"What are you doing here again?"
Chen Yu looked at Jordan, who had just sat down beside him.
Jordan pouted, his tone aggressive. "I'll come if I want to. None of your business."
Chen Yu turned and pointed to his own eyes. "What are these?"
Jordan frowned, not understanding.
"The whites of my eyes," Chen Yu said, rolling them at Jordan.
'This guy has such a bad temper.'
Chen Yu had invited him to watch a game at the US Airways Center before, but the old guy didn't come.
Now, just as he was about to leave, Jordan had shown up on his own.
Jordan shook his head, speechless. He then gestured toward Olajuwon on the court with his chin and asked, "You're not going to do anything about that? It's so embarrassing."
Chen Yu retorted, "It's not embarrassing you. He likes it, so why should you care? By the way, don't worry. Your Wizards will be practicing it too."
"What do you mean?" Jordan was so startled his eyebrows nearly flew off his face.
