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Chapter 138 After the game

Chapter 138 After the game

The moment the ball passed the net, Davis felt that there was only this voice left in the whole world.

The cheers of the fans seemed to be far away, and he stood alone in the middle of the court.

It was a true game-winner, and the timer had already reset to zero while the ball was in the air.

Looking at the Bulls players celebrating crazily, and at the Magic players who were devastated, a sense of loss that had never been felt filled Davis' heart.

Although the Magic have lost several games this season, none of them have given Davis this feeling.

The feeling drove him almost mad.

"Is this what it feels like to lose?" DeWeese squatted on the floor, holding his head and muttering to himself.

That was the person he had always wanted to challenge!

The feeling of being killed by him, the feeling of bitterness and regret, made Davis want to scream.

"Hey Michael, stand up like a man, just lose a normal regular season, don't act like the sky is falling." A pair of big hands patted Davis on the shoulder.

Davis looked up, tears glistening in his eyes.

To his surprise, it was Jordan standing beside him.

Jordan walked toward the tunnel with Davis in his arms.

Watching Jordan come to comfort Davis in person, the members of the Magic team who wanted to come up to comfort Davis stopped silently.

"When I first entered the league, I was overwhelmed by three people." As Jordan walked, he and Davis slowly told his story like a normal chat.

"It just so happens that these three people have something to do with you. One is your teacher, Elvin Johnson. The other two are currently coaching on your coaching staff, namely Larry Bird and Isiah Thomas."

"In my second year in the league, Bird won his third straight regular season MVP and his third championship ring."

"Then, it was time for Irwin to rule the league. The Lakers he led won two consecutive championships."

"I was thinking, it should be my turn, right? But, a nasty little man stopped in front of me again."

Jordan said to himself, his eyes full of nostalgia for that era.

"By the time the Pistons were finally under my feet, I was 27 years old, and I had been in the league for six full years." Jordan said here, suddenly laughing.

"When I was your age, I didn't have as good teammates as you. When I first entered the league, who were around? Ulrich, Steve Johnson, I remember we won 38 games that season."

Chatting and chatting, Jordan pulled him into a room, and Davis looked up, and it turned out to be the Bulls' locker room.

"Hey, look who this is, this year's No. [-] pick! Hello, little Michael." Pippen was about to take a shower when he saw DeWeese coming in and greeted him warmly.

"Hey, Scotty, you performed great today, our outside line was completely locked by you." DeWeese also became emotional, he squeezed out a smile, and greeted Pippen.

Pippen's face straightened, and he said seriously to Davis, "No, little Michael, I don't think Michael and I have locked up your outside line. It's just that your outside line is not in good shape today, and you performed the best today. I think you performed better than Michael. This is the first time I have seen a player who can limit Michael so much."

Davis scratched his head in embarrassment.

Jordan pulled DeWeese to sit down on the sofa and motioned Pippen to take a shower.

"Little Michael, what I want to tell you is that I, and my team, are the mountain that weighs on your head right now. Only by overcoming us can you have a brighter future. Now it seems that your chances are much greater than mine. I have tried my best to face you today. That damn fat pig refused to spend money to strengthen the lineup."

While talking, Jordan suddenly attacked someone personally.

DeWeese knew he was referring to Bulls general manager Jerry Krause, and the two had never had a good relationship.

"I understand your current mood very well. I also scored 60 points but lost. Just last year, when I faced you, I scored 63 points or 64 points. After losing, I had the urge to smash the arena." Jordan whispered to Davis.

The Bulls players returned to the locker room one after another, and they were all surprised to see Jordan talking to DeWeese, but after being surprised, everyone greeted DeWeese very warmly. This young man who caused them a lot of trouble tonight left a very deep impression on them.

The basketball court has always been a world that respects strength, and Davis' performance is already worthy of the Bulls players' respect.

"Michael, you scored another 50 points! If it weren't for you, we would have lost to the Magic. The kid next to you has performed really well." Phil Jackson came in last.

Davis's mood gradually calmed down. He stood up, greeted Phil, and said to Jordan: "Thank you, Michael, I am much better now. Next time in Orlando, you just wait for the loss."

After speaking, he looked at Jordan and laughed, his eyes no longer showed the frustration of being defeated, but full of fighting spirit.

Jordan also smiled: "Boy, don't forget our two offseason agreements, I look forward to meeting you in the playoffs."

DeWeese nodded, said goodbye to the others, and left the Bulls locker room.

Walking to his own dressing room, he purposely tidied up his image, pushed the door open and walked in full of energy.

The teammates who were chatting in twos and threes cast their gazes over at the same time.

"Guys, I played well today, and there is no game tomorrow, so I decided to invite everyone to my house for dinner!"

The locker room became calm in an instant, followed by cheers from the players.

D'Antoni, who was looking at DeWeese worriedly, froze for a moment after hearing DeWeese's decision, and then a smile appeared on his face.

"But I have a request, the next time we meet the Bulls, we must win!"

"I will definitely win next time!" O'Neill patted his chest, just like the gorilla in New York, and other team members expressed their opinions one after another.

Seeing DeWeese completely back to normal, joking with this one, playing pranks with that one, the mood of the Magic team members gradually relaxed after the loss, and the atmosphere of the whole team returned to normal in an instant.

D'Antoni whispered to Donovan next to him.

"This kid is simply a natural leader. Even if it were me, I wouldn't recover so quickly. I really have a big heart."

D'Antoni didn't know what was going on, but DeWeese's performance was enough to satisfy him.

(End of this chapter)