NBA: About Me Being Reincarnated As Yasuo, the Wind Walker

Chuck Daly, with his white beard, couldn't help but smile.

Why not enter the draft?

Not just for a group of teammates and brothers.

"Zhang Jun, like you, values ​​brotherhood too much."

"It's hard to say whether this is a good thing or a bad thing, but a character like this will inevitably suffer big losses on the professional court."

"Because the NBA is a business, and the players are the bargaining chips that the teams can buy and sell."

"Even the guy who you guys respect as the God of Basketball had a hard time influencing the team's decision back then. He couldn't do anything except force him to retire."

"Zhang Jun, I'm afraid his future path will be the same."

The lonely Westbrook was naturally very angry when he heard this.

"Why can't our destiny be in our own hands?!"

"Besides, we are not commodities, we are living people. Don't try to trade us."

"Tell you Daly, if I hold $47 million in the future, no one will be able to trade me, I said so!"

Chuck Daly picked up the crutch beside him and swung it at Westbrook.

"You brat, you don't learn well either. You imitate that bastard Zhang Jun and bark all day long."

"I told you, please call me Chuck!"

Westbrook cleverly ran away without forgetting to shout.

"Okay Daly!"

"I will come over to watch the NCAA Finals with you the day after tomorrow. And I have done what Brother Jun asked me to take care of you. Remember to say a good word for me when he comes back from the game."

"I want to learn from his breakthroughs."

Watching Westbrook's disappearing figure, Chuck Daly couldn't help but smile, and then coughed slightly.

In the past few years, that boy Zhang Jun has taken good care of him, and his mood has improved a lot.

The doctor told him that there was no better way to deal with his current situation except to change his mentality and live more optimistically.

At least medical methods are useless.

Originally, Chuck Daly had planned to spend the rest of his time in the place where he grew up, because seeing Zhang Jun, he always wanted to work hard to continue living.

Chuck Daly switched channels and watched another game in the NCAA semifinals.

The University of Florida defeated its opponent 72:60 and successfully reached the NCAA finals.

On the court, Corey Brewer, Taurean Green, Walter Hodge, Al Horford, Joakim Noah, Al Thornton, Marreese Speights, Chris Richard German and other players roared wildly.

They shouted at the TV cameras: Finals, we are back! UCLA, wait for your two consecutive losses!

Chuck Daly then turned off the TV, lay down on the chair, raised his head, and shouted after a moment.

"Hello, Zhang Jun."

.........

The hotel where UCLA stayed.

The interval between the semifinals and finals was short, and Alford did not arrange team training.

At this point in the NCAA, there is no need to conduct any more team training. The players only need to take a good rest and not go out and mess around.

winter! winter! winter!

Alford knocked on the door.

Zhang Jun is doing physical training in the room.

"It's already this time and you're still training?" Alford couldn't help but said in surprise.

Zhang Jun nodded, stood up and said: "In the morning, Love and Mbah a Moute and I went to the training ground to practice shooting. There is a saying that if you don't sharpen your skills in battle, it will be useless."

Alford patted Zhang Jun on the shoulder happily and talked about the purpose of his trip.

"I heard your interview after the game last night. You haven't decided to enter the NBA draft yet?"

Zhang Jun nodded sincerely and said: "To be honest, the reason why I entered college was just because I wanted a springboard to enter the NBA. I never thought about staying here long-term."

“However, I have gained a lot from this year’s experience, including Mbah a Moute who prostituted himself for free, Love who successfully lost weight, and Arron Afflalo, the captain who has no regrets for the team... ."

"There is something else on the UCLA team, and I feel like I can give everything to the team like Aaron Afflalo, even for four years."

Alford stared at Zhang Jun for a long time, and finally laughed out loud.

"There are many precious moments in a person's life that are worth cherishing. When you have these moments, it's always hard to let them go and you want to continue to cherish them."

"However, the road ahead is still long, and you will encounter more and more precious time."

"Zhang Jun, the NCAA has nothing to teach you anymore. You should leave. The NBA is your stage."

Zhang Jun frowned and looked at Coach Alford in confusion.

Logically speaking, UCLA wants to maintain a strong team strength, and Alford should be eager to keep him. Why should he firmly let him go to the NBA at this time?

"Do you know why UCLA's strength drops sharply every year?" Alford suddenly asked.

Zhang Jun guessed: "Because every year you let the team's players who can enter the NBA participate in the draft?"

Alford nodded in acknowledgement.

"You are very smart. UCLA does have such a tradition. This is also the culture of our team."

"Players are willing to sacrifice their chance to enter the NBA for the team, even giving up a lot of money."

"UCLA is also willing to sacrifice its team strength for the sake of its players!"

"We are different from the University of Florida in this regard. We will never keep players in the university just to win two consecutive championships."

Zhang Jun didn't expect that UCLA still had such a tradition, and he didn't expect that Alford would be willing to accept the decline in the team's strength every year for the sake of the players.

Alford continued: "So, tomorrow night is your last game in college."

"Zhang Jun, this is your last dance in the NCAA. Use your full strength and don't have any regrets."

.........

April 3rd.

NCAA Finals.

Barkley, the flying pig, walked onto the court as the host to address the game.

"In the NCAA Finals 30 years ago, Michigan State University faced Indiana State University, and Magic Johnson faced his lifelong enemy, Larry Bird."

"Thirty years later, two NBA legends will kick off tonight's game. The Valley of Duel will continue to be passed down. Let us wish these two teams good luck."

Magic Johnson and Larry Bird, two men who once staged the Magic Birds Championship, were holding the game ball at the same time, smiling and shaking hands, and of course they did not forget to exchange a few words.

"Los Angeles has a good rookie. Do the Lakers have any thoughts on acquiring him?"

"Oh, his strengths and weaknesses are too obvious. We don't think he can play in the future, so the Lakers don't want him."

"That would be great, we want him as a Pacers team."

Magic Johnson could only keep smiling in front of the camera, but he had already shouted a few words of MMP in his heart. In terms of quarrels, the one who annoyed him the most was Larry Bird.

"This is CCTV, and this is the live sports broadcast."

"Welcome to the audience in front of the TV to watch this NCAA finals game between UCLA and the University of Florida."

"Coach Zhang, what do you think of these two teams?" Yu Jia woke up early in the morning and yawned, looking angry.

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