Chapter 208: I have a deep fate with the number one point guard

The time spent with Kobe is relaxed and pleasant. Kobe is a very pure basketball player. He and Fan Xi can always discuss basketball experience and analyze the current league's playing style.

Although many people criticize him for playing alone and only caring about his own shooting. But in fact, how could a superstar who can reach the historical level and enter the top ten in history have low basketball IQ?

Kobe's offensive skills can actually be compared to Jordan's, but his talent and physical conditions are not as good as Jordan's.

Fan Xi and Kobe focused on studying post-up play. Fan Xi's current post-up play is in the same line as Jordan's. He has acquired all of Jordan's skills and experience like bloodline awakening. He is only lacking some "realization" and experience, and in this regard, Kobe can give him the best advice.

Although the two did not personally go to the court to polish their skills, they have been able to play a thought-provoking role through language.

Fan Xi benefited a lot. Once his injury is fully recovered, the things Kobe shared and taught will inevitably bring him new nourishment.

Fan Xi stayed at Kobe's house until 10:30 in the evening, and Chen Ye drove over to pick him up before he left.

If it weren't for the housing prices in Beverly Hills, Fan Xi would really want to get a set for himself here.

"Jack."

Before Fan Xi got on the car, Kobe suddenly shouted at him from behind.

Fan Xi looked back.

Kobe suddenly showed a smile and said: "Actually, you came to say goodbye to me today, right?"

Huh?

Fan Xi was stunned.

"Jack, I know Jeanie better than you. She is far cleaner and more decisive than Jim. Since she became the team president, you are definitely going to be traded. You have too strong a Jim color on you."

Kobe continued: "I really hope you stay in Los Angeles. You are my favorite teammate, you are the young man I appreciate the most, diligent, eager to learn, hardworking, talented, and you have a true heart of a strong man."

"However, the NBA is like this, it is a business field."

"Jack, at this time, I suggest you go and have a good talk with Jeanie Buss. You can put pressure on her, you can let her trade you to the city and team you want to go to. She can't withstand the surging public opinion. You are the player Lakers fans love the most, you just won a three-peat for the Lakers."

"I guess, the news of your injury should have been leaked by Jim, right?"

Kobe said a lot, a lot of words.

He is a smart man, and he sees it very clearly.

"The most suitable team for you now is the Oklahoma City Thunder. You have a good relationship with Kevin, and he is not a tough leader. If you and Westbrook swap, you can become the leader of the Thunder. Durant's playing style is very suitable for you. He can help you solve the wings, solve double-teams, you can connect other players freely, you can play one-on-one on the weak side, and release your post-up skills to the maximum."

"The Chicago Bulls are also good. Perhaps you and Derrick will have ball rights conflicts, but I believe with your wisdom, you can definitely solve it. Derrick is very tenacious, he is a tough and taciturn player. You will cherish each other, and you can overturn Miami's rule in the East."

"I know you are a tough player, you don't want to borrow anyone's light, you are the light. This is exactly the same as the young me, and the same as the young Jordan. Back then, Jordan was beaten back repeatedly, but he never thought about joining a strong team and playing brother basketball."

"However, Jack. The times are different. LeBron started it, and the league will definitely become a league of superstar gatherings in the future. You should integrate into it. With your intelligence and wisdom, you should become the leader of the era."

Kobe said more and more.

He was like an elder who was about to travel far, holding a wine glass and "chattering" with various instructions.

Fan Xi was very moved. He turned around and opened his arms to hug Kobe.

"I thought you would say I was a lunatic, but you hugged me. I said it right, right? Jack, you are really leaving the Purple and Gold Army." Kobe asked Fan Xi softly.

Fan Xi nodded.

"Where are you going? Thunder? Bulls, or the team that has been chasing you, the Mavericks, or the team of your best brother, the Warriors?" Kobe asked.

"It's the Clippers." Fan Xi answered Kobe gently. He didn't want to have any concealment.

"..."

Kobe was stunned for a moment.

This was an answer he didn't expect.

He then remembered Fan Xi's previous sentence.

