The rest is just noise

Fortunately, Louis didn't get into bed with the punk girl this time, and they solved the problem in the bathroom.

In the end, they didn't share names.

Louis learned something from her that the locals knew, but it would be difficult for outsiders to figure it out unless they were practitioners.

He was even more certain that Auerbach was not a person who would make judgments based on skin color and identity background.

Now, all he has to do is create a suitable opportunity to meet.

The Celtics have no need to recruit scouts, but every team needs scouts.

Because there is no highly professional scouting system, the baby boomer generation is growing vigorously, and Americans with outstanding basketball talents are emerging in an endless stream. Some talents are so strong that they are difficult to conceal, while some pearls are buried deep in the NCAA.

Only good scouts can dig them out.

Just because we don’t recruit scouts doesn’t mean we don’t need scouts.

The Celtics' training facility originally belonged to a Greek language college. Later, the college closed down. However, the college had complete sports facilities and was purchased by the current owner of the Celtics, Irving Levine, at a low price.

The season is coming to an end and the draft is about to begin.

John Havlicek, the evergreen figure in Celtics team history, retired last season. This is a loss for the team. If the broken Green Army in recent years has anything to attract fans, it will never stop.

Havlicek.

His retirement represents the end of "Celtic Glory".

The Celtics need a savior, and they have locked the target, but the team is running up and down, and countless people come in and out of the Greek Stadium every day.

Louis observed for several days, and he worked in three shifts every day.

I work as a waiter in a supermarket in the morning and can blow on the air conditioner for free.

In the afternoon, I squatted outside the Greek Stadium to see if there was any chance to get acquainted with insiders.

In the evening, he hangs out in bars and nightclubs, more actively seeking information.

Three days passed, and Louis waited for his chance.

When K.C. Jones, the Celtics' chief scout, was questioned and searched by heavily armed police officers for no reason, he saw some of K.C's documents lying around.

He waited until the police left and acted as an enthusiastic citizen and stepped forward to help pick up the documents on the ground.

"What the hell is going on!" It seems that he is used to it.

"Boston is undoubtedly a model for cities across the United States. The policemen are armed to the teeth, but they only dare to attack you who have nothing to offer. The destruction caused by the parades and protest organizations that can be seen everywhere is enough to bankrupt many families, but they will only

Stopping the greatest Celtic player of all time for questioning." Louis put the document in K.C's hand, and the rainbow fart that came from his mouth made K.C flutter.

"Thank you, kid!" K.C said sheepishly, "but I'm really not the greatest Celtic of all time."

Louie hasn't seen a single K.C. Jones game.

In fact, three days ago, he did not know K.C Jones.

In fact, he had made a breakthrough in his understanding of K.C just one day ago.

All he knew about K.C was that he was the Celtics' chief scout and a member of the Celtics team that won eight consecutive championships.

"You are too humble, K.C. I am your fan. Your passion and energy on the court have inspired many people, including me. They should not treat you like this. Those police officers are bastards!" Louis said angrily.

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"I'm really not the greatest..."

"Okay, let me put it mildly, you are one of the greatest, you must be!"

K.C became more and more embarrassed. He asked Louis' name and remembered him briefly. But he didn't ask for his contact information. After all, it was just a chance meeting. Louis' help was easy. If he had stood up to enforce justice when the police were not gone,

, then K.C will definitely ask for his name and contact information after he is executed on the spot, or after he is executed on the spot... Well, he has to tell his family about this child's heroic deeds, so that they will always be proud of it.

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If Louis didn't do something, he and K.C might never be the same again.

He couldn't let the opportunity slip away. He had to do something while things were still under control.

Suddenly, K.C heard Louis screaming.

He turned around and looked over and found that Louis had fallen down somehow.

"Are you OK~~?"

"It's just a broken skin, it's okay, it doesn't hurt at all..." Shake it, Jack Nicholson, his god-like performance in "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" was as weak as an ant in front of Louis, "Although there is a possibility of infection,

It may cause other complications that can be fatal, but I'm still young and should be fine. K.C, don't worry about me, just go about your business, I can do it, really, although I'm already starting to feel dizzy..."

"Come with me!"

"It won't hinder your work, right?"

"If you keep nagging like this, you will hinder my work."

If K.C were to take him to a small clinic or, to put it more exaggeratedly, directly to the dermatology department of the hospital, Louis would have to continue to deliver a performance that would make even an Oscar winner feel inferior.

Fortunately, K.C didn't know whether to save trouble or for convenience, so he took Louis directly to the Greek Stadium to find the team doctor.

This is simply a clever plan that kills two birds with one stone!

Louis noticed that he had actually taken a big step closer to Auerbach.

The team doctor disinfected Louis's wound, put a band-aid on it, and gave him several band-aids.

"Remember to change the band-aid every day. If the wound becomes red, swollen, inflamed or pus-discharged, you must seek medical attention in time," the doctor warned.

"Okay, thank you, doctor!" Louis said excitedly.

"My name is Arnie Scheller."

"Thank you, Dr. Scherer!"

K.C was taking notes carefully outside the medical room, obviously taking quick notes on the new players who were trying out on the training ground.

Observing players on the spot and observing players on video are two different feelings.

More details can be seen on site.

Louis looked closer, and what K.C was observing was a white man named Jeff Judkins (SG/SF). He looked ordinary.

In terms of height, he also looks like a swinger.

However, his shooting is not stable enough and he likes to cut in. His tough defense is inevitably hampered by the soft and slow white wings.

K.C seems to be able to see his own shadow in him. He is not very good at shooting and relies heavily on air cuts to attack the basket for scoring, but his defense is not that bad.

"I don't think he's the best choice at that position." Louie didn't know where Judkins would be drafted.

K.C smiled: "Young man, don't jump to conclusions about things you don't understand."

"I'm not talking nonsense. I also play basketball and have some knowledge of this sport. Moreover, I also take observation notes. If you need to supplement the manpower at the second and third positions, he is not the best choice." Louis knew.

, K.C didn’t take his statement seriously.

In K.C's eyes, Louis is just an arrogant young man, just like those middle school boys who want to conquer the world.

"Then tell me, who is the best choice?"

"Larry Bird."

"Everyone in the United States knows about this."

"Okay, then I have an alternative." Louis slowly released his bait, "John Long of Michigan, if you appreciate Jeff, I think you will also appreciate John, his body is stronger,

Faster, more aggressive - and most importantly, he can catch and shoot on the run from both wing corners."

Louis was different from before, he seemed very confident.

K.C doesn’t know where his confidence comes from. He is only 18 years old. Does he really have scout-level observation skills?

The most suitable position for K.C is not that of a scout. He does not have the nose of a top scout.

But as a player who started out as a defensive player, he knew that he could not miss any opportunity that could bring victory.

I believe that if an 18-year-old young man's one-sided words were known by a red head, he would inevitably be scolded, but he can't find a better candidate now.

Even he has no confidence in Jeff Judkins.

What if Auerbach looked straight at him with those piercing eyes and asked, "Is this our best option at that position?"

He would certainly not be able to answer in the affirmative with confidence.

"You said you also took observation notes, was it about John Long?" K.C asked.

"Yes, he is the player I focus on."

"Do you have this note with you?"

"No, I'm staying at the hotel."

K.C packed his things with a smile and said, "It's getting late, I'll take you back to the hotel first."