Two white girls with white wings on their backs and bikinis, holding baskets filled with flowers, came to Wang Fei's side and curtsied to him.

Wang Fei nodded slightly.

"Dear Emperor, please come with us." A white girl said to Wang Fei.

Wang Fei followed these two girls, whose figures and looks were first-class, to the center of the court.

Here, a luxurious chair has been placed, which looks a bit like the dragon chair of an ancient emperor.

Wang Fei smiled and said to himself, this is really serious.

Wang Fei came to this chair.

David Hoffman's passionate voice sounded again: "Ladies and gentlemen, our Emperor has arrived at his throne. Now, it's time to invite Mr. Mark Jackson."

SN commentator Mark Jackson was already standing on the edge of the court at this moment.

He was holding a crown ornament in his hand. Although this ornament was fake, it was orange in color and studded with various gems.

When the light shines on it, it looks a little bit jewel-like.

Mark Jackson also took the risk at this time.

It's going to be embarrassing anyway.

Then you might as well show some grace.

So, he stood there in a straight suit, holding the crown, and smiling.

Looking at it this way, he didn't look like a bishop who was preparing to accept the punishment of losing a bet, but was going to a real emperor's coronation ceremony.

When he heard his name being called, the spotlight turned towards him, and Mark Jackson walked towards Wang Fei with a smile.

Wang Fei watched Mark Jackson walking towards him, and he thought to himself, this famous assist leader in NBA history is quite elegant.

Anyway, he is more elegant than Barkley.

Back then, Buckley kissed a donkey's butt.

Although Mark Jackson lost the bet, he gave himself a crown.

In fact, this can be considered a nb story.

Mark Jackson was also sizing up Wang Fei.

It was the first time for Mark Jackson to look at Wang Fei at such a close distance. He looked at it very carefully. Looking at it, he still felt that Wang Fei's physical condition was very weak.

How could such a Chinese boy produce such terrifying statistics?

How could such a frail body contain such terrifying explosive power and amazing speed?

I can’t figure it out!

Mark Jackson is 15 meters tall. In fact, at his height, he is definitely considered a second-class disabled person in today's NBA!

In today's NBA, the pursuit of smart and agile big men has become almost pathological.

If you look at the current guards, you would feel embarrassed if you were less than 1.9 meters tall. There are even a bunch of big men about 2 meters tall who play the role of guards, and they still play well.

Rockets home court David Hoffman saw Mark Jackson approaching, and he smiled and asked: "Mark, what are you thinking about at this time?"

Which pot is he not opening and lifting?

I just want to poke people's scars.

After David Hoffman asked this question, he handed the microphone to Mark Jackson.

Mark Jackson smiled lightly and said: "At this moment, I am very excited and honored, because I have witnessed the rise of a new super guard king! What is even more honored is that I will personally give him the crown. I am witnessing a period of

The beginning of nb legend!"

This is said with a high level of emotional intelligence.

What was originally an embarrassment turned into an honor when it came to Mark Jackson.

All the Rockets fans in the stadium heard Mark Jackson's words, but no one booed him, but gave him warm applause.

Wang Fei admired him very much.

I gave Mark Jackson a thumbs up in my heart: That’s amazing!

David Hoffman probably didn't expect Mark Jackson's answer to be so clever.

However, Mark Jackson's words were also praising the Rockets, so David Hoffman did not embarrass him.

"So, Mark, are you ready now?" David Hoffman asked.

"Yes, I'm ready." Mark Jackson nodded and said.

"So, ladies and gentlemen, let us witness this glorious moment that is destined to go down in history! The coronation ceremony of Emperor Wang Fei begins now!" David Hoffman shouted loudly.

A solemn and gorgeous piece of music sounded at the scene.

Wang Fei didn't understand what the song was.

After all, he has not studied this before.

However, the tune is very suitable for the current scene.

In the sound of music, Mark Jackson knelt on one knee in front of Wang Fei, presented the crown prop with both hands, and said: "Dear Your Majesty Wang Fei, please be crowned the Great Emperor!"

Wang Fei was stunned for a second or two.

He thought to himself, did he really want to take the crown with both hands and put it on his head?

Wouldn't that look very silly?

His main concern was this issue.

If you look like a clown when you wear this thing, you might as well not wear it at all.

"Your Majesty, please be crowned! Everyone here is witnessing your moment of glory, don't hesitate." David Hoffman said with a smile.

The whole place burst into cheers and shouts.

The cries turned out to be very unified:

"Crown, crown!"

Wang Fei took the crown from Mark Jackson with both hands, smiled and said thank you.

"Your Majesty, please put on your crown." David Hoffman shouted.

Depend on!

Wang Feixin said, "It seems that it's not enough if I don't wear it."

If you have no choice, then just bite the bullet and put this thing on your head.

Wang Fei placed the crown on his head upright. Then, he turned around and slowly walked to the throne that resembled a Chinese dragon chair and sat down.

He was trying his best to act elegant and didn't want to look like a clown.

"Kakaka"

The media at the scene were all taking photos, and all reporters wanted to capture the best photos and publish them first.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please keep this moment in mind today! Our Emperor Wang Fei crowns himself with strength! Today is just the beginning! His glory will continue! Our rocket will finally take off! I declare that Wang Fei will

The coronation ceremony of Emperor Fei is completed!" David Hoffman roared passionately into the microphone.

When Wang Fei heard that he said it was done, he quickly took off the crown prop from his forehead. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was a bit silly wearing it.

"David, can I go back now?" Wang Fei looked at David Hoffman.

"Yes, you can go back and take a rest, the game will start again soon." David Hoffman said.

Wang Fei held the crown prop in his hand and walked quickly to the players' tunnel.

Some media reporters wanted to catch up for interviews, but were stopped by Rockets staff on site.

Now is not the time for interviews.

The game has only been played for half, and the fierce battle will continue in the second half.

What Wang Fei didn't know was that China was already in a bit of trouble at the moment. Wang Fei's performance was really good, with data of B, which was much stronger than Yao Ming's NBA debut.
Chapter completed!