After practicing the tactics, it was already twelve o'clock at noon. Although the disbandment time was a little later than before, the Rockets were not dissatisfied. The tactics just practiced made them feel very comfortable and smooth. Although the design was literary
Hao's singles tactics, but after attracting double-teams, he will always pass the ball to the best position as soon as possible, and the person who receives the ball will definitely have a high hit rate as long as he takes action.
According to everyone in the Rockets, playing in this tactic is much more comfortable than playing in the tactic designed for Harden.
After Harden gets the ball in singles tactics, he will just break through blindly, or hold the ball until the last four or five seconds before passing the ball out, which makes it difficult for anyone to handle it.
But Harden is the boss of the team, and no one dares to say anything. Even the coach can only let him go sometimes, so he can only follow his surname.
In Wen Hao's tactics, everyone has enough room to play. Although Wen Hao is the core, the ball moves smoothly under Wen Hao's excellent passing vision, and everyone can maximize their strength.
That's why the players feel comfortable.
Every time Howard received a pass from Wen Hao and dunked into the basket, he always smacked his lips, made a delicious look, and shouted to Wen Hao: "One more!"
Only Harden was obviously a little disappointed. He didn't speak much, looked gloomy, and walked out of Toyota Center in silence.
Dayao was keenly aware of Harden's loss and glanced at Wen Hao with some worry. But he had no choice at this time. If Wen Hao wanted to become better and become a superstar, these are what Wen Hao wanted.
Facing it, all he could do was remind Wen Hao, just in case. But there was one more important thing at the moment.
Dayao turned his head and said to Wen Hao, who was wrapping his down jacket tightly: "Wen Hao, at eight o'clock tonight, the bald commentator wants to treat you to dinner at the Owl Restaurant."
"Oh." Wen Hao didn't care about this. To be honest, he didn't like the bald commentator who kept belittling himself during the game. If Dayao hadn't persuaded him, he would never lie down with the bald commentator.
On the same dining table.
Seeing Wen Hao's uninterested look, Dayao smiled and shook his head and said, "Believe me, Wen Hao, this meal is definitely something that many stars would like to eat, especially... for Chinese players."
"Huh?" Wen Hao was moved by Dayao's last words. He seemed to have thought about it for a moment, and turned to Dayao and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely go."
…
At eight o'clock in the evening, Wen Hao walked towards the street where the Owl Restaurant is located amidst the snowflakes flying in the sky, accompanied by a "squeaking" sound every step of the way.
It's almost Christmas, and the decorations on both sides of the street are mainly red and white. Countless colored lights make the whole street brightly lit. A huge Santa Claus stands in the middle of the street, and a circle of colored lights makes him extra dazzling. No need to go to school.
The children were playing and playing around Santa Claus and the Christmas tree. They balled up the snow with their little hands, which were red from the cold, and fired them at passers-by.
Wen Hao was unfortunately shot. He turned around and made a face at the children. The children ran away laughing. After a moment, more snowballs flew towards him. Wen Hao couldn't avoid it and was hit by the bullet.
After a few bullets, a child-like smile melted onto his face.
He has not tried such simple happiness for a long time. Since leaving China, he has experienced bitterness in the past two years. During the long period of depression, his character has become taciturn. But that is compared to Chengren.
For example, if he meets a child, he can occasionally show the childlike side of his personality.
At this time, from the Owl Restaurant not far away, a waitress in Christmas clothes walked over, came straight to Wen Hao, smiled like a child and said: "I didn't expect that you can also make faces?
"
When Wen Hao saw Elena, he smiled awkwardly and said: "Seeing the children happy, so..."
Seeing the embarrassment on the usually silent Wen Hao's face, Elena smiled happily again and said, "Christmas is coming soon, and you will have a Christmas game with the Lakers on Christmas night, so I'll treat you to dinner in advance to celebrate."
"Ah?" Wen Hao was a little surprised. He and Elena had only met twice, and they were not very familiar with each other. If Elena treated him to dinner for the first time, it was a way to thank him for saving her, then this time
What's the explanation?
"Stop, let's go." Elena said, coming over and holding Wen Hao's hand towards the Owl Restaurant.
Wen Hao hurriedly explained: "Well...I'm sorry, I have an appointment tonight."
Elena stopped and turned around, her face obviously disappointed. She said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "She's a beautiful girl, right?"
"No, it's a man, and he's bald." Wen Hao also became silent for a moment.
Elena seemed slightly relieved and let go of Wen Hao's hand, still pouting with some disappointment: "Okay, next time. I won't say anything. There are many customers in the store, so I have to go and be busy."
Then he turned around and walked into the restaurant.
Wen Hao watched Elena's graceful figure in red and white Christmas clothes walking away in the snow, and murmured to himself: "This girl is quite beautiful."
At this time, Dayao's voice sounded from behind: "You have a girlfriend? Congratulations!"
"No, no, no, not my girlfriend," Wen Hao hurriedly explained, "It's just that I saved her once and she wanted to thank me for inviting me to dinner."
"Oh," Dayao looked like he suddenly understood, and then said with a wicked smile, "Heroes save beauties. Since ancient times, beauties have loved heroes. It seems..."
Seeing that the description was getting darker and darker, Wen Hao stopped saying his last name and changed the topic and asked: "Where is the bald commentator? He hasn't come yet?"
"It's probably almost here. Although this guy doesn't talk about virtue, he is always very punctual." Dayao said as he and Wen Hao walked towards the Owl Restaurant.
The two entered the restaurant. Although the waiters and guests looked a little surprised, they did not come forward to disturb the two. Americans are not as flocking to celebrities as Chinese fans are. Even if they like a star, they will not disturb others casually.
life.
Elena happily led Wen Hao and Dayao to a seat by the window and sat down. The two ordered two cups of hot coffee and chatted while drinking.
Wen Hao asked: "You said that many players want to eat this meal tonight, especially Chinese players. Why is this?"
Dayao took a sip of coffee, nodded and said, "We'll find out later."
Wen Hao shook his head helplessly. Although he was a little confused, Dayao didn't say anything and he didn't force him, just wait.
A moment later, through the glass window, Wen Hao saw two people walking slowly in the distance. One of them was the bald commentator. His head was illuminated by the colorful lights on both sides of the street. And the other person, Wen Hao seemed to have seen before.
, but I can’t remember who it is. In short, he should be a very important person.
