Wen Hao sat on the ground, panting. He was exhausted and almost went into shock. Half an hour ago, No. 11 had finished training and left the training hall, leaving him alone. At this time, he was heavy
Breathing echoed in the empty training hall, making the training hall seem even more empty.
"It's finally over..." Wen Hao gasped and said. He lay down on the ground, stretched out his limbs, and closed his eyes. He was so tired that he couldn't even breathe.
At this time, a current flowed through his mind, making his tired and somewhat delirious mind instantly clear. A piece of information poured into his mind at this moment: the training task was completed, physical fitness increased by 1 point, and the overall ability to reach
21 o'clock.
Wen Hao opened his eyes and looked at his whole body covered with sweat. A smile bloomed on his face. As long as he completes his training tasks every day, one day his physical fitness will reach 100, just like James.
Beast physique. When the time comes, you will no longer be afraid of collisions like Black's tonight.
When Wen Hao was lying in the training hall, in a rented house in Houston, the fingers of an intern reporter were flying on the keyboard. He wanted to write a report about Duan Ran.
In the article, he analyzed Wen Hao's passes and attacks in detail: The Chinese played 7 minutes, touched the ball ten times, made four turnovers, but had five assists. The ratio of assists to touches was terrifying.
50%, and the timing of his assists, the strength of the pass, and the angle were all just right, allowing the receiver to catch the ball in the most comfortable posture and attack directly. It can be said that Wen Hao's passing level has reached
He is quite high. As long as he is given enough time to grow and reduce mistakes, he will definitely become a hot superstar in the league.
After writing this article, the intern looked at the computer screen with satisfaction. Among all the reporters at the time, he was the only one who paid attention to Wen Hao's performance. He believed that once his report was published, it would definitely attract attention, and the boss
You will definitely value yourself because of this, and salary increases and promotions are just around the corner...
However, ideals are beautiful, but reality is cruel. When we yearn for our ideals, our ideals are hiding in dirty bathrooms, sitting on the toilet, smoking inferior cigarettes, and humming unpleasant tunes.
The fact is that when he showed this report to the editor the next morning, the editor directly threw the piece of paper in his face: "What have you done? I wasted an interview opportunity and sent you out."
, you just got these things back? When everyone is paying attention to Harden and Howard, you are paying attention to a minor character who is not popular. Is your mind filled with shit, or is it muddled by shit?
I’m going to get out of here, and you won’t get another interview opportunity in the future!”
The intern was scolded by the editor. He never dreamed that what he thought was a unique interview and a unique report would be scolded by the editor so much.
"What are you still doing? Get out!"
The intern came back to his senses and walked out the door numbly. But after taking two steps, he turned around again, bent down to pick up the report sample, held his eyes, and exited the door.
.He was extremely depressed at this time. It seemed that he was finished, really finished. He had already seen the mocking eyes of his colleagues and his miserable life in the future.
However, he was a stubborn intern. Although the editor did not approve, he still revised the report and posted it on his blog, hoping that someone would approve it. But a whole day passed, and no one paid attention to him at all.
That article. An article by a shabby reporter about a lousy player. No one would waste time reading it.
At this time, his mood really hit rock bottom.
As for Wen Hao, he was anxiously waiting for the call in his rented house. He didn't come back to bed after training until after two o'clock last night. When he woke up today, he was full of energy and didn't feel tired at all. He knew that this was very important.
Maybe it's the point guard's heart.
But this is not enough to make him full of joy. Right now, he still doesn't know whether the Rockets will renew his contract today. Although he performed well last night, McHale doesn't seem to care much about his performance at all. Perhaps, it's him
Those few mistakes must have disappointed him.
While Wen Hao was feeling anxious, head coach McHale had a quarrel with general manager Morey in the Toyota Center office.
"You want to give him a contract? Are you crazy?" McHale was slightly excited.
Morey gave him a smile and said: "No, I am very sober. You also know that I always judge people by statistics. Last night, the Chinese played 7 minutes and got 5 assists and 3 points...
…”
"Four more turnovers." McHale interrupted Morey.
"Yes," Morey said with a smile, "there were four turnovers, but his efficiency is already very high, even 6.5 points higher than the real substitute Brewer, which cannot be ignored. So I want to sign him.
End of the season.”
McHale shook his head: "I object. His performance last night was good, but who can guarantee that he can keep it up forever? And we have no position for him anymore. The Rockets play at a fast pace, and his speed is not at all
If he can't adapt to the Rockets, even if you keep him, I won't give him a chance to play."
"At least keep him first. I think he will always have a chance to show you his abilities."
"Morey, I won't agree. I want to explain to the boss that you are no longer suitable for the job of general manager." McHale was a little angry. He always disagreed with the Chinese. In his heart, the Chinese
Except for the tall guy, no one else can play well at all. Moreover, the Chinese guy is not suitable for the Rockets' system and style of play at all. Keeping him in the team is just a burden.
Morey smiled slightly, shook his head, and said calmly: "My boss and I just talked on the phone, and the boss meant the same thing."
"..." McHale was silent. He looked at Morey and saw that Morey didn't look like he was joking. After a moment, he shook his head and sank into the sofa. "Sooner or later, the Rockets will be defeated by you.
"
"Isn't that enough for a player with a ten-day short contract?" Morey said with a smile. "Actually, I want to tell you that the boss's original words were to renew the ten-day short contract first. If after ten days, he will have to
If he performs well, it won’t be too late to let him leave at that time.”
When McHale heard this, he raised his head. After a moment, he nodded and said, "Okay, just renew for ten days." What he was thinking at this time was: I won't give him a chance to play in these ten days.
, see how he behaves? When the time is up, he will leave me obediently.
Wen Hao was praying secretly in his heart at this time, hoping that the Rockets could renew his contract. He hoped that he could play against the Hornets in the next game. He hoped that he could perform well.
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[Speaking of which, after posting this chapter, I went to watch the Rockets game at 9 o'clock this morning.]
