoulder to shoulder with Mutombo, strutting his boss-like steps.

"Patrick, can you tell us why Michael and Su are playing one-on-one?"

"Dikembe, do you know the result of Michael and Su's one-on-one?"

Looking at the anxious reporters, Ewing smiled and said, "I don't know why they're playing one-on-one, but I think it's because Michael is very optimistic about Su, right?"

Mutombo added for Ewing, "I can't tell you the result of this one-on-one, because we promised the parties involved that we would keep it a secret.

But I can tell you that Su and Michael were evenly matched."

In Mutombo's opinion, although Su Feng had only won once in terms of the overall score, Su Feng had indeed not fallen too far behind in the matches, except for a few.

Oh heavens!

Su Feng played against Jordan all day, and he was evenly matched with Jordan?

Jordan was very optimistic about Su Feng and had already decided that Su Feng was his successor?

The reporters, who were starting to conjure up all sorts of scenarios in their minds, couldn't stand it anymore!

Carrying all kinds of equipment, they rushed into the training hall, ready to find the "truth"!

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