NBA: I'm not a clean center

After hanging up the phone, Xiao En thought for a while, and felt that he should have an agent, at least these troublesome things can be left to the agent.

Um?And those love debts can also be thrown to the broker to settle, right?

If you have anything to do, you can go to my agent, isn't that all right?Can I be a free scumbag?

Sean's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered a new continent.

But he was not reckless in choosing a broker. No matter how stupid he was from a lawyer's family, he knew how important a reliable broker was.

He took out his cell phone again and called Old Sean.

"Stupid son, oh, baby, you actually took the initiative to call your father, I was really touched, what's the matter, have you run out of money? Then I'll call you again, huh? You have performed well recently, 50 Is the dollar enough, and you......"

Seeing that Old Sean was about to start ideological education again, Sean quickly explained his purpose.

"Stupid, oh no, dear old man, I want to find an agent, just now the famous NBA player David Falk also called me, what's your opinion?"

As soon as he heard that there was something serious, Old Sean's attitude immediately became serious.

"David Falk? That's a good agent. The key is how you view the agent's position. If you just want to deal with some contract matters, then David Falk is a suitable candidate. But if you want to hand over some personal matters to the other party, then I think you have to be cautious."

Old Sean is obviously very aware of his son's trouble-free and corrupt private life, but out of respect for Sean's basketball career, he only gave vague suggestions.

Sean naturally understood the meaning of his old father, and he also followed the other party's words and said:

"Then dad, please find me a reliable agent. Anyway, you have frequent contacts with the agent profession, and you must know many more agents than me."

Old Xiao En was also very happy to hear his son's words, and he patted his chest and promised to find a suitable agent for Xiao En.

Seeing that the business was over, Xiao En hurriedly bid farewell to Old Xiao En on the phone for fear that his father would recite the magic spell again.

"Father, I have something urgent to do, so I'll hang up first. Besides, your son will no longer study law, and his career will be playing basketball in the future. Go and give birth to a son to inherit your law firm!"

Old Xiao En held the mobile phone that had been hung up, and cursed this scoundrel for being unfilial and not knowing how to chat with his father.

But then he remembered what Sean said just now.

"My son has the talent in basketball, so it's not bad to play professional basketball. As for my law firm, I can only hand it over to a professional manager after I retire."

"Having a son is not as simple as it is said, huh? It seems that it is not impossible. Mary next door seems to be interested in me, tsk tsk, with that appearance and figure, hey, it can't be done, the anger is coming up, and I have to vent it at night ......"

As expected, like a son, like a father.

Xiao En, who finished his business, didn't know that his casual sentence gave his father the idea of ​​having another child. Even if he knew it, he didn't care. It was too late to be happy.

With no worries, he happily went to the basketball hall to practice his favorite basketball.

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On December 12, Stanford University ushered in the biggest test since the regular season.

An away challenge to UCLA, which is also No. [-] in the regular season!

This focus match also attracted the attention of countless people. It is no exaggeration to say that this game is likely to determine the direction of this year's Parker 68 League regular season championship, and it is also a key battle for the Sweet [-] tickets.

Scouts from multiple nba teams also came to the scene, ready to evaluate Sean's performance in this game.

And Angelica is one of them. He is a rare female scout in the NBA.

Looking at Sean who was warming up, Angelica's eyes were full of brilliance.

Her hands didn't stop for a moment, and she kept recording Sean's information on the laptop she carried with her.

At this time, her computer screen was displaying the previously recorded personal data of Sean.

Height: 6 feet 10 inches

Arm span: 216cm

Weight: 255 pounds

Advantages: Has excellent explosive power, has a keen sense of rebounding, and has a decent mid-range shot.

Disadvantages: The technology is very rough, and it is said that the personality is very irritable.

"These data were collected by Sean when he joined Stanford University for physical examination. It has been more than two months. Judging from Sean's physique, he has grown his feet in the past two months. The previous data will have Very misleading."

Thinking of this, she deleted all the height, arm span and weight, and re-edited it.

Height: 7 feet?

Armspan: over 225cm

Weight: Greater than 255 pounds

In terms of height and wingspan, she can roughly calculate it with the keen eyes of scouts, and the weight, judging from the increased height, will only be heavier than before.

She didn't discover the secret behind this number until she finished writing it.

"A height of 7 feet plus a wingspan of more than 225cm? Plus excellent jumping and strong confrontation ability!"

She is a little hard to imagine, even Oden, the No. 07 pick in [-], is nothing more than that?

She is looking forward to the next game more and more.

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Sean naturally knows that there are still many people staring at him today, but he doesn't care, as long as he can show his true level is enough.

Thinking of this, he began to look at his main opponent today.

Selim, the main center of UCLA, is a very traditional center. All of his offensive methods come from the inside.

The physique is also roughly the same as Sean, but the explosive power and ricochet ability are far from each other.

A traditional center who walks the floor?

Sean is determined, just use his physical talent to overwhelm him!

As time passed, the game began amidst the cheers of the fans.

Sean and Selim came to the middle circle, ready to jump the ball.

"drop!"

Sean moved when he heard the sound, jumped up suddenly, and moved the basketball in the air towards his own half.

He's never lost when it comes to jump balls.

And Selim obviously knew that he couldn't compete with Sean, so he gave up the jump ball directly, just a symbolic and perfunctory jump, and turned back to defend.

Stanford got a first-round offensive player, as it did in the first four games.

The narrator even joked:

"If the game of basketball is just a jump ball, I bet Sean can win a hundred consecutive victories!"

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