The rest is just noise

Louis invited Ewing to a black restaurant near the hotel.

"Order whatever you want, I'll pay for it." Louis smiled.

Since it was a black restaurant, Ewing was very relaxed and showed a rare smile: "My dad also opened a restaurant that specializes in Jamaican specialties."

"Is it spicy?"

Ever since he ate at Bill Russell's restaurant last time, in Louis' mind, black food has been associated with spicy food.

"Kind of," Ewing said.

Sooner or later, Louis will learn that the "kind of" Ewing talks about is not really just "a little bit" to him.

He is a person who doesn't like spicy food. Because he doesn't like spicy food, he worked in Xinjiang for so many years in his previous life, and he has never had a bite of the famous local noodles.

No problem, as long as he eats spicy food, he will go to the toilet and transform into Splatoon the next day.

Others have light when they transform, but he only smells when he transforms.

"Coach Lu, what do you want to see me for?" Ewing was not a person who was short of words. After a brief greeting, he got straight to the point.

It's okay, Louis really can't praise Ewing like Thompson did to his face.

Because he doesn't have glasses, why doesn't Ewing wear white-rimmed glasses like his father with a different surname? This way he can avoid Ewing's eyes and talk nonsense to his heart's content.

"I just want to give you a suggestion," Louis said.

Ewing asked: "What advice?"

"I suggest you participate in this year's draft." This is the only thing Louis wants to say to Ewing.

If Ewing really listens to him and participates in this year's draft, then his plan to suggest that the Trail Blazers select Jordan will definitely go to waste.

The Rockets will face an extremely difficult choice.

Should they choose the local hero Olajuwon or the national hero Ewing? They will probably choose Ewing.

Then the Trail Blazers got Olajuwon.

Although he is not Jordan, how much better is it to win Olajuwon than to win Bowie? For Louis, this is almost the difference between Pepsi and Coca-Cola. One can only flush the toilet, while the other is his daily necessities——

His life cannot be without Coca-Cola, just like the Canadian Cannon King cannot live without electronic music, just like Guo Degang cannot live without Yu Qian, just like this paragraph cannot live without this chapter.

Ewing was stunned for a few seconds.

He became wary, and Thompson told him that anyone who suggested he enter the draft early did not mean well.

He is not mature enough and needs to continue to hone his skills in college.

"Why?" Ewing asked, "Do the Celtics have such a high draft pick this year?"

Louis shook his head and said: "No, we don't."

Then, the waiter brought the Coke.

Louis raised his hand and said to the waiter: "If this cup is Coca-Cola, I will give you an extra 10% tip. If it is Pepsi-Cola, don't blame me for spilling it on your floor."

"Don't worry, it must be Coca-Cola, I swear on my life!" he said swornly.

Louis took a sip and found that the taste was right. He was immediately elated, grunted with satisfaction, and let out an ugly belch.

“Is there a more satisfying experience in life than this?”

It was a beautiful night. Although no woman came to do relaxing activities with him - Note: He has not participated in this activity for almost two months. Fortunately, he still had his hands - but he had Coke and drank.

When you are satisfied, you can imagine that the man in front of you who looks like a gorilla looks like Lorraine, as long as you don't act rashly.

"Coach Lu, you are too ambitious," Ewing said with a sarcastic smile.

"The most important thing in life is dissatisfaction with desire. Women's dissatisfaction often comes from the incompetence of their partners, while men's dissatisfaction has many reasons." Louis' metaphor gradually rippled, "For example, if you are dissatisfied with your size, you will

You will feel inferior about your work hours, you will be angry that your salary is too low, you will be disappointed that your career has stalled, and you will find that the most satisfying thing in life is to make the most satisfying shot of gold in front of a sexy poster in the dead of night.

, but then you still fall into deep boredom.”

Ewing is really not a good person to communicate with. Louis's "brilliant" parallel sentences only came from him: "I don't have any of the things you said."

"Ouch...sorry."

"Coach Lu, because it was you, the coach agreed to let me come out; and because it was you, I didn't leave immediately after hearing your suggestion." There was no expression on Ewing's face, even if he could feel it.

Some emotions are also indifferent.

He has unswerving beliefs and will never change anything he believes.

"So, I want to know why you gave me this advice."

