Basketball Legends: Strikers Are King

George, who arrived later, also heard that his youngest brother was also in love, but training started soon, so he just expressed his teasing with his eyes.

"I said,"

Qi Tian finally couldn't bear it anymore and said to George,

"Can you stop looking at me like that?"

George did not make any noise, but as soon as the two of them made eye contact, he smiled inexplicably. What did it mean?

"What look?"

George asked, pretending not to know.

Soon he "suddenly realized" and patted his head.

"You mean, this kind of look, or this kind of look, or maybe this kind of look?"

George made three mean smiles in succession for Qi Tian to choose.

"Ha ha."

Stephenson was amused and asked jokingly,

"Seven, is that the look in your eyes?"

He opened his mouth slightly and exposed the tip of his tongue. He seemed to be in high spirits and asked Qi Tiandao with blurred eyes.

"I am!"

This scene was really eye-catching. Qi Tian did not intend to continue to talk to these two pornographic men. He made an international friendly gesture towards them and continued to concentrate on training.

"Hahahahahaha."

The training ground was filled with the tacit laughter of George and Stephenson. Hibbert next to him heard it and laughed too.

Teasing introverts has always been a hobby for carefree people.

"Why are you laughing? Keep your core strength."

The assistant coach's words immediately brought Hibbert back to the cruel reality of physical training.

Hibbert tightened his lips and raised the barbell in his hand.

At the end of the training, Qi Tian took a taxi and left the gym without paying attention to the people coming from behind.

"Yo yo yo."

George saw that Qi Tian was heading in a direction that was obviously different from the apartment he rented. He looked at each other clearly and laughed passionately with Stephenson.

"Hahahahahahahahahaha, cough, haha..."

As soon as Qi Tian arrived at the hotel door, he saw Amy dragging her luggage out.

Unlike yesterday, she was wearing casual clothes today, dragging her suitcase with her left hand, and combing her messy hair with her right hand.

"Do you want to leave?"

Qi Tian walked over slowly, looked at Amy who was facing the sky, and asked.

"ah?"

Amy was obviously shocked when she saw Qi Tian,

"Why are you...well, I just checked out of the room and have a flight tonight."

"Well, then goodbye."

Qi Tian wanted to help Amy pull the suitcase, but when he saw Amy's dodge, he nodded clearly and stepped aside.

Is this 419? After all, it is still...

Driven by her embarrassment, Amy ran away to the taxi without worrying about Qi Tian.

"Bon Voyage."

Qi Tian let out a long breath, concealed his low mood, and waved towards Amy.

"When you go back, don't be too busy. Uh, I mean, if you have a choice, don't be too hard."

As soon as he said the words, he realized there was an ambiguity. He hoped that the model would be too busy. Wasn't this a curse on her?

Amy's eyes evaded, and she quickly looked in the direction of the hotel's door number, and said:

"You, you, you too, I wish you will perform better and better."

"Get in the car?"

The driver had already loaded the suitcase into the car and opened the door for Amy. Amy got into the car as if running away.

Qi Tian watched quietly and let out a long breath.

"Right!"

Amy lowered the car window and said quickly to Qi Tian,

"I gave you, uh, a note in the room. I originally thought you wouldn't come back so early."

She blushed and put the note on the bedside. If Qi Tian went in...

"Well, come out as soon as you get it. The hotel will take care of the quilt and everything else!"

"Bye-Bye!"

Amy didn't wait for Qi Tian to speak, then pulled up the window again and said to the driver:

"Driver, drive quickly!"

"Little sister, do you really not want to chat with your boyfriend for a little longer?"

The old driver's eyes were reflected in the rearview mirror,

"Is it because he was so wild yesterday?"

He attracted many customers in front of the hotel, and it was obvious that the relationship between the two was obvious.

"Oh, if you can't drive it, I'll change the car!"

After being exposed, Amy felt her blood surge and forced the driver to drive.

Qi Tian, ​​who was originally in a low mood, stared at the car driving away, then suddenly rushed back to the hotel. With the help of the waiter, he came to the room and saw the note left by Amy on the bedside.

"Ahem."

The waiter looked at the messy bed, then peeked at the water stains in the bathroom with the corner of his eye, and sighed in his heart:

What a young man.

These young people have so many tricks up their sleeves. I don’t know where they will end up. Cleaning up is killing me!

When Qi Tian got the note, he felt the strange look in the waiter's eyes. He thanked him and ran away.

On the way back to the apartment, he opened the letter, or note, that Amy had left for him, because it only had two lines:

"Thank you, cross it out, last night, cross it out, the coffee in the hotel was delicious."

"See you later."

Qi Tian returned to the apartment and was about to open the door, but couldn't help but snickered.

"Hehehehehe."

…

After the players finished training, Vogel did not leave immediately, but came to the office of team president Bird.

"We're still a month away from the playoffs,"

Bird cut into the topic decisively. He looked at Vogel who looked calm in front of him and said,

"The management is very satisfied with the team's performance in the regular season, despite all its shortcomings."

Vogel remained calm, knowing that there would soon be a but.

Sure enough, Bird's words did not surprise Vogel.

"But how far we can go in the playoffs is the key to management's evaluation of you."

In the summer of 2011, he had signed a three-year contract with the team and officially became the team's head coach from chief assistant.

But don't think that these capitalists are so kind. If the team's performance does not meet expectations, Vogel will inevitably pack up and leave.

Yes, the two parties signed a contract, but when they really don't like Vogel, they would rather pay all their salaries in advance, which is also a very feasible option.

Compared to the team's annual player expenditures of tens or even 100 million, the head coach's multi-million contract is a bargain.

"I see."

Vogel knew it was time to take a stand. He said,

"I am confident that I will lead the team to the second round of this year's playoffs. In the next few years, the Pacers will become the top team in the Eastern Conference and a regular in the Eastern Conference Finals."

Last year's Pacers were led into the playoffs by Vogel when their head coach was fired in the second half.

Although they were swept in the first round, it is unrealistic to expect them to make a black eight. If black eight happened often, they would not be touted.

This year's Pacers already have the strength to strive for the top half, and the second round is indeed a hard target set by team management for head coach Vogel.

Bird nodded with satisfaction.

What he admires most about Vogel is that he is very pragmatic, although Bird's appreciation is of no use.