“He truly is a perfect player. Even without considering his NBA career, not even Jordan could compare to him. In the history of basketball, there has never been a player who graduated from high school as the nation’s number one player, then went on to college and became the best player in the country in his very first NCAA season, and then actually won the national best player award again. Last year, he even led the NCAA All-Star team to defeat the greatest basketball team ever—Team USA’s Dream Team, led by Jordan, Magic Johnson, and Bird. After the game, Jordan personally named him as his successor. Although there are many so-called ‘next Jordans’ being hyped up right now, Hardaway is the only one personally chosen by Jordan. You have to know, there’s another ‘next Jordan’ in the NCAA All-Star team, Grant Hill, but clearly, in Jordan’s eyes, Hardaway is stronger than Hill!”

A commotion, a huge commotion. When Henry Lincoln watched that somewhat skinny-looking Black player walk onto the training court for the physical tests, he really hadn’t expected such a big stir to break out on the spot. You have to know, there had been many star rookies who had gone up for the physical tests before, like Henry Lincoln was very familiar with, and the newspapers had been hyping up recently—NBA’s future number one power forward, one of the most popular players in America, Chris Webber. Even when this super rookie went up for the physical, he didn’t make all the scouts on the sidelines stare wide-eyed, nor did he make all the other rookies stop their own training and warm-ups just to watch him alone.

Listening to the people around him, Henry Lincoln could clearly feel it.

This player named Anfernee Hardaway was just like Jordan on the NBA court—both were the pride of their era!

“The successor personally chosen by Jordan, the most perfect player so far?”

Henry Lincoln looked at Hardaway’s figure and muttered uncertainly to himself. In his heart, Jordan was the most perfect player, and he wasn’t sure if this player, also called the most perfect, was really as outstanding as Jordan.

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“Anfernee isn’t in great form today. Looks like the media has really affected him lately!”

At this moment, Henry Lincoln was watching Hardaway’s every move during the physical tests, and as the most important group at this training camp, all the scouts on site were staring intently at Hardaway.

“Yeah, he still hasn’t adjusted to all these changes, but even so, his talent is something Hurley or any other player can’t compare to!”

“That’s right, he’s the best player among all the rookies this year. I’m really jealous of the Orlando Magic’s luck. Last year, they used the number one pick to select the most talented big man, Shaquille O’Neal, and this year they have the number one pick again to select the most talented perimeter player in the NBA’s future, Hardaway. Just thinking about the combination of O’Neal and Hardaway is scary!”

“Maybe, in two years, the Orlando Magic will become an even more terrifying team than the Chicago Bulls!”

After Anfernee Hardaway and Bobby Hurley, these two genius players, finished their physical tests, the tense and focused atmosphere on site gradually returned to normal.

And after Anfernee finished, the next group was up, and it was Henry Lincoln’s turn.

Even though he had been watching from the sidelines for so long, when it was finally his turn, Henry Lincoln still felt a bit nervous. Actually, it wasn’t just a bit—he was extremely nervous.

This was a chance bought with ten thousand dollars to compete against the most talented rookies in the country. Henry Lincoln didn’t think he’d ever get another opportunity like this.

So when he walked onto the testing court, Henry Lincoln found that his legs weren’t quite obeying him.

“Don’t be nervous, man. This is just a physical test. This is the stage for those top genius players. Our stage isn’t here, so even if you don’t perform well, it’s okay!”

Just as Henry Lincoln felt his knees trembling, someone gently patted his shoulder. He turned around and saw a very mature-looking Black player standing there with a smile.

“Thanks, my name is Henry Lincoln, I’m 19, from Utah. You’re right, I really am a bit too nervous!”

After a slight daze, Henry Lincoln smiled at the mature rookie who was comforting him and said, because this opportunity bought with ten thousand dollars really made Henry Lincoln a bit anxious and overly nervous.

“Nineteen? That’s pretty rare for a rookie. Looks like you’re a genius player too,” the mature Black rookie joked a bit, but after hearing this, Henry Lincoln blushed. Of course, he knew what this Black rookie meant. Generally, 18- or 19-year-old players entering the draft are high schoolers, and those who are confident enough to enter the draft straight from high school are basically all geniuses—the very top tier.

However, clearly, Henry Lincoln didn’t belong to that group.

“Sorry, just kidding. You don’t mind, right? Not so nervous anymore, are you?” The Black rookie saw Henry Lincoln’s awkward smile and continued with a laugh, “My name is Bruce Bowen, from California, 22 this year. Hope we both do well in the upcoming tests!”