Kanagawa Taoist College Students

In the lounge, Zheng Yu was already awake, and his manager was beside him. I was knocked out of breath just now, and I haven't recovered yet. I just feel a tight pain in my chest.

It's not that his physical condition is really that bad, but that his chest was hit by a sharp object a few days ago. He thought he was fine, but he was hit again and almost died from the pain.

"Uncle Zhang, is my NBA journey over?" Zheng Yu asked the agent next to him with a dejected look.

"What nonsense are you talking about? There are still a few games in the future, and there are plenty of opportunities. It's just that we can't play in this one. If we perform better in the next game, there will be no problem." A middle-aged man named Uncle Zhang patted his shoulder and comforted him. road.

"My performance just now..." Zheng Yu asked worriedly. He was not sure whether his performance for only a few minutes could impress the coach on the sidelines.

"Your performance is very good. Just follow this. If you can maintain this state, there will definitely be a team willing to sign you." Uncle Zhang said encouragingly.

Zheng Yu felt a little more at ease, but still a little worried: "Uncle Zhang, can you tell the coach to let me play again?"

Uncle Zhang said seriously: "Xiao Zheng, the injury problem can be big or small. This is not a joke. You should have a good rest these two days and wait until the next game."

"But I don't think my problem is big. I just need to pay attention to it." Zheng Yu said.

"Many athletes had to retire early just because of your thoughts." Uncle Zhang said solemnly, obviously not recognizing his good feeling about himself.

"Okay." Zheng Yu compromised. He also knew that Uncle Zhang was doing it for his own good.

While the two were talking, several people came in from outside.

There were three people in total. One of them, a white man with a beard, Uncle Zhang and Zheng Yu both knew each other. The other person was Anderson, the assistant coach of the Summer League Knicks. There was also a short, fat white man whom I didn’t recognize, and an Asian teenager whom they had never met before.

The two of them took another look at the young man and saw that his figure was similar to that of Zheng Yu, but he was definitely much younger. The childish look could be seen at a glance.

"Coach Anderson." Although they were only assistant coaches, Uncle Zhang and Zheng Yu did not dare to neglect, and they seemed very cautious.

Anderson nodded as a greeting: "I remember Zheng also has a set of uniforms, right?"

"Yes." Uncle Zhang didn't understand the purpose of his question, but he nodded anyway.

"Take it out." Anderson's tone was a little stiff. Of course, it wasn't because he had any opinion on the two of them, but because he had this tone of voice, and he was so direct even to others.

Uncle Zhang didn't understand his temper and didn't dare to ask why. He ordered Zheng Yu to bring out another set of replacement uniforms.

"Josh, leave it to you." Anderson took it and handed the uniform to Josh beside him.

"Thanks, Anderson." Josh was obviously very familiar with him and spoke in a very relaxed tone. He smiled and handed the uniform to someone next to him, "Boy, put it on."

As soon as Li Xuehao took it over, Uncle Zhang and Zheng Yu suddenly became anxious. Although they didn't know what happened yet, this scene really frightened them.

"Coach Anderson, what does this mean?" Uncle Zhang couldn't help but ask.

Before Coach Anderson could speak, Josh had already said, "Calm down, sir, we don't mean any harm. We just want to borrow your uniforms to wear, and we will return them to you after the game."

However, after saying this, Uncle Zhang became even more nervous: "Are you going to replace my players?" The scene in front of him really had to make him think so. Other players were wearing his players' clothes and looked like they were ready to play. , are there any other possibilities?

"Replace me?" Zheng Yu panicked when he heard this, with a look of horror on his face. He was worried that if his role was replaced by someone else, then he would really miss the NBA.

"No, it's not what you two think. We will not take up your quota. Please rest assured about this. I am Josh Jackson. I can guarantee that such a thing will never happen." Josh knew that the two of them Worried about something, he took out his business card and handed it to the older Uncle Zhang.

Uncle Zhang took it and looked at it carefully. He learned that the other party was a basketball agent like himself. Although he got the other party's personal assurance, he was still worried: "Mr. Jackson, it's not that I don't trust you, but this kind of thing, Isn't it very unruly?" After all, we were on someone else's territory, so he didn't dare to say anything serious.

"This is what Coach Jerry meant." Anderson on the side, perhaps feeling troubled, directly interjected.

Uncle Zhang's face froze, and his heart was full of bitterness. Although Jerry was the assistant coach of the Knicks, in Summer League, he was the head coach, and he could completely decide the players to play. Offending him was equivalent to a complete break. Possibility of entering the NBA.

"Okay, let's go out." Seeing that the trouble was solved, Anderson said to Josh.

Josh nodded, but Uncle Zhang and Zheng Yu were on pins and needles. Facing power, they could only choose to endure. Even if they were very worried, they would never question coach Jerry's arrangements at this time.

Li Xuehao changed into his uniform. He was very aware of the worries of his two compatriots. After thinking about it, he said: "You can rest assured that I have no intention of replacing him. I will leave when the game is over. I have no interest in the NBA. "

Uncle Zhang and Zheng Yu heard his fluent Mandarin and concluded that they were both Chinese. They were worried and surprised. They did not expect that besides them, there would be other Chinese people coming to participate in the summer league.

Josh on the side also felt amazing and looked at the boy next to him: "Boy, can you also speak Chinese?"

Li Xuehao smiled and said nothing, waved to Uncle Zhang and followed him out of the lounge.

Although the young man who was also Chinese said those words, Uncle Zhang was still very worried. Seeing the three of them going out, he said to Zheng Yu: "Xiao Zheng, you rest here for a while, I will go out and take a look."

"Uncle Zhang, I'll go too." Zheng Yu was worried that his role would be replaced. How could he be willing to stay in the lounge?

But Uncle Zhang held him down and said, "Don't go out. We don't know what's going on outside right now. If you go out in your uniform, you will probably disrupt Coach Jerry's plan, which will be very troublesome." He was mainly worried. If two players wearing identical uniforms appeared in the arena, it would be very eye-catching. Before knowing Coach Jerry's arrangements, this kind of risk could not be taken, so Xiao Zheng had to stay.

Although Zheng Yu wants to go out very much, he also knows that what Uncle Zhang said is very reasonable. He can't offend the coach if he offends anyone. In that case, he really can't stay in the NBA.