Meeting Ewing by chance and getting guidance from Starks soon made Yang Zhenxing very excited. In addition, Yang Zhenxing's outstanding performance in today's training was well received. He was so happy that he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, thinking that he would see Starks tomorrow.
Chris, and there will be a team training match tomorrow, so I have to perform well.
The next day, the Chicago rookie training camp started as scheduled. Yang Zhenxing came to the arena early to do warm-up training. Everyone knew that the importance of today's training was absolutely extraordinary. This was not a drill, this was a real battle.
"Hi, Yang, you're here so early." Anthony Davis came over to say hello to Yang Zhenxing. Michael Gilgillist, Marquis Teague, and Terrence Jones, all Kentucky teammates, also came over.
"Oh, you're all here, it's early"
"How are you preparing?" Teague asked Yang Zhenxing
Xingxing said: "There should be no problem. I hope you don't get cold feet today and just perform normally."
"That's good," Anthony Davis said
"Hey, Anthony, why didn't your master Ewing come today?" Yang Zhenxing looked around and didn't see that tall figure.
"Didn't I tell you, my master is a big slacker?"
"Oh, hehe, yes, I forgot"
"He, he will never come before the hour."
The arena in Chicago is more lively today than yesterday. Everyone knows that today's actual game can better reflect a player's ability than yesterday's basic training.
"Hi, dear," a voice came to Yang Zhenxing, but it changed to "Yang" halfway through the sentence.
Yang Zhenxing turned around and saw that it was the beautiful reporter Priya.
"Let me introduce to you. I think you all know her already. This is my friend Priya, a reporter from the Washington Basketball News." Yang Zhenxing introduced the author to everyone.
"We all know each other, haha" Marquistigue said
Yang Zhenxing introduced his teammates to Priya again, "This is"
"No introduction is needed" Priya interrupted Yang Zhenxing, "I am a reporter, I already know these people."
Yang Zhenxing smiled naively
"I won't disturb you anymore. You talk about your business, you warm up, and I'll go do my own work," Priya said to everyone.
"Okay, you go and get busy," Xingxing said
"Don't let me down later"
"Don't worry, it'll be no problem." Yang Zhenxing paid special attention to the fact that the two photographers following Priya had changed.
"Okay, Yang, we've even hooked up with our signature beautiful reporter in Washington." It was an unfamiliar voice. It turned out to be Terrence Ross, the sharpshooter of the University of Washington. Not only had they played in a game, but they also played together yesterday
During the mid-range shooting training, Yang Zhenxing even lost to him by one goal. Of course they knew each other.
"Where is it?" Yang Zhenxing said modestly, "Just ordinary friends."
"Besides, it's cheap and good. Your glorious deeds are not only known to you people in Lexington, but also to the whole of Washington."
Yang Zhenxing's heart trembled, "What do you know?"
Yang Zhenxing looked back at several of his Kentucky teammates. They spread their hands and pursed their lips, indicating that they didn't know anything.
"Hehehe, I'm trying to scare you so much. I'm just joking with you. I think you're timid, so I forgive you for not daring to do it."
Yang Zhenxing breathed a sigh of relief: "Haha, I'm a coward, I didn't do anything." He was still thinking, this bastard Terrence Ross scared me.
"Yang, come on, you are good. Last time I was almost killed by you alone." Ross came up and whispered into Yang Zhenxing's ear.
"Thank you, you are still awesome, I will try my best." Yang Zhenxing acted very modestly
"Are you done, two sharpshooters, let's start the warm-up and the game will start in a while. Don't be out of shape by then."
Yang Zhenxing turned back to Rose and said, "See you on the court."
"Hey Yang, do you see who I brought?"
It's Ewing, followed by someone Yang Zhenxing doesn't know very well.
When Anthony saw Ewing coming, he said to him: "Master, why did you just come? It started right away, you know?"
"Oh, my apprentice, I went to the airport to pick someone up today. Look, let me introduce you. This is my teammate back then, John Starks."
Yang Zhenxing saw that this was Starks. Although Starks had been an All-Star, it was already the 1990s. Yang Zhenxing had only heard of him, but was not too familiar with him.
"Hello, I have long admired your name. I am Yang Zhenxing. Please give me your advice." Yang Zhenxing stretched out his hand to Starks, and Starks shook hands with Xingxing enthusiastically.
"Hello, I have heard about you a long time ago. You have great potential. I am willing to guide you. I hope you can succeed."
"Thank you. If the senior can give guidance to the junior, I will be extremely grateful."
"You are so polite, I am worried about not being able to find a good player!"
"While you two are chatting, I'll go check on Anthony," Ewing said.
"No one is paying attention to you, go ahead" Starks said to him
"Well, John, once you find an apprentice, you won't recognize me as your old teammate."
"Where is it? Hurry up and watch them train so we can communicate."
Ewing walked to the court and watched Anthony and the others warm up for training. He also went to instruct these people from time to time. When Ewing came, he must be very popular with these rookies. Everyone came up to communicate with Ewing, hoping to
get some pointers
And Yang Zhenxing was chatting with his first personal coach in the NBA below the court, Starks, the Knicks' sharpshooter at that time. Yang Zhenxing had heard that Starks had a very hot temper on the court.
People, I didn’t expect that they are really kind and amiable in real life.
Because Starks faced the same bleak draft prospects as Yang Zhenxing at the time. Starks was not even selected by the team in the draft. Now facing Yang Zhenxing who has a similar style and even a similar draft prospect, Starks
Si liked him very much. From the bottom of his heart, he did not want such a talent to be buried in the draft. He saw his own shadow back then. At that time, he was still suffering from no one to guide him. Now Yang Zhenxing is luckier than he was then.
too much
Starks looked at Yang Zhenxing affectionately and remained silent for a long time, with a tear gathering in the corner of his eye. Yang Zhenxing felt a little uncomfortable: "What's wrong, teacher?"
"So similar, you really look so much like me back then, so similar, really" Starks
Yang Zhenxing was still muttering in his mind, "What does it look like? I'm so handsome. How dare you say you look like me when you look like that?"
