Basketball Legends: Strikers Are King

After another back-to-back game, everyone on the Pacers had to catch a flight to the away game on the night of the game. Their opponent on Monday was the Celtics, whom they had played against before.

It happened to be Sunday, and head coach Vogel had the rare opportunity to end the training early for the players, giving them half an afternoon and one night of rest.

Because NBA players are celebrities, their travels tend to attract too much attention. Therefore, the league has strict regulations on time outside of games and does not allow players to do things that can easily affect the image of the league.

This has also resulted in NBA players having only a few types of entertainment activities left, so during their breaks, they mostly choose to have a meal together, go sightseeing or dance in a disco.

George, Stephenson, Hibbert and others yawned and prepared to go back to the room to catch up on their sleep before traveling at night.

Nocturnal animals naturally know that the atmosphere in nightclubs reaches its peak only late at night. In the afternoon, the doors may not even be open.

Seeing that everyone had gone somewhere, Granger invited the remaining people, Hill, West and Qi Tian, ​​to have a dinner together to exchange feelings.

"No, I heard from my agent that there is a charity event nearby and I plan to go check it out."

West, who was keen on philanthropy, was indifferent to thanking him. Qi Tian's eyes lit up and he planned to follow him over to have a look.

"I have nothing to do, so why not go do some activities?"

Granger put on her jumper and followed West out.

Thinking that there were only a few people left, he and Hill decided to act together with West.

In fact, the league also requires players to perform charity activities in surrounding communities during the off-season, and even stipulates a baseline duration for charity activities.

"That's okay."

Naturally, West didn't mind the crowd, so he looked at Qi Tian and called his agent.

"David, come and meet us at the door of the training hall."

He hung up the phone and Hill asked with interest:

"Are you going to some neighborhood to play with the kids?"

"I quite like children, but time is a bit tight, so we have to talk faster."

The simplest charity activity is to hold a small basketball training camp. Hill thought it would be similar today.

Looking at Hill who was calculating, Qi Tian and West looked at each other and laughed evilly.

Granger, who was standing next to him, saw it and realized something in his heart, but did not remind Hill.

West's agent, Anderson David, drove the four of them toward the suburbs of Boston for half an hour.

"We're here, come down."

West got out of the car first and called the others down.

"Ah? Here, this is..."

Hill, who had just gotten out of the car, looked at the place that was completely different from what he had imagined, feeling a little dazed.

Their destination was not the activity center that Hill thought it was, but a row of small houses, bungalows, very dilapidated bungalows. Although neat, the bungalows still looked messy if there were too many things.

"Did you go the wrong way?"

Listening to Hill's innocent question, and looking at Granger who was also a little stiff, Qi Tian explained to them:

"The charity activities David mentioned are not basketball-related charity activities. You are mistaken..."

West said hello to the person in charge who came out in a familiar manner, took five aprons, turned to Granger and others and said:

"This is a relief point that distributes free food to homeless people..."

"hiss!"

Hill took a breath. He was born in Indiana. His family's conditions were not good, but not bad either. He had been a rising star in the school since he entered high school. He had never done anything like this.

Danny Granger is a famous African-American singer and the nephew of the famous gospel singer Mahalia Jackson. His family conditions are better, but he found it very interesting and happily took the apron handed over by West.

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"Actually, it's not bad to distribute food to them..."

Granger was just about to comfort Hill when he heard the person in charge:

"We have to hurry up. There are a lot of plates after the food is distributed, so we have to clean them up quickly."

Listening to West's words, Granger also had question marks on his head.

"We don't even have a chance to go to the front to hand out food?"

Hill wiped the dishes with the sponge in his hand angrily.

"I thought I could take a photo."

"Haha, isn't this equality?"

Qi Tian responded with some words that were out of bounds.

West glanced at Qi Tian, ​​and he realized that this little guy was good at everything, but he was not forgiving. In time, he would definitely become a master of trash talk.

"By the way, Qi, are you Asian?"

Granger suddenly asked Qi Tiandao curiously.

Granger and West are both black. Hill is a bit special. He is a pure-bred Indian. But to Granger, he is relatively familiar. On the contrary, it is Qi Tian who has an obviously Asian face, which makes Granger

Very curious.

"yes."

Qi Tian replied,

"My parents came to this beautiful country decades ago and finally got their green cards. I was born soon after."

"Are you interested in returning to China?"

West asked curiously.

"Of course,"

Qi Tian has entered the NBA and is able to support himself. He is planning to go back to his hometown with his parents this summer to take a look.

"Do you want to come together?"

Granger and Hill thought for a while, fearing that they might have other arrangements in the summer, so they declined.

On the contrary, it was West who said enthusiastically:

"I'm very interested and want to see the ideologies of developing countries."

"Ideology...form..."

All three people were shocked by West's words.

"What is ideology?"

Hill is obviously unfamiliar with this word.

Taking care of the few people with poor ideological level, West could only change it into simpler words:

"Things, mental state, living conditions, interpersonal relationships, etc."

"That's what you eat."

Qi Tian misinterpreted his words,

"I also want to go back and try some local cuisine. I heard from my dad that his favorite is egg yolk. I must try it when I go back."

The topic finally changed to a lighter direction, and Granger and Hill became active.

"I'm already hungry. How about eating food from Chinatown tonight?"

Granger made the suggestion.

“Boston also has a Chinatown?”

Thinking of such an exclusive atmosphere in Boston, Qi Tian was a little curious.

The well-informed West immediately responded in the affirmative:

"Not only that, Boston's Chinatown has a history of more than 130 years and ranks among the top three in the United States. They were all Chinese who were employed there. Many of the laborers who later built the Central Pacific Railway also settled here."

"real?"

Granger didn't expect that West, who usually just read a book when he had nothing to do, knew so much, so he quickly encouraged him to talk about it.

"Oh well."

West carefully recalled the contents of the book he had read before.

"The alley where the earliest Chinese immigrants lived is called..."

"We need two people to hand out food!"

The voice of the person in charge had just come over, and just as Qi Tian was about to raise his hand, he saw Hill next to him throwing off his gloves and rushing over.

"I'll go too!"

Granger also abandoned West and ran out.