When Roy O'Neal's name was called by the Lakers at the 1996 draft, Shaq shouted from the floor, loud enough for the whole Madison Square Garden to hear.
"That's my brother! My little brother!"
The commentator on the nationwide broadcast paused. "Wait, O'Neal has a brother? A point guard?"
Roy walked onto the stage and shook hands with David Stern. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Shaq grinning from ear to ear, while Kobe sat a few rows back, gave him an expressionless glance, then lowered his head and continued tying his shoes.
Later, someone asked Kobe what his first impression of fellow rookie Roy O'Neal had been.
Kobe said, "He smiles too much."
Later still, someone asked Roy what it was like playing alongside Kobe and Shaq.
Roy said, "One of them competes with me every day to see who gets to the training facility first. The other keeps asking if I can throw the ball higher so he can dunk it more comfortably. Me? I'm just a delivery guy."
Shaq heard him and chased him around the entire locker room. "Who are you calling a delivery guy?!"
That year, a new number 11 joined the Lakers' locker room.
Nobody knew how far this 1.95-meter-tall, grinning point guard could take the team.
Not even Roy himself.
But he knew one thing:
His big brother was in the paint, Kobe was on the wing, and the ball was in his hands.
That was enough.
Come on, author, the writing is quite good, but it's a little bit toxic to predict the future again and again. This kind of thing can be done once or twice for fun, but too often it will affect the senses. Author, your dialogue content is very good. The American humor of the protagonist is very interesting. The daily content after the game can be your advantage. Finally, I hope to write down the various parameters of the protagonist. To be honest, after reading all the chapters so far, the model for the protagonist only has a height of 195cm, a weight of 94kg, and has no idea about the wingspan and jumping. Even in terms of appearance, I only know that he is black.