"Why did you come to me? Erwin and I probably haven't decided whether to contact you yet, or we probably don't know each other." After waking up from the initial shock of meeting the young man for the first time, Scott Weidman gestured to his
Assistant Hera cleaned up the office and then asked the young man in front of her.
"Yes, but today I received a phone call asking me to accept the answer. I mean my application to be the assistant coach of the basketball team. A woman notified me to come over three hours ago." The name is Blake Dolan.
The young man said calmly.
"Hera!" Scott Weidman looked at his assistant: "Is there such an application? You didn't tell me!"
Hera raised her head, put away the stack of documents she had sorted, and said, "You ran out before you opened the document and didn't have time to read it."
"OK! It was Erwin. Erwin was suddenly hospitalized at that time, so I left." Scott Weidman said the reason.
"Do you know Coach Erwin Turner?" Scott Weidman motioned for Blake Dolan to come in and sit on the sofa to chat.
"Yes, we met when we were playing in the college basketball gym." Blake Dolan said while sitting on the sofa, looking straight at Scott Weidman across from him.
"Are you a student of this school? Boy, you look as mature as me, don't tell me the word yes." Scott Weidman joked lamely.
"I am a graduate student in psychology at Princeton University. I was a psychology major at West Point Military Academy before I served in the military. I chose to come here after I was injured and retired this year," Blake Dolan said.
"Very good, you like playing basketball? I mean, how did you come up with the idea of applying for the position of assistant coach of the team, or how did you impress Erwin Turner? Old Turner is not an easy guy to deal with." Scott.
Widman said.
"Because me and a few of my classmates beat the bench players on the basketball team," Blake Dolan said.
"Really? Kid! You are good at basketball!" Scott Weidman smiled, but it was a little fake. He knew the strength of the substitutes on the basketball team.
"I didn't play. I sat on the sidelines and directed the game. Coach Erwin Turner sat on the bench opposite." Blake Dolan said calmly.
Scott Weidman was stunned for a moment, then picked up Blake Dolan's application on the table, signed his name, and said to the young man opposite: "Now, you are the assistant basketball coach of the Princeton Tigers!"
"Thank you, Mr. Weidman. I will show up at the basketball gym on time tomorrow. Goodbye." Blake Dolan stood up and walked towards the door.
Scott Weidman hurriedly pulled the young man's shirt. The shirt was pulled, revealing a tattoo on Blake Dolan's left arm, a fierce tiger head on the shield-shaped badge!
"Oh! gad! What is that?"
Blake Dolan straightened his shirt and looked at Scott Weidman: "The logo of the unit where I served before. Sir, what can I do?"
Scott Weidman looked at the young man in front of him and said: "I don't think you need to report to the basketball stadium tomorrow, because Coach Turner just suffered a heart attack and went to the hospital."
"What do you want to say, sir?" Blake Dolan asked, staring into Scott Weidman's eyes.
"Today, there is a game waiting for us. You have to sit in the position of the head coach and direct this game on behalf of Coach Turner." Scott Weidman said.
The entire office suddenly became quiet, except for the occasional sound of Hera packing up her things. After a few dozen seconds, Black Dolan looked away from Scott Widman's eyes and said:
"no problem."
After saying that, he sat back on the sofa, and Scott Weidman hurriedly said to Hera: "Hera, dear, please have two cups of coffee! Also, bring the basketball team's information."….
Hera moved very quickly. Two cups of steaming coffee and a piece of information about the Princeton Tigers were placed in front of the two of them. Blake Dolan politely said thank you to Hera and did not go to get the copy.
The information on the coffee table, but said to Scott Weidman next to him:
"Sir, how much time is left until the first NCAA basketball game I coach?"
Seeing Black Dolan's calm look, Scott Widman's previously irritable mood calmed down slightly. He raised his head and looked through the window at the bell tower of Princeton Cathedral in the distance and said:
"four hours!"
Black Dolan picked up the still hot coffee, took a sip, and said:
"good."
"Listen, Blake, something like Coach Turner's hospitalization happened temporarily. The school and I can understand the current plight of the team. Therefore, you only need to arrange your tactics reasonably and be within the rules. No one will put pressure on you. Four
For an hour, it is a joke to ask you to command a group of guys you have never seen before, but we must admit that it happened..."
Scott Weidman tried to comfort Blake Dolan, who he thought was frightened by the word four hours.
Blake Dolan glanced at him and said, "Mr. Widman, can I make a temporary decision on my assistant coach?"
"What?" Scott Weidman said uncertainly.
"I mean I need an assistant coach," Blake Dolan said.
"Hey! Blake, there is no assistant coach! This is just an insignificant game! You just need to sit in the coaching bench! Maybe the old Turner will be discharged from the hospital next game, and you can return to the more familiar position of assistant coach
!" Scott Weidman said: "If I had another assistant coach, I wouldn't treat the office like it was attacked by Kryptonians!"
"I have a guy that I want to be my interim assistant coach," Blake Dolan said.
As he spoke, he picked up the information and said: "I believe that with him, I will not need these information."
"Who is he?" Scott Weidman was stunned for a moment and asked.
…
"Hi! Blake! What are you doing here? Do you want to come and see my experiment? I just circled the earth with a signal, and then returned and turned on the lamp!"
Scott Weidman and Blake Dolan stood at the door. In the room, a thin white young man sat on a chair, staring at a glowing lamp on the table.
"Who is he?" The white young man looked up at Scott Weidman and said to Blake Dolan.
"Scott Weidman, director of athletic affairs." Blake Dolan said, "Sheldon, I need your help."
Scott Weidman asked Blake Dolan in a low voice: "Blake, are you sure this guy can help you? He looks no different from those otakus in California. He just plays computer games all day long."
The young man named Sheldon had very good ears and heard what Scott Weidman said. He stood up unhappily, walked up to the two of them, and said to Scott Wedman: "I tell you, don't talk to me and
Trying to hide your voice in front of Blake, do you know our nickname when we served in the Special Operations Battalion of the 2nd Combat Brigade of the 101st Airborne Division? Blake's nickname is Tiger Teeth, sharp teeth that can tear everything apart!"
Scott Weidman was startled by the aura of the white young man Sheldon, and said: "Your name is Tiger Ear?"
"No, my name is the sleeping groundhog." The next second, the white young man said in frustration.
