Guard With a Knife

When Dug entered the field for warm-up training, he found that there was a camera on the opposite side of the court shooting OJ Mayo.

"See? This is the treatment of superstars." Westbrook said enviously: "That is the documentary team that specially followed and filmed him. He published a documentary in high school."

"Follow the shot all the way? Isn't he afraid of losing?" Duge asked suspiciously.

"He rarely loses." Westbrook's eyes became sharp: "But today, I must do my best to beat him."

For Bals!

He said softly in his heart.

At this time, many middle-aged men holding folders appeared next to the court. They kept looking towards the court with sharp eyes.

When these guys arrived, Doug could clearly feel that the Collison trio was working harder, and Kevin Love ran beyond the three-point line and began to show off his three-point shooting. Westbrook rushed into the paint like lightning, and his body shot into the air like a rocket...Boom!

He nearly put his right forearm into the basket.

His violent dunk showed his speed, bounce and strength to the fullest.

Duge clearly heard an exclamation from the scout team.

He smiled and wished Russell good luck!

Leon Bob has come over and helped him with the stretching!

Doug's stiffness was beyond Bob's imagination. He almost put his whole body on the puppy to help him complete the stretching of the ligaments in his left leg. Followed by the right foot, then the waist.

After the whole set of movements, Leon Bob was already sweating profusely.

"Since I took over your training, my weight has dropped to 86 kilograms. Now I don't know whether you are receiving special training or I am receiving special training." Bob said out of breath.

The puppy laughed. He stood up and shook his waist. He felt much more flexible than yesterday, especially when he fell suddenly on the bus. It seemed that his ability to control his waist and abdomen had greatly improved.

He was standing here shaking his waist when a fat middle-aged white man came over and asked, "Are you a player too?"

"You don't need to treat me as a player, I'm just here to exercise." The puppy said with a smile.

The white man looked at the puppy up and down. From his yellow skin and thin figure, he was sure that it must be used by a manager of a business department to explore the Asian market.

So, he nodded and held out his hand: "Hi, I'm Edward, an independent scout."

"Hello." The puppy shook hands with him politely: "You can call me Snoopy."

"May I ask you for some information about Russell Westbrook? You know, he recently appeared like a comet and broke the existing impression of many people." Edward explained his purpose of coming: "I want to send a message to You get information about him in training and in life."

"Oh. He's a very hard-working guy. Nobody spends more time in the gym than him. And he's a player with real beliefs, you know what I mean? He's not the type to play basketball for the money. Man, what sets him apart from other players is that he plays basketball for basketball's sake."

Doug promoted his good brother vigorously: "And in life, you can't see him arguing with anyone. As a point guard, he never shows his teeth and claws. He gets along well with everyone. .”

"Of course. He has flaws, too."

Doug suddenly became serious.

Edward immediately pricked up his ears, which is very important.

"His aesthetic taste is very bad, he always likes to wear clothes that are exaggerated in color. You have to write this in your scouting report, and you have to prepare the managers in the NBA."

The puppy spoke very seriously.

The pen in Edward's hand stopped, and he felt a little ridiculous: What does aesthetic taste have to do with basketball?

"So to say,

In addition to dressing taste, Westbrook has no shortcomings in your heart? asked the scout.

"certainly."

The puppy nodded confidently, and emphasized again: "Just wait and see, in the game later, he will blow up OJ Mayo."

When Edward heard this, he suddenly felt that what this Asian boy said had no credibility. He actually said that Westbrook could beat OJ Mayo? God, OJ Mayo is the most popular candidate for the No. 1 pick.

If one person can blow him up, wouldn't the entire NCAA be the number one pick?

This time, he accepted invitations from several playoff teams, including traditional strong teams such as the Spurs, Lakers, Jazz, and Rockets. These teams often do not hold lottery picks. Therefore, he came to the NCAA to find a group of players from the middle of the first round to the end of the first round to provide reference for this group of teams.

He thinks Westbrook will be one of those guys.

However, the Asian kid in front of him opened his mouth and said that Westbrook can beat OJ Mayo, so what a fart! If he can beat OJ Mayo, he must go straight to the No. 1 pick. No matter how bad he is, he will be a lottery favorite.

Out of politeness, he still asked: "By the way, Snoopy, what position do you play in the team?"

The puppy pointed to himself, and said calmly: "Center! I am today's starting center."

puff!

The fat Edward couldn't help laughing, and finally burst out laughing.

He finds the Asian kid ridiculous as well as himself. He actually came here to ask a question of 'lost mind'.

Westbrook said in his mouth that he could beat OJ Mayo.

And he himself, a 'little guy' who is about his height and less than a third of his body, actually wants to play center forward, and he is also the starting center forward.

"Honestly speaking, can you really understand English?" He suddenly doubted the puppy's English level. He thought that the puppy might not understand his question from the beginning to the end.

"Of course." The puppy looked at him seriously: "Although I also find it incredible, I am indeed the starting center tonight."

"Okay, Mr. Center. I'm waiting to see your performance tonight. If you can get 1 offensive rebound, I will definitely write you in my scouting report."

Edward said nonsense in a serious manner: "Maybe an NBA team may be interested in you because of this."

"I may have to disappoint you. My task tonight is to block and block shots. The coach didn't let me rebound." Xiaogou answered him very seriously: "Besides, I never thought about playing in the NBA."

Puchi!

Edward was suddenly very happy. He felt that this ridiculous guy in front of him was extremely talented in stand-up shows.

He hadn't smiled so happily for a long time.

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