This day's training is over.

Wang Zelin returned home and was about to have sex with Jenna in the bathroom when he suddenly received a call from China.

On the other end of the phone was Dayao, whom I hadn't seen for a long time.

"Zelin, how are your preparations for the playoffs going?"

As soon as I connected the phone, Dayao's deep and rich voice immediately caught my eye.

"Haha, just average, third in the world! You also know that our opponent in the first round is the Mavericks. Nowitzki is already an old driver, so there is nothing to worry about."

"It's good to be confident, but it's better to be cautious. That guy isn't that easy to deal with."

Hearing this, Yao smiled. Although he knew that the Mavericks could not be the opponent of the Trail Blazers, he still did not forget to remind him in the end.

"I know. By the way, what's the matter with this call?"

"Well, it's about running for the chairman of the Basketball Association. It has been confirmed above that the ninth session of the Basketball Association will be held on August 15th this year. By then I..."

Ten minutes later, the call between the two ended.

The call from Dayao was, firstly, to wish Wang Zelin success in the playoffs; secondly, it brought the news that he will officially take over in August this year.

Finally, I hope that Wang Zelin can come over to help calm things down in this year's Men's Basketball Asian Championships.

If he successfully ascends to the top, this year's Asian Championships will be Dayao's first small challenge on his way to the top, and he must do it well.

After several months, Wang Zelin finally received the good news, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't excited.

then……

"Cough cough cough..."

After coughing for a while, Jenna quickly wiped her mouth. Due to the beauty and beauty exercises she had just done, her face looked flushed and very cute.

Before Wang Zelin could explain, she suddenly rushed over, and the two of them had a fight in the bathroom.

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…

One night two days later.

A tall man looked at the night view of Portland through the huge window of the hotel. The city was much more beautiful than he imagined. Although it is not as good as international super cities like New York and Los Angeles, the City of Roses also has

With its own unique sense of beauty.

How wonderful it would be if the guardian of this city was not Wang Zelin, or the pioneer youth army who was extremely young but equally terrifying...

"Dirk, why haven't you slept yet?"

The tall man heard someone calling his name from behind. This familiar voice immediately put a smile on his face and turned around.

"Mark, are you still talking about me? Aren't you asleep too?"

The tall man was Dirk Nowitzki. He looked at Cuban with a smile, and Cuban also looked at him with a smile.

"Yeah, who can sleep? Tomorrow's game will definitely be very difficult!"

Coming to Nowitzki's left, Cuban looked at the busy traffic below. He put one hand on the window and looked solemn.

Nowitzki didn't know how to respond to this question.

The room fell into silence.

"Haha, okay, Dirk, don't think so much, have a good rest. No matter whether you lose or win the next game with the Trail Blazers, the future of the team still depends on you. No matter what, we will start all over again next year."

The two were silent for a long time. Cuban suddenly grinned, patted Nowitzki, then turned and left the room.

As everyone knows, the moment he gently closed the door and left the house, a tear appeared in the corner of Nowitzki's eyes.

When he once again cast his gaze out the window, his right hand was clenched into a fist. No one knew what was going on in his mind at this moment.

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…

"Whirring whirring…"

Wang Zelin breathed evenly, and the big beads of sweat hanging on the tip of his chin looked crystal clear under the sunlight.

"Hey, who told you to do it again? Weren't you very capable just now? Show off the same energy!"

He suddenly looked to the side and saw nothing. Then he turned back and looked at Jokic behind him who was also covered in sweat.

"Ahhhh..."

Jokic, who was lagging behind, suddenly shouted and used all his strength to speed up and surpass Wang Zelin and reach the finish line specified in front.

And this is already the tenth lap of Wang Zelin and Jokic's morning jog around the community where they live.

"I, I won!"

After reaching the finish line, Jokic turned back to look at Wang Zelin, put his hands on his hips, and said out of breath.

"Okay, okay, you win, you are the best, dad...ahem, I love you to death!"

Wang Zelin trotted over, took out a bottle of cold water from the steps next to him, and threw it to Jokic.

"duang!duang!duang!"

After downing half a bottle of cold water in one gulp, Jokic finally felt better.

Just when he looked up and saw that Wang Zelin had that half-smiling look on his face again, he almost got goosebumps again.

I always feel like I have seen this kind smile on someone before.

By the way, it seems to be my father.

Could it be...

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Since he entered the NBA, Wang Zelin has taken special care of himself. He not only asked his personal trainer to help him develop a scientific training and weight loss plan, but also helped him find a very cost-effective house near his residence for him to live in.

Jokic has already regarded Wang Zelin as a good big brother in his heart. They are obviously brothers.

Yes, we are brothers!

This is just an elder brother taking care of his younger brother!

"Hey, have you rested enough? It's almost time for us to go back and have breakfast."

Wang Zelin never expected that Jokic guessed correctly... No, there was so much drama in his heart. After urging him, he put the towel on his shoulders and returned home.

"Oh, here it comes!"

The next moment, Jokic's voice came from behind.

The two of them took a quick shower, then took a car and headed to their home stadium, the Rose Garden Arena.

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The Mavericks players looked out from the team bus and saw that the surrounding area was filled with Trail Blazers fans.

This group of guys were cheering wildly and holding signs to demonstrate towards the Mavericks team bus.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Of course, what shocked them even more was the fact that the surrounding fans were wearing the Blazers No. 36 jersey that terrified countless teams.

The faces of these fans were filled with confidence, as if the Trail Blazers had already won the series.

"This lineup is really shocking!"

"Man, you won't believe it, my legs are actually shaking... Oh, Shet!"

Among the young players, Dwight Powell and Bernard James were so shocked by the scene outside the bus that they were trembling even as they spoke.

"Isn't this a good thing? It shows that we are popular!"

"Hahaha, kids, watch out, how will I deal with the Blazers tonight?"

In contrast, whether it is Dragic, who the Mavericks struggled to get after constantly dealing with the Heat during the All-Star period, or Stoudemire and Aminu, they have already seen all kinds of playoffs.

Battle formation.

Although the Trail Blazers are the defending champions who have just made history, this is not enough to make them completely lose the courage to punch the strong.

After getting off the bus, it took a lot of effort for the Mavericks players to squeeze into the tunnel. In addition to the home fans, countless reporters also launched a series of attacks on them.

However, even in the player tunnel, the Mavericks generals found that their ears were not quiet at all.

It wasn't until they entered the visiting team's locker room and closed the door to the locker room with excellent sound insulation that the noisy sounds outside finally disappeared.

"Guys, we are on the battlefield. We will fight here in the next two games!"

Mavericks coach Rick Carlisle knocked on the tactical whiteboard, and the entire Mavericks team quickly entered a fighting state.

As a veteran team in the Western Conference, they are worth learning from most teams in the league, whether it is about the establishment of team culture or the training of player tactics.

After that, the pre-match warm-up of both sides naturally turned into an interview feast for reporters. Reporters from various countries and channels stepped into the Rose Garden Arena to take as many exciting scenes as possible without disturbing the players' warm-up.

Opportunity to conduct interviews with star players.

But what no one expected was that the first person to attract everyone's attention was not the players, but Mavericks owner Cuban.
To be continued...