Kobe was very keen to realize that things were big. He had seen how ruthless Fan Xi was. Fan Xi staying in the Clippers only meant one thing: he wanted the Lakers to regret it completely, he wanted to be at odds with the Purple and Gold Army, and he wanted Jeanie Buss to stay on the Lakers' pillar of shame forever.

If Fan Xi chose the Bulls or Thunder, it meant he had no hatred in his heart. And staying in Los Angeles and joining the Clippers is undoubtedly the most difficult path.

On this path, Fan Xi walked into a dead end from which he could not retreat. He and Jeanie Buss, and the Lakers, only had one winner standing tall. Just like Fan Xi's cold sneer when he faced the majestic Big Three alone in the Finals.

Glory is Fan Xi's life.

"Hiss..." Kobe gasped. He muttered in his heart: Jeanie Buss, Jeanie Buss, why did you provoke Jack Fan? This is a vicious wolf that won't let go once it bites.

Clippers, Clippers....

Kobe recited this name and fell into a long silence.

When Fan Xi walked into Laisi's office, Laisi was stunned. This surgical surgeon who enjoyed fame across the United States looked at Fan Xi with extreme surprise.

She had repeatedly called Fan Xi before, trying to persuade Fan Xi to complete the surgery, and she guaranteed that she would definitely do her best.

However, she didn't persuade Fan Xi.

Instead, she waited for Fan Xi to walk into her office.

Yes, Fan Xi removed the protective gear, and he walked into Laisi's office on June 23rd.

In the past few days, Fan Xi was very leisurely. He didn't care about anything at all, and he didn't care about the Lakers' dynamics.

He just met Mike Dunleavy, and on June 19th, the retired old Dunleavy was rehired by the Clippers to become the acting general manager of the Clippers club.

At this time, there were many news sources in the league, saying that the Lakers were planning to trade Fan Xi.

These news releases were accused of being groundless by Lakers fans and Los Angeles media, but on the other hand, Jeanie Buss also felt huge pressure. If Fan Xi was really traded, she would definitely be attacked by the crowd. She underestimated Fan Xi's influence in Los Angeles.

After all, he is the Finals MVP who killed his way out of a desperate situation. The "Miracle Child" had long become the successor of the Purple and Gold Army in the hearts of Los Angeles people.

The surging public opinion of the undercurrent made Jeanie Buss lose sleep and food recently. She even thought about keeping Fan Xi, but she was worried about Fan Xi's injury risk, and worried about Fan Xi having no injury risk. If Fan Xi had no injury risk, he would inevitably continue to rise. After such a time, it was even more impossible for Jeanie and Fan Xi to repair their relationship.

Being indecisive, Jeanie Buss could only make up her mind to try every means to send Fan Xi away.

"Jack, what's going on? Why did you remove the protective gear?" Laisi asked in surprise.

Fan Xi smiled and said: "Laisi, I feel great now, as if I have never been injured. Before, a doctor said I might have two ligaments, and it doesn't matter even if one is broken. I didn't trust him, so I came to ask you to check it again."

The art of speaking.

Laisi frowned. She felt this judgment was very strange.

Soon, she tested Fan Xi again, and the final result showed: Fan Xi didn't have two ligaments, but those torn ligaments were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the broken ligament seemed to have reconnected...

Could it be that my previous film wasn't taken well?

Laisi took out two films to compare, and the more she looked, the more she felt it might be a problem with her previous judgment.

This is actually a psychological projection of "suspecting the neighbor of stealing the axe."

Fan Xi flexibly showed his ankle joint to Laisi.

Laisi finally let go of her heart and said: "Jack, you still have to wear the protective gear. Although your recovery is very good, we still have to observe the next step. We can't be too optimistic now."

Fan Xi nodded quickly.

At this time, Laisi said to Fan Xi again: "Jack, can you introduce me to the doctor who diagnosed you? I really want to know how he judged that you didn't need surgery. You know, we need to communicate among peers..."

"Uh..."

This stumped Fan Xi, so he had to say: "My doctor is not a Western doctor, he is a TCM doctor, and he practiced martial arts before..."

