Regardless of what his son thought, he continued, "Stephen, call him uncle."

These words made Zhang Hao breathe a little rapid. He will be the strongest three-pointer in history in the future, a superstar with two consecutive MVPs, and he is only 11 years younger than him. He calls him uncle! How could he refuse such a thing?

Xiao Ku looked at Zhang Hao, who was tall in front of him but looked like a big brother. He was kind and hesitant. Will this call him old?

But my father told me this, and Curry shouted crisply: "Good morning, uncle."

Obviously, the kind little Curry's worries were unnecessary, and Zhang Hao responded decisively, "Hey..."

For some reason, Curry, who was only 7 years old, felt the malice from the big brother in front of him. This malice did not make him feel dangerous, but he just felt uncomfortable and seemed to have been taken advantage of.

Since Uncle Cheng, of course he has to look like an uncle. Zhang Hao said, "This child looks smart."

Dell Curry was very happy to hear his son being praised and said with a smile: "This kid doesn't look so smart. He knows that he doesn't even listen to my father's words, so he doesn't think about who earns money to support his family..."

The smile is sad, the joy reveals despair, and the tone is mixed with resentment...

After getting to know each other, Zhang Hao and Dell Curry had too much to talk about. Dell Curry had to take his child to run in the morning. He said sorry and continued running with Curry who had been resting for a while.

Zhang Hao didn't force himself to get in. Although he wanted to have more contact with the primary school students, he really had no reason to get in. Instead, it made people uncomfortable. He was going back to the stadium to prepare for tonight's game.

In the preseason this evening, the old Hornets players didn't care much, and they still had time to walk their son in the morning.
Chapter completed!