Basketball Legend: When Pride Still Matters

"This is what Michael taught me," Yu Fei said, "and I am very grateful for it."

When Yu Fei returned to the locker room, there were only a few veterans, Jordan, and his team's people inside.

Jordan, dressed in a gray suit and holding a glass of cola, asked Yu Fei indifferently upon seeing him, "You seemed a bit uncomfortable in the media room."

"Did I? Maybe," Yu Fei replied, "I'm really not used to attending press conferences with someone else." Chapter Discover:

Tim Grover said, "Michael rarely does this, you should be grateful, rookie."

Jordan gestured with his hand, signaling him to stop talking.

The few veterans in the locker room left one after another after noticing Jordan's look.

"I know you haven't sided with Abe, and I know you want to replace me," Jordan said, his brown eyes holding a captivating meaning, "Now I give you the opportunity, I let you come to me, you can see how I do things, and if you are strong enough, I can give you what you want."

Yu Fei responded, "Since you know everything, there's nothing more for me to say."

The sense of alienation, keeping himself out, was exactly the source of Jordan's confusion and dissatisfaction with Yu Fei.

He didn't know what he had done to make Yu Fei so averse to him.

"Rookie, no matter what benefits Abe has promised you, you should know that you are always a player, and those who play the game with you are not the bastards in suits making profits!"

Bastards in suits? Yes, there's one right in front of me.

"Oh, is that so?" Yu Fei didn't even want to reply.

"Dammit! Are you even listening to me?" Jordan barked.

Digging through his locker without looking back, Yu Fei asked, "I've done everything you've told me these past few games, what more do you want from me?"

A surge of nameless anger burst forth from within Jordan. It had always been others seeking his favor, and now he had extended a friendly gesture, but Yu Fei was impervious.

"You are a promising person, but if you choose the wrong path, then no one can save you," Jordan said coldly.

"Oh, you make a good point!" Yu Fei slammed his locker shut, picked up his backpack to leave, "Maybe I've always been walking in the opposite direction of the one you envisioned. Along the way, I've gone from an 18-minute-per-game bench player to a 38-minute-per-game starter, from a rookie nobody believed in to your 'little brother.' I've come too far to turn back now, and I don't know of anything worth turning back for. This path might be wrong for you, but it doesn't require me to make a choice; it only asks that I do what I'm supposed to do. I'm not Kwame Brown, I'm not Abe Pollin, and I'm certainly not one of those yes-men around you. Everything I've got today, I earned it with my ability, and if one day I'm not up to what I've received, I can accept them leaving me. This means, I do not need handouts from others, especially not you. What I least want is for you to give me anything. Not everyone has to lick your boots like a dog—I'll fight for what I want myself. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Having said that, Yu Fei gave Lawson a look, and the two left the locker room together.

Leaving behind only Jordan with an extremely unpleasant face and the trembling yes-men.

Tonight, a great character shone brightly, smashing the joy and pleasure brought by Jordan's MVP performances in two consecutive games like an earthquake.