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The Washington Post\'s headline was: Frye and Michael Respect Each Other Amidst Quarreling.

The New York Times\' headline was: Michael Still Hasn\'t Learned to Coexist Harmoniously with the Younger Generation.

The Los Angeles Times\' headline was: A Prominent Rookie Leaves MJ at a Loss.

The most significant was The Seattle Times: Frye Is D.C.\'s Most Crucial Player to Date, Not Michael, Which Is Why They Cannot Get Along.

No matter what, the matter had blown up.

Yu Fei also went from being the team\'s "Anti-Mike" to being publicly recognized as "Anti-Mike."

Although he secured a starting position and played well, Yu Fei\'s relationship with Jordan was unlikely to have any room for a turnaround.

Yu Fei didn\'t care about this, as long as he played as a starter, his season goal was considered achieved.

What does it matter if he doesn\'t get along with Jordan? At worst, what would be the worst outcome? He gets traded.

With his current performance, even if he gets traded, he would be valued at a new team.

Even better, getting traded was something Yu Fei wanted to see; life is short, and staying away from Jordan was the key to a good life.

Since he couldn\'t leave for now, he could only make do.

The next day, Yu Fei boarded the team bus and headed to the airport.

The November schedule had ended, and the Wizards ranked eighth in the Eastern Conference with a 6-8 record; they had two days of rest afterward.

When entering the team\'s charter plane, Yu Fei greeted the accompanying reporter, Steve Wyche: "Good morning, Steve, I read your article, it was great."

Although Yu Fei was surprised to find that Wyche\'s article claimed there was respect between him and Jordan amidst their quarreling, Wyche\'s writing undoubtedly gave them a breather in the opinion within Washington D.C.

At least the fans wouldn\'t be suspicious.

"Thank you for liking it," said Wyche, "You also played great."

"Thanks, I\'ll try even harder for your next piece," Yu Fei said.

"Try harder not to pass the ball to MJ?" Wyche asked with a laugh, "Are you sure?"

"Ah haha..." Yu Fei suddenly lifted his foot to show off his new shoes, "Steve, what do you think of these?"

Yu Fei was wearing a pair of ostentatious purple Reebok sneakers.

This was Reebok\'s first signature sneaker created for Yu Fei, named The Chosen One; it was said that the name was Quent DiMio\'s idea because Yu Fei initially became famous in professional basketball due to a "The Chosen One" article by Gary Smith. Read new chapters at m_v-l\'e|-NovelBin.net

"Not suitable." Jordan commented, nearby, "You should have them design a pair of blue sneakers, navy blue, that\'s D.C.\'s color."

"You don\'t understand anything," Yu Fei said dismissively, "There\'s no color tackier than navy blue."

Anger flickered in Jordan\'s brown eyes, "Listen, I am the best shoe seller ever, you can\'t say I don\'t understand this!"

"If you say so..." Yu Fei felt no need to argue with Jordan over such a trivial matter, "It\'s not like every pair of shoes you had in Chicago was red."

This was one of those moments where you know you should shut up, but your mouth uncontrollably triggers by itself.

"Because I don\'t serve Chicago alone, my brand belongs to the world," Jordan stated arrogantly.

"Is that so? I\'m not sure the world\'s people would like these mustard-colored shoes of yours," Yu Fei said sarcastically, "I sure don\'t, they\'re ugly."

"Mustard color looks great, you idiot!" Jordan was indeed getting angry.

Then Tyrone Nesby, who hadn\'t realized that it was dangerous to inadvertently walk into a verbal spar between the team\'s two highest-ranking individuals, looked at the mustard-colored Jordans on Jordan\'s feet and asked, "Are they size 13?"

Jordan glanced at him, "Actually, it\'s 13 and a half."

Nesby said with a smile, "They\'re mustard-colored, right? I remember you wearing them in Detroit, I like them."

Oh no, there\'s a brown-noser!

Yu Fei internally mimicked Stephen A. Smith\'s tone, maliciously lambasting Jordan\'s shoes with a wave of AOE damage in his mind: Anyone who likes these shoes is sick, they are truly damn ugly!

However, Yu Fei forgot one thing, Jordan was still Jordan, how about a brown-noser? He had his own ways to make the brown-noser feel as bad as eating crap.

"You like them?" asked Jordan.

"Yes."

"You mean you are going to buy mustard-colored shoes, T-Nez?"

From Jordan\'s demeanor and tone, Nesby could already feel that he might have interjected at the wrong moment.

"You were talking about shoes... I just wanted to tell you I like your shoes..."

At this point, Nesby\'s level of subservience had surpassed Song Qingshu in The Heaven-sword and Dragon Sabre, making him the most \'go die\' bootlicker in Yu Fei\'s eyes.

"Mustard color is for starters," Jordan said sarcastically "You should change yours."

"I mean..."

Jordan didn\'t give him any chance to explain: "Buy a pair for benchwarmers."

Jordan had a knack for ridiculing others, and many on the plane laughed; Nesby tried to fight back, but his tongue was tied.

He was sober.

In the Wizards, the only person who dared to confront Jordan was Yu Fei. Yu Fei had the skill and the talent; he could spar with Jordan and come out unscathed, but as an undrafted player struggling in the league, offending a big shot like Jordan would be cutting off his own path.