Although the chicken soup is a bit poisonous, Tu Man is still grateful.

Despite his golden fingers, Tu Man is just an 18-year-old rookie, a child who once cried in front of the National Airline Center Arena because of his defeat. He has not even finished a full season in NCAA!

Tu Man's understanding of NBA may be less proficient in fighting...

Under the protection of Taojie and Lao Tu, he was always so fearless, always rushing around and moving forward according to his temperament.

If this continues, one day you will encounter a wall.

Just like this season, if you don’t fight and don’t get banned, Tuman may have a perfectly perfect new season comparable to Wilt Chamberlain.

For example, Tyson Chandler, Tuman can endure one or two rounds, and then secretly poke him. With his superb elbow technique, he can completely deceive the referee and avoid punishment.

For example, Zhazha, the other party has clearly proved racial discrimination. With Gentry and Hill, they testified, as long as they report to the league, Pachuria's career will definitely be over.

Still impulsive!

But, if you do that—

It's not Tu Man!

He is still a child!

However, this is not an excuse to make mistakes.

People always have to grow up, and they can't always do whatever they want according to their temperament. How could they be like Howard, who has given birth to ten babies and still can't grow up? That's not naive, but selfish!

The road to growth is full of all kinds of compromises. For the long term, for the family, for the team, for some reasons that must be protected, and to be wronged, dealing with problems in another way, gradually becoming less sharp and less direct...

People usually call this change—

Mature!

For example, after the press conference of Pachuria, Tu Man had prepared only one sentence:

I will beat this kind of person once and every time I see him!

If this is true, Tu Man will probably be suspended until next season.

The latter set of rhetoric that was flawless and easily shifted the topic to the anti-*** was naturally the knife caught by the great Taoist sister, without any trace of PS...

Tu Man was a little frustrated, but what he got was that he had balls to play and meat to exchange. Under the threat of ALS, he could survive well!

Sister Tao can’t protect him, should she wipe Tu Man’s butt?

You still have to learn to grow up!

John Sumait had no relatives and no reason, but he was able to tell him allegorical things here, from team building to psychological construction, which was really heartbreaking.

This kind of intention is not the assistant coach, it is the original Tao Jie!

Tu Man looked at Su Mait and said sincerely:

"Thank you, coach. I've written it down and won't let you down. One day, I'll get the rebounding king, blocking king, scoring king, regular season mvp, best defensive player, finals mvp grand slam..."

Sumait rolled his eyes and complained without mercy:

"You are serious about bragging!"

As he said that, he opened the small notebook again and sighed:

"Anotherwise, if you really can win the rebounding king, you can win a small slam, a rebounding king, a blocking king, and a scoring king..."

Tu Man grew up and said in disbelief:

"What did you say, there is a scoring champion?"

Sumait closed the small notebook, snapped his fingers with a smile, and pointed at him and said:

"Of course, are you surprised or surprised?"

Tu Man was still a little confused and said subconsciously:

"Surprise, unexpected, but..."

Sumait said:

"This season, James and Wade have a group together, Kobe knows the assists, Melon and Nuggets have had a stumble, and their old killers have all dropped. Only Kevin Durant averaged 27.7 points per game and is close to you, but you kid averaged 32.5 points per game. I didn't expect it!"

Tu Man was suddenly overjoyed, and he didn't expect it.

Scoring King?

That's a super big meat, one more than the rebounding king and blocking king!

Is this world too gentle to me?

The whole season I spent my mind on rebounds and blocks, and I was dedicated to practicing prediction, positioning, carrying people, and covering. I was encouraged by Gentry and the others to beat 60 points in a single game. Is it still possible to win the scoring champion?

It’s really a matter of planting flowers that don’t bloom, but it’s a matter of planting willows that make you look like a shade!

Sumait held his shoulder and leaned back, saying slightly regretfully:

"If you don't ban the game, we can win at least 15 more games, and maybe we can win the first record in the league. At that time, we will hold the scoring king, rebounding king, blocking king, and record bonus. You kid has a great hope of winning a regular season MVP, but it's a pity..."

Tu Man didn't care, he was so satisfied.

Hearing the words, he laughed:

"What a pity? I'm still young and I always get MVP!"

Sumait said angrily:

"You know, in the long history of NBA, only Bob McAdu averaged 34.5 points, 14.1 rebounds and 2.1 blocks per game, while winning the scoring champion, rebounding champion, blocking champion and regular season MVP of that season, and it was not a rookie season!"

Tu Man smacked his lips and picked the bones inside the egg:

"Uncle Bob has too few blocks, so he can even get the block king? Strange, Wilt is the king of data, how could he not have a Grand Slam?"

Sumait glared at him and said angrily:

"When Wilt was dominating, the league had not introduced the blocking data, but the only ones who won MVP in the rookie season were him and Bone Crusher!"

Tu Man blinked and said with a smile:

"Okay, it's great to be able to get three kings. I'd better leave someone else a way out!"

Sumait said:

"Gonggugugugugu, you are a useless thing, I don't want to talk to you!"

Tu Man rolled down from the seat obediently, made a face, turned around and clapped his hands to stand up, holding the bus roof, and said aloud:

"Brothers!"

Everyone stopped betting and turned their heads to look at the living treasure.

Tu Man raised his lips and said loudly:

"In the next five games, I will average 30 rebounds per game, smash Kevin Love's Big Orange, and grab the rebounding king. Will the big guys support you with friendly support?"

Robin shouted:

"Average thirty per game. You kid didn't wake up after taking medicine, right?"

Tu Man flew out and kicked, and Robin hid away with a smile.

Richardson at the front of the car said lazily:

"Is there any benefit? Don't just want to have sex with me every day..."

Nash echoed:

"You guy didn't treat you 65 points, and you didn't treat you in the double 30s either. Why, we treat you as brothers, and you treat us as a connection?"

Everyone started to make a fuss. Tu Man is the highest salary in the team. He seized the opportunity and was not slaughtered at this time, so when would he wait?

After some serious discussion, when the car drove into downtown Minneapolis, the Suns team had reached an agreement, and Tuman was "forced" to promise a super party with [with young models]...

Of course, young model Tu Man can't recruit him.

This kind of pimping thing is naturally left to a certain old man who has been separated for almost a year. Nash's path is so wild...
Chapter completed!