For this kind of person, sweet words are useless, he only wants to hear the real words.

"I used to be a scout, you know?" Louis said.

This matter should be known to everyone.

"I've heard a little bit about it."

"You know what a good scout wants to see last?"

Ewing asked: "Can't you spot good players?"

"No, good players don't need to be discovered, they will appear by themselves." Louis drank all the Coke and tapped the table lightly to ask the waiter for a refill. "The last thing I want to see is a person with a future.

A man with an incredibly bright future, a man who was sure of his own greatness, wasted his youth in a place that could not help him continue to improve.”

Ewing smiled uglyly: "Are you talking about me, Coach Lu?"

"Your ability to capture key points is as sharp as your sense of smell when protecting the basket." Louis praised.

"Maybe I shouldn't come, Coach Lu." Ewing's uncomfortable smile only existed for a few seconds before disappearing, replaced by an angry expression, which was the emotion he often showed on the court, "You

It's insulting to me, it's insulting to my coach, and it's insulting to everyone at Georgetown University!"

Louis believes that Ewing likes everyone at Georgetown University, and this reaction is common sense.

"Really? If you think I am insulting you, maybe, I have indeed insulted your efforts in the past three years, but please don't escalate it to everyone. My words are only for you, others, they have no problem."

Ewing said dissatisfiedly: "I work the hardest among everyone. I am the first to attend training every day and the last to leave. I crawl and roll on the court. Some people will elbow me in the head, some will push me to the ground, and some will push me to the ground."

They will insult me, but none of this can stop me! I led my team to the finals twice in three years, and then you say I am wasting my youth?"

"Hearing what you said makes me even more surprised. Why did the hardest-working person on the championship team spend three years training from dawn to dusk and beat countless times in the paint, but he couldn't learn to get stuck? He couldn't find a good one either.

Defensive position? Always running around like a layman, and not having the will to develop offensive methods at all. Your performance tonight is no different from that in the finals where you lost to North Carolina two years ago, or even a little worse."

"That's enough!" Ewing stood up angrily, "I'm leaving!"

"Patrick!"

He said he was leaving, but stopped when Louis called to him.

"Kareem spent four years at UCLA mastering the Sky Hook and perfecting his personal abilities; Bill Walton developed all his inside skills with the help of Coach Wooden; Michael Jordan evolved from a fierce personality

Guards who become All-Americans... They change every year, and these guys, even if they stay in college for five years, I wouldn't say they're wasting their time."

The waiter gingerly brought a cup of Coke.

He was worried that there would be a fight between Louis and Ewing, and it was hard to predict the outcome. Louis might be killed. He was a little bit looking forward to it but also afraid of losing his life.

"And you, the problems and shortcomings you had when you were a freshman still exist today. You said you were the hardest working, but I can't see where your efforts are. I believe you didn't lie to me. You worked hard, but you

Without working hard to improve your shortcomings, you have not made any progress in the past few years. This is not only your fault, but also John Thompson's fault."

Louis said harshly: "He treats you as a mediocre player and drives you around at will, instills anger in your mind, but does not teach you how to make fire with wood, allows your shortcomings to continue to exist, and squanders your talents at will, and you

, but obeyed him like a loyal family dog, I really don’t know what to say.”

After Louis finished speaking, Ewing left without looking back.

Probably, his remaining respect for Louis also disappeared.

After Ewing left, the black food he ordered was served.

Louis took a bite and then spat it out.

He had no reason to stay here, so he checked out and left.

He actually didn't need to irritate Ewing so much. He didn't know why, but he just couldn't help it. He was not a fan of Ewing, and he had never liked the guy with the least honors among the four major centers, but he saw Ewing's situation in Georgetown.

I can't control myself.

In his past life and this life, as a basketball person, he likes these guys with a future.

After the 2019 World Cup, he began to hate from the bottom of his heart these idiots who had killed his future.

Louis walked out of the restaurant and looked at the night sky.

It's a pity that Ewing probably won't listen to what he said.

He won't think about the outcome any more. After all, he has already used Ewing's favor to promote changes in things.

If the result doesn't change, it's God's will.

Oh no, you can’t blame God either.

Ewing himself is stupider, so how can you blame Tian for being stupid?