On the 2nd, in a private villa in the eastern suburbs of Philadelphia, when Su Feng walked in, he almost thought he was on the wrong set...
In the swimming pool, a group of young Black men and women—likely aged around 20—were playing happily.
Over the smoky lawn, it was hard to tell whether the scent in the air came from tobacco or barbecue.
Large chunks of beef and sausages were laid out on the grill, and before long, a chubby little guy would come over and start flipping them.
This was a party organized by Iverson's friends to celebrate his top draft pick and his move into a new home.
And parties like this would accompany AI throughout his career—until one day in the future, when he'd discover his bank card had lost its ability to "print US dollars."
It's worth mentioning that upon entering the villa, Su Feng once again saw the massive figure of Iverson's mother—Ann Iverson.
Unlike before, Ann was deliberately wearing the fur coat Iverson had bought her, even in the heat of midsummer.
Her neck was adorned with sparkling jewels. In the crowd, she would occasionally kick at the young men around her—because these little punks had grown up right under her nose.
Honestly... Hong Kong really...
Although Su Feng was familiar with all this, seeing Iverson's daily life made him truly feel...
Allen, if you're not going bankrupt, who is?
"I'm scared"—that was the mindset of Iverson and his mother, both now and in the future.
Add to that a group of friends who were like vampires—completely clueless about financial management...
To put it bluntly: NBA star problems.
In fact, most NBA players go bankrupt after retiring. Otherwise, why would Pippen be trash-talking Jordan on TV every day?
Do you really think that's educational?
If you don't hype up Jordan, how do you expect to promote Pippen?
Making money is hard. You think praising Jordan brings in cash, and since the TV hosts are attractive, Pippen just enjoys the spotlight.
"Su, why are you here? We've all been waiting for you!"
Soon after Su Feng entered the villa, Iverson—wearing only swimming trunks and showing off his muscular chest—walked up to him.
"You were waiting for me?" Su Feng asked curiously, eyeing Iverson.
"Of course! This party is for both of us entering the NBA." Iverson patted Su Feng on the butt, and with a gesture...
Su Feng heard the kind of music he used to associate with his "player" days in his past life.
"Allen, if I remember correctly, haven't we only met a few times?" Su Feng felt a bit awkward as Iverson pulled him into the center of the party.
Iverson nodded thoughtfully at Su Feng's comment. Then, with his protagonist-like gaze, he stared at Su Feng for a moment.
"Come with me," Iverson said with a sudden smile, leading Su Feng into the villa's interior.
Compared to the noisy outdoors, the inside was quieter—though a few stylish Black men were still smoking inside.
As Su Feng followed Iverson, he realized that Iverson didn't actually have that many close friends...
What puzzled Su Feng was that these friends looked at him not just with curiosity and surprise...
But also with a hint of respect?
"Did I become the incense master of Qingmutang without knowing it?" Su Feng joked to himself.
Just as he was mocking himself, a sturdy Black man pushed a wheelchair toward them.
Su Feng noticed the young man in the wheelchair was wearing a white hat and kept staring at him.
"Su, let me introduce you—this is Roberts.
Come on, Roberts, thank your benefactor," Iverson said, walking over to the wheelchair and introducing Su Feng.
Benefactor?
Su Feng scratched his head.
"Su, hello. Please forgive me for not being able to stand up and thank you properly.
I know—you probably didn't even know my name—but you still saved me.
Sorry this thank-you is two years late.
Su, do you remember May 28, 1994?"
In the wheelchair, Roberts stood up with Iverson's help and gave Su Feng a traditional Chinese-style fist salute.
"I heard that in China, this is how you thank a benefactor, right?" Roberts said with a smile.
May 28, 1994...
Was there anything special about that day?
Su Feng remembered that back then, he hadn't quite adjusted to his new identity. And on that day...
Wasn't there a shootout near the school?
Emmmmm... actually, Su Feng hadn't thought it was that dramatic at the time.
You might not believe it, but Su Feng—used to life as a flower grower—thought someone was just setting off firecrackers from a distance.
Later, when he remembered he was in the EUA, Su Feng instinctively applied some "Voldemort-style" survival tactics.
He calmly hid in a blind spot and only stood up after confirming the shootout was over.
Seeing someone lying in a pool of blood not far away, Su Feng hesitated, then ran to the nearby convenience store and called an ambulance.
