They don't just want twenty consecutive victories, they also want thirty-three consecutive victories

Jordan instantly understood Li Fei's intention.

Li Fei had deliberately left the final speaking slot for him.

It was not a power grab, nor was it a sign that Li Fei doubted his standing.

It was specifically to give him an out, to show him respect.

To let him retain the dignity and voice of an established superstar in front of the entire team.

So he would not be completely sidelined, nor fully reduced to the team's second option.

Jordan's heart warmed, and there was a little more gratitude in the way he looked at Li Fei.

Such consideration for a teammate's feelings and respect for veteran players' pride was exceedingly rare.

At the same time, pregame speeches, steadying morale, and rallying teammates—

Those were things he had excelled at and done for over a decade.

He knew them better than anyone and handled them with ease.

Jordan slowly rose to his feet and adjusted his black training jacket.

His formerly gentle gaze instantly turned razor-sharp.

The natural pressure belonging to the God of Basketball immediately blanketed the room.

Without any unnecessary preamble, Jordan spoke, his voice low but immensely penetrating.

"I only want to say one thing."

"I once chased winning streaks and historical records with the Chicago Bulls."

"I know very well that the farther a winning streak goes, the greater the psychological pressure becomes compared to physical pressure."

"You'll be praised by public opinion across the United States. The media will put you on a pedestal."

"Many teams have fallen because of the hype surrounding them and the restlessness in their own hearts."

"So I have only one demand."

"Ignore every voice from the outside. Ignore the headlines. Ignore the fans' praise."

"Step onto the court, defend, attack, and win every game."

"Don't let historical records carry