At nine o'clock in the morning, when other Rockets players arrived at the training facility, Wen Hao, No. 11 and Jeremy Lin were already sweating profusely.
Wen Hao's shooting percentage today seems to be higher than in the past. He can hit at least six or seven out of ten shots without being defended. But he knows that once he goes on the court, his shooting percentage will plummet again. He also understands,
This is a psychological problem, a lack of self-confidence. Just like Howard's free throw shooting, he has a shooting rate of more than 80% in training, but it won't help once he gets on the court. This problem needs to be solved, but it cannot be solved in a day or two.
Yes, you must continue to make shots on the court, make shots and make shots again, and continue to accumulate self-confidence, so that your shooting rate can continue to improve.
It's a pity that Wen Hao's position in the Rockets is not very indispensable now. There is no such thing as "unlimited firing rights". Every time he misses a shot, McHale's trust in him will decrease by one point. Therefore, it is still
Not the time.
After a while, the Rockets players came to the training hall one after another.
The Rockets players seemed to be in a good mood and greeted Wen Hao one after another. Last night, Wen Hao hit a key goal to kill the Jazz. The Rockets not only won a valuable victory, but also surpassed the Lakers and rose to the top of the rankings.
Third in the West.
When Sparks met, he was like a child. He smiled brightly, threw a ball to Wen Hao, and said, "Let's do an alley-oop." After saying that, he ran to the basket, received Wen Hao's pass, and then smashed into the basket.
The basket fell to the ground and shouted "cool"!
Parsons also came over, smiled and said to Wen Hao: "Big heart, you have stolen my limelight. But as long as you can win, you can take it. I don't care, I am more open-minded."
Sparks' childishness and Parsons' boastfulness made everyone on the Rockets laugh.
At this time, Brooks slowly walked in with a newspaper, opened it, and faced the Rockets.
When everyone looked around, they saw that this was the "Houston Chronicle", which used almost an entire page and only included three photos. The biggest one at the top was naturally the scene of Wen Hao raising his arms and shouting after making the winning shot.
"Cool!" Sparks whistled.
Below that photo, there are two photos side by side. One is Rockets head coach McHale raising his arms after Wen Hao scored; the other is Jazz head coach Corbin, who also raised his arms.
But the expression on his face was one of shock. He originally thought that Harden missed the shot and the Jazz won the game, so he cheered, but the next moment he was shot by Wen Hao, and before he could lower his raised arms, the expression on his face
But it's completely unbelievable.
These three photos are also accompanied by design dialogue.
McHale's dialogue was: Win! Win!
Corbyn's dialogue was: How is it possible? How is it possible?
Next to Wen Hao, it was written in huge font: I can challenge Paul, why can't I kill him?
When everyone in the Rockets saw these photos, they all jokingly joked with Wen Hao. Only Harden was silently practicing shooting next to him without saying a word. When No. 11 saw this, he knew in his heart,
The Rockets' problems are getting more and more serious. But he just knows that with his current position in the Rockets, even if he knows, there is nothing he can do to solve it.
Just as everyone was about to start training, a team publicist walked in outside the training hall. McHale frowned and approached him: "What do you want from me?" He didn't want the Rockets' training to be interrupted.
The publicist smiled apologetically at McHale and said, "I'm sorry, I'm not looking for you, I'm looking for him."
Then he came to Wen Hao and said: "Go take a shower and change clothes quickly, there is someone who wants to see you."
"Oh." Wen Hao responded, ignoring McHale's face, and followed the publicist and walked out of the training hall. He was not surprised that someone wanted to see him. Last night, he beat the Jazz with a goal and almost used a ball.
To describe it as becoming famous. Under such circumstances, there must be many people who want to see me.
He was just a little curious as to who wanted to see him. But the publicist didn't tell him, and he didn't ask.
Following the public relations officer, we left the training hall, where a brand new Lincoln had been waiting for a long time.
"He seems to be a rich man." Wen Hao said to himself, and got into the car with the publicist. The vehicle started slowly and drove forward along the road. At first, there were some ordinary vehicles on the street, but gradually
As the journey gets further and further, more and more luxury cars pass by. Ferrari, Porsche, Lamborghini, Rolls-Royce... all kinds of luxury cars pass by on both sides, which is a feast for the eyes.
Wen Hao's understanding of cars could only recognize the logo at best. His eyes followed a Bugatti Veyron that was speeding by and asked the publicist next to him: "Are you going to the auto show?"
"Hahahaha..." The publicist next to him was amused, "You are so funny. Haven't you ever heard of Beverly Hills?"
"Beverly Hills?"
Wen Hao thought for a moment and said: "It is known as the most expensive residential area in the world. Many Hollywood movie stars and NBA stars have bought houses here." At this point, Wen Hao was filled with doubts about the mysterious figure who wanted to see him.
I am even more curious about what kind of person he is who can live in such a high-end residential area.
The publicist smiled and nodded and said, "Yes, look outside, that's the famous Sunset Avenue. Do you see the villa on the left? It was once Michael Jackson's residence, Neverland."
Wen Hao looked in the direction of the PR finger and saw only a red brick wall and a black iron door with a golden relief of Peter Pan. Above the door, there was a golden English word - Neverland.
"It covers an area of 2,600 acres. It has an amusement park, a golf course, two train tracks, a go-kart park... everything you need. It's a pity that the building is now empty." The publicist's voice sounded regretful.
"Oh." Wen Hao responded and passed by the door of Neverland. From a distance, he could only see the tall Ferris wheel standing alone inside.
After driving for about ten minutes, the car stopped at the door of a mansion. The electric iron door slowly moved away, and the car continued to drive. After driving forward for five minutes, it circled half a circle along a huge lake, and finally stopped at a villa.
forward.
Wen Hao got out of the car and looked at this huge villa. His mouth was half open in shock and he couldn't close it for a long time. When he passed by Neverland just now, he just glanced outside and didn't feel that shocked. But now this villa,
Wen Hao was really shocked. This is not a villa, it is just a building complex. The huge house has white walls and red tiles, which looks neat but elegant. Standing in front of such a villa, one can only feel two words
——Small.e."
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