As Fan Xi was speaking, Lu Yuan brought Chen Ye in.

Chen Ye is now Fan Xi's driver, bodyguard, Chinese chef, and special assistant.

"Jack, there is a preliminary plan. It's a three-party trade." Lu Yuan said to Fan Xi, and Fan Xi signaled him not to continue.

Then he said to Laisi: "This is the doctor I mentioned, you can communicate with him."

Fan Xi pushed Chen Ye out.

Laisi really didn't think about the meaning of Lu Yuan's words. She walked over and shook Chen Ye's hand hard: "This doctor

Chen Ye frowned and replied: "My name is Chen Ye, you can call me Jet, Jet Chen."

"Jet Chen? Good name, my favorite Chinese movie actor is Jet Li," Dr. Laisi said enthusiastically.

When Dr. Laisi mentioned Jet Li, Chen Ye's expression became a bit awkward: Is there a possibility that Chen Ye used to be Jet Li's stunt double? He just took his English name from Jet Li anyway; he wasn't well-educated.

Dr. Laisi began to ask Chen Ye how he determined that Fan Xi's ligament was not torn.

Chen Ye said honestly: "I just pressed his ankle and judged it based on the technique."

This sentence terrified Dr. Laisi. Dr. Laisi was a practitioner of Western medicine, and Western medicine always relies on instruments to diagnose illnesses.

They had never heard of diagnosing an illness just by using one's hands.

"How did you press it to determine that?" Laisi asked curiously.

Chen Ye was not good with words and didn't know how to explain it, so he simply squatted down and grabbed Dr. Laisi's ankle: "I just pressed it like this."

When Chen Ye pressed her ankle, Dr. Laisi was startled at first, but then she actually felt a bit of enjoyment, because Chen Ye's technique was very professional and comfortable.

After all, Chen Ye had been giving massages to his fellow disciples since he was a child.

Seeing that Chen Ye and Dr. Laisi were chatting happily, Fan Xi and Lu Yuan decided not to disturb them and turned to walk outside.

Fan Xi asked Lu Yuan: "What three-way trade?"

"A three-way trade between the Lakers, the Hornets, and the Clippers. It's been preliminarily agreed upon; now it just depends on which year's draft picks the Clippers and Lakers are willing to give up," Lu Yuan said simply.

"What about the Magic? What about Howard?" Fan Xi asked in disbelief. The main subject of the Lakers' trade had always been Howard, so how did it get dragged into the Hornets? Were they trading Chris Paul?

Fan Xi was caught off guard; he never expected that one day he would stand on the opposite end of a trade from the league's number one point guard, Chris Paul.

Quite a deep bond.

"The talks collapsed. The Magic don't want you. The Magic feel you can't change anything; they have Nelson, and Turkoglu can also organize. These are their exact words," Lu Yuan said, speechless.

Fan Xi spread his palms; he had nothing to say: After all that, the Magic didn't even take a liking to him.

"By the way, Jack. Mr. Yao called me just now and said someone wants to talk to you," Lu Yuan mentioned another matter.

"Which Mr. Yao?" Fan Xi asked.

"Which other Mr. Yao could it be?" Lu Yuan stretched out his hand and gestured toward the highest point.

Fan Xi understood immediately; he quickly reached out to ask Lu Yuan for the phone and dialed the number.

After a short while, the call connected.

The voice that came through the phone was not Yao Ming's, but a voice that was both strange and slightly familiar: "Hello."

"Hello, this is Fan Xi," Fan Xi replied in English.

"I'm Stephen. Yao and I are playing a charity game in Zhongguo. I don't have your number, but I have a very important matter I'd like to discuss with you. Do you have time?" A gentle voice came from the other end of the line.

"Of course," Fan Xi was actually a bit flattered.

Because the person on the other end of the line was Steve Nash.

Just a moment ago, Fan Xi was wondering about standing on the opposite end of a trade from the current league's number one point guard, and now he was standing on the opposite end of an overseas phone call with the former league's number one point guard.

If you add in the historical number one point guard Magic Johnson, whom he spoke with last night.

Fan Xi really had quite a deep connection with the number one point guards.