After that, Su Feng didn't remember much—because soon after...
Kobe's image had taken over his mind.
"Thank you. I had come to Philadelphia from Hampton to visit my cousin, but I was mistaken for a local gangster.
If you hadn't shown up in time, I think I'd be dead," Roberts said gratefully.
"In fact, when we saw the report that you saved Roberts, we all wanted to thank you in person.
But Roberts was in terrible shape—as you can see, even now he can barely stand and walk with my help.
You should know that we spent nearly all our savings to help him recover.
Of course, the most important thing is that Roberts wanted to thank you face-to-face," Iverson said, patting Su Feng's backside with a smile.
Su Feng froze...
To be honest, he had just done what he thought was right.
He never imagined that the man he saved back then was actually Iverson's closest friend.
And that act of bravery...
Had been quietly helping him for the past two years.
Although Su Feng had always been skeptical of the idea that "good deeds bring rewards," now...
Okay!
His elementary school teacher was right: don't ignore small acts of kindness, and don't overlook small wrongs.
"So... about the trial training," Su Feng turned to look at AI.
"You saved my best friend, so naturally, you're my friend.
Friends help friends—isn't that how it's supposed to be?" Iverson laughed.
"And did you know that when Roberts found out I'd be doing the same trial as you, he told me that if I ever had the chance to pass you the ball and didn't, he'd stop being my brother," Iverson added.
Su Feng looked up at the sky.
As a "walking Iverson encyclopedia," he knew that although Iverson had his flaws—he even once kicked his wife out of the house...
One thing was certain: Iverson was loyal.
In Su Feng's past life, no matter how much trouble his friends caused, Iverson was always willing to stand by them.
Just...
Wait a minute...
Aren't you one of Iverson's "ride-or-die" buddies now?
Su Feng: "..."
Su Feng felt like he should've switched to football.
Maybe someday he'd wear the number 9 for Real Madrid and go by the name Benzema.
"I was really happy when I heard you were traded to the 76ers.
Because during training, I realized you're a good person," Iverson continued.
Su Feng: "..."
Hey, AI, do you hand out "good guy" cards to everyone you meet?
"Why?" Su Feng asked, trying not to gag.
"Because I can't stop Stephen, but you've always helped me cover the gaps.
And whenever I get a chance to steal, you're always right behind me, ready to protect me," Iverson said.
"..."
Damn, you noticed all that too?
Su Feng felt like he had a thousand things to say—but held back.
Because compared to Iverson...
His time in Phoenix had been way tougher than the trial in Philadelphia.
"Come on, the party's started—let's relax!
Forget that damn training!" Iverson grinned at Su Feng.
Su Feng: "..."
Okay...
Sure enough… better let Iverson be the No. 3 in the rotation, or just tie Tracy up and bring him along.
"Hey Alan, can I skip the party?" Su Feng suddenly asked as Iverson led him outside.
Iverson's face darkened instantly.
"Why?"
Su Feng knew exactly what Iverson was thinking—that he didn't like his friends...
But Su Feng also knew: it was impossible to change Iverson. Not everyone is named Kobe, and not everyone is as sensible as Kobe. Iverson wasn't paranoid, but he wasn't exactly gentle either.
So even though Su Feng really wanted to roast Iverson's friends, he felt that was Iverson's personal choice.
Sometimes, if you haven't lived someone else's experience, you shouldn't try to convince them to be more "forgiving."
The reason Su Feng didn't want to go to the party was simple. It had nothing to do with Iverson's friends—he just didn't want to waste time.
So Su Feng looked Iverson in the eye, honest and sincere, and said:
"I'm not afraid you'll laugh at me, Alan… I want to go back and practice."
"Practice?" Iverson was stunned. After hearing Su Feng's explanation, he stared at him in disbelief for a good thirty seconds.
Su Feng remembered a funny little story from Iverson's biography.
Back in the day, Iverson went to play in Los Angeles. He and Kobe—who hadn't yet learned how to party—hit it off. They watched the same game and went out for a late dinner afterward.
After supper, Iverson wanted Kobe to take him to a nightclub. But Kobe, the ultimate straight-laced guy, replied:
"No. I'm going to sleep. I've got practice tomorrow."
Iverson was speechless.
Of course, teasing is teasing.
But Iverson's character was always straightforward. He never ran from his flaws—and he admitted them all in his autobiography.
