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Chapter 256 Isn't It Street Fighting? Bring It On! (1 Update, Please Subscribe)

The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

Yeager's internship period did not officially end until half a year ago.

This is the case when he has submitted countless applications to the supervisor for regularization.

The interns who entered the company at the same time had either become full-time employees a long time ago, or they had already joined the management.

Yeager was the worst of that group of people—no one.

But why?

For a long time, he has been conscientious and conscientious, abides by his duties, is the first to come and the last to leave, consciously works overtime without asking for rewards, and sometimes even takes the initiative to clean up.

Nobody wants to travel to places like Milwaukee or Toronto, and he volunteered just to impress his superiors.

But the harder he worked, the less he got.

Things kept going in a direction he didn't want.

Awful.

In fact, he didn't know what he did wrong until Zhou Yan turned away from the microphone and Andre said those words to him.

Glenn Robinson clashed with Zhou Yan, and Robinson was ejected from the arena.

It did happen.

And not only I saw it alone.

So why doesn't everyone ask?

Is it because the steal 15 that killed the game was too deadly and too dazzling, so everyone ignored it?

Well, since you don't ask, let me ask.

Why didn't Zhou Yan hear clearly at such a close distance? Why did you ask me to say it again?

And that smile looks friendly, but it always gives people a feeling of chills on the back......

Why is everyone so silent?

Did I say the wrong thing? Did I say the wrong thing?

Jaeger has too many doubts in his heart, but he doesn't know who to tell.

Andre said that many years later, looking back today, he would be grateful to the other party, because he not only saved his job, but also saved his future.

not understand.

Yeager could only instinctively feel that he had been lucky to avoid a catastrophe.

There is another question.

Am I...not cut out to be a reporter?

After the game was over, Zhou Yan knew that there was still a problem to be solved.

Glenn Robinson cannot be forgiven.

The problem is not in speaking poorly, nor in being obedient or disobedient.

It is normal to be unconvinced. The West believes in the supremacy of strength. Unless it is smashed head-on, fame alone will not be convincing.

Similar words, Kobe said to O'Neal long before the game started.

If everyone is fighting for fame instead of strength when they are on the field, then they don't have to fight at all, and just surrender when they see Zhou Yan in the future.

It wasn't this that Zhou Yan was angry with.

It was Glenn Robinson's later remarks.

Racism? Why racism?

How many years have blacks been discriminated against by whites since the evil triangular trade began?

Today, hundreds of years later, when black people no longer have to be unable to enter those pubs marked with racial discrimination because of their black skin, they will target the yellow race?

Therefore, the thing that countless black people have stepped forward, marched forward, and vowed to protest to the death is not racial discrimination itself.

Blacks protested only because racial discrimination fell on blacks.

And if the object of discrimination is the yellow race, those so-called teachers of justice who were still waving the flag for the affirmative-rights movement in the last second will immediately raise their hands and feet in favor.

I'm afraid this is beyond what can be summed up in a sentence of double standards.

Human nature is evil, but that's all.

Conflicts between men should be resolved in a man's way.

Conflicts caused by basketball must be resolved with basketball.

Glenn Robinson looked at Zhou Yan with disdain: "Do you really think you can win without the help of your teammates? You had O'Neal and Kobe by your side during the Lakers period, Alonzo Mourning by your side during the Heat period, and you have to gather a group of players in Atlanta Helper, a coward can never stand alone, understand?"

At this moment, Zhou Yan truly understood the ultimate form of Keyboard Man.

"In more than ten years, the Internet will be very developed. At that time, there will be a kind of people on the Internet, called brainless trolls, which means scolding for the sake of scolding, black for the sake of blackmailing, and their words are completely incomprehensible. The logic is not self-consistent, I always thought those people were quite normal in reality, until I met you, Glenn Robinson.

Zhou Yan kept it elegant.

Even if the two of them don't do anything, they just stand at one end, and the image contrast is extremely tragic.

Zhou Yan is a handsome guy, and this doesn't change because of his skin color. As for Glenn Robinson—I believe many people still remember the rumor that a child was abandoned by his biological parents because he was too ugly.

Considering that Glenn Robinson obviously lacks the most basic upbringing, Zhou Yan doesn't think it's just a rumor.

"Think that saying some inexplicable nonsense can affect my mentality? Forget it, little thing, I am different from those idiots. I was born as the No. Superstar from day one."

"I don't understand exactly who you're referring to as an idiot, but I think any of them are paid more than you are now. Also, if a player reaches the ninth year of his career, the only thing worth bragging about It turned out to be his draft pick, I think this is a very sad thing. The Bucks did offer you 65 million, paid in ten years

By the way, don't ever forget how you got that contract with the worst deal in the history of the league. "

Zhou Yan's logic is very clear, and he is methodically refuting each other's remarks one by one.

In fact, he doesn't like talking loudly, but most of the time, a verbal attack is far more painful than a heavy punch.

"In the end, I don't know what made you feel like a superstar. I just took it out of my pocket, and all I got out were MVP and Finals MVP. What about your 287? Best rookie or alternate All-star? As far as I know, these two honors don’t seem to have trophies, right?”

Glenn Robinson was going crazy.

He felt that he should not have any verbal confrontation with Zhou Yan at all.

"Little bastard! When I and Michael Jordan scored high points, you were still breastfeeding in your mother's stomach!!"

"Michael Jordan?"

Zhou Yan smiled: "Why don't I call Jordan now and ask him if he remembers what happened to Biao? Or you can ask Jordan if he dares to talk to me like that?"

"Is there a fart for slapping? Sure enough, all yellow people are softies! Do you dare to make head-to-head gestures with me!"

"Why not? The game is up to you."

"Boy, don't regret saying this, I'm a player from Rock Park, don't cry and ask your mother for milk later.

"Then according to the rules of Rock Park, bullfighting, a total of 10 points, two wins in three rounds or one round will determine the outcome."

"A softie only wins two out of three games!"

In fact, Glenn Robinson was already a little flustered at this time.

How does Zhou Yan, an outsider, know the rules of Rock Park?

Did he ever play streetball in Locke Park? No...it shouldn't be, it's too dark there, and the goats can't allow a yellow man to join in.

"Okay, according to your idea, the outcome is determined by one round, so since the rules are set, do you want to bet on something?"

"bet?!".