Still, Iverson was the kind of guy who, even when he knew he was wrong, wouldn't change.
"Say what you want—I do things my way."
In Su Feng's past life, even John Thompson had to give Iverson freedom just to keep him in college.
And when Larry Brown stayed with the 76ers and Iverson… you think Brown didn't have to kiss up to him?
Let's be honest—Iverson was demonized by some people later on. Because if he didn't take the blame, who else would carry the weight of his "bad boy" reputation?
Remember, back then, the "human victory cigar" hadn't even entered the league yet...
Of course, there weren't many parts of Iverson's personality that were admirable—he was stubborn and rarely changed his mind.
But maybe because Su Feng had seen too much of the future...
He found Kobe better than McGrady. And even Iverson, now, seemed kind of... cute.
Among the four superstar guards, none of them escaped a breakdown.
Even Carter—the darling of Jordan fans—had his low moments thanks to poor emotional intelligence.
Inside the mansion, looking at Su Feng's serious face, Iverson believed his reason for wanting to practice.
Don't ask why—it's just Iverson's mindset.
"You wanna play? I've got a court in the backyard.
I heard you're pretty good one-on-one. You even beat Jerry Stackhouse. How about a game?" Iverson gave Su Feng that mischievous look again.
"..."
"!!!"
Did he even need to ask?
That was exactly why Su Feng stayed!
One-on-one? Su Feng wasn't bragging—if you've got a name in basketball, Su Feng will never lose to a nobody.
And just like that, Su Feng never left.
…
In the backyard of Iverson's house, after changing a white T-shirt, Iverson wearing slippers performed Su Feng once ...
True-You can also buckle up with slippers.
Su Feng: "..."
"By Su, I heard people say that you and Kobe will have a special skill.
Is called 'Sam Gold', can you show it to me again? "Iverson asked, looking up at Su Feng curiously.
Su Feng nodded, and after receiving the pass from Iverson, he performed Sam Gold.
"Huh?" Iverson suddenly shined.
"It was a genius who invented this trick." I have to say that in some ways, Iverson's talent is really terrible.
Su Feng's previous life, his unique "rocket dribble" training method has helped many future young defenders improve their dribble skills?
If dribbling is divided into masters, then Iverson can definitely be a master.
On the field, after Su Feng's presentation, Iverson took the ball, and within a few moments, he slammed Sam Gold.
While looking at Iverson 's dribbling skills against the ground and flowing clouds and water, although Su Feng 's expression did not change, he was bleeding in his heart ...
"Su, look, I think this trick can still be done ...
Yes, you can ...
Yes, yes, it's okay! "On the court, Iverson's movements suddenly became faster and faster.
And Su Feng's chin has fallen to the ground.
On the court, I saw AI holding the ball in one hand. While pulling the ball to the right hand, he pressed the center of gravity and tried to break through to the right ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ Then, he suddenly withdrew a little and returned the ball through the crotch Left hand ...
Then, the basketball returned to his right hand through the hips.
Iverson's dribble at the moment can be described as there are ten million kinds of changes, and each frame can be called the "human dribble essence".
Looking at Iverson who was constantly walking around in front of himself on the court, Su Feng knew that Iverson was using it at the moment, not Sam Gold ...
There is a saying in the NBA called: You clearly know that Iverson will jump to the right, but you just can't prevent him.
This trick is a continuous crotch dribble change, and even Iverson will use this trick to show the old rogue in the future.
Of course, this trick also has a very nice Chinese name.
Because Chinese fans call this trick--
Wear the butterfly step!
"Ding——! Congratulations to the host's dribble potential +1!"
"Ding——! Congratulations to the host's potential to control the ball +1!"
"Ding——! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the original stunt: wearing the flower butterfly step (Iverson original version)!"
"Dancing Butterfly Steps (Iverson's original version): After equipping it, you can improve your opponent's ability by 15 points, and provide the first step start bonus.
Equipment conditions: limit sprint speed 95 (not up to standard), hold the ball to accelerate 90 (not up to standard), dribble 86 (not up to standard), ball control 86 (not up to standard). "
"Su, when I played with you before, I found out that you don't seem to love crotch dribbling and Crossover.
Shall I teach you something special? On the court, Iverson, who had already completed a lap, turned the basketball with his finger and looked at Su Feng with a smile.
"Good!"