Chapter 30: ... you are trusted by everyone

The opponent's point guard chuckled and said, "Hey, the" passing "just now was really exciting. But, are you going to die?"
In the next second, the ukb's point guard quickly passed Nie Chuan and rushed to the back of dk.
Nie Chuan ran hard forward, but couldn't catch up. This sense of weakness is disturbing.
Reese, however, instantly got rid of the other small forward, rushed back to his own basket, and gave him a hot pot before the ukb point guard layup.
The ukb point guard fell to the ground, he didn't know how Reese could catch up with him or even surpass him.
Reese dribbled quickly and the quick attack started.
Carlo had rushed into the opponent's area, and Reese faced the small forward next to him. Suddenly, he suddenly stopped and held the ball up. Unexpectedly, he flung the ball back smartly. Ewing took the ball on the three-point line without hesitation, and a beautiful three-pointer locked their victory.
Ewing compared the v gesture in the process of falling.
"Ewing did a good job!" Montenegro extended his thumbs.
"Haha, Reese spreads well!"
"Why am I blind again?" Carlow had a depressed expression.
The two queues said goodbye.
The center of ukb gave Carlo a fist: "Today, are we actually sparring?"
Carlo smiled shyly.
"It feels like you haven't shown the impetus of last year's league game. Last year, however, we followed you all over the field!" The opponent's point guard seemed to be very dissatisfied.
Ewing replied, "Why, you lose just two points and you don't feel enough, and you want to lose twenty points?"
At this time, Nie Chuan could not hear what they were saying. His legs were as heavy as lead and his ears were buzzing.
"Hey, black-haired guy." The opposing point guard came in front of him.
Nie Chuan lowered her head and did not respond until Ewing next to him bumped him gently with his shoulder: "Hey Alan, he calls you."
"Ah? What?"
"You should run faster and breathe less." The other side raised his chin towards Nie Chuan. "In the real league, there are many faster players than me."
Although the other party looked a bit arrogant, Nie Chuan could feel his regret for his performance today.
"Gone-the regular season is going to win!"
The people from UKB packed up and waved goodbye to Carlow.
"Crap, don't you get eliminated!"
"These guys' games are actually pretty good." Montenegro said.
"Ah? What do you mean?" Nie Chuan looked up.
"Even if you lose the ball, you won't be humming, and you won't be fouled because you are angry on the court." Ewing took Nie Chuan's shoulder.
Nie Chuan suddenly understood why Carlo organized this practice match.
The real target was not the four of them, but his Nie Chuan.
"Come on! Go and see Connor." Carlo said suddenly when she put her sports bag on her shoulder.
Nie Chuan was stupid: "Kang ... Kona?"
Look at Ewing and Montenegro again, their expressions are also very calm, as if they knew Conner was living in the nearby hospital.
Nie Chuan looked at Reese. Reese just looked up and drank the mineral water. The moist movement of the throat knot was very strong.
He closed the cap and said lightly, "You all know."
Carlo put a smile on his lips, "Do I look like a fool?"
"Yeah." Reese's answer was simple and straightforward.
"... Connor left a message on my Facebook. He said he and his parents are going to another country, and he is going to give up basketball. But I checked the IP address of his message, it turned out to be this hospital."
Ewing wiped the sweat on his face with his back: "So the three of us came to this hospital quietly and saw Connor from a distance. Then they understood everything. Conner was afraid we would not accept the new teammates, worried We have a mustard and we ca n’t open our hearts, we understand. So we pretend not to know about it. But now we have Allen! Conner can go to Washington for treatment with peace of mind, isn't he?
Montenegro looked towards Reese: "Did you tell Conner that we will play at this stadium?"
"Of course." Reese nodded.
Nie Chuan's heart shook suddenly, that is to say, the reason why Carlo didn't rent a basketball hall to play a practice game was to let Conner see the game from the window sill of the ward!
"What are you waiting for! We're gone!" Carlo snapped his fingers, and the group walked towards the hospital with their bags on their backs.
Nie Chuan looked at everyone's back, his eyes were sore for a while.
When they came to Connor's ward, the ward was already empty.
The passing nurse told them that just five minutes ago, Conner had completed the hospitalization procedure and took the bus to the airport.
"This guy ... didn't even give him a chance to say goodbye? It's too much." Ewing put his mouth away and his eyes became red.
But Conner left a card for Reese.
He told Reese that he didn't have to worry about him and didn't have to come to Washington to see him. He will be fine.
"He said, this is really a wonderful game, more blood-thirsty than any of the NBA he's watching here."
Reese uttered the sentence in a calm tone, but everyone could imagine the expression on Conner's face when he wrote the sentence.
"This guy ... next time I see him again ... we must educate him, absolutely must not ... leave without saying goodbye." Carlow's voice trembled slightly.
"Gone! Let's go to a tea restaurant! I'm going to eat shrimp dumplings! Char-grilled buns! Sausage noodles! I have to take pictures on my Facebook and get Conner drooling!" Ewing showed a big smile.
"Well? I didn't expect that everyone can't learn Chinese, but once you eat, you speak so much Chinese?" Carlow said.
"My language is better than yours." Ewing raised his eyebrows, and Carlo, again blocked, said nothing.
"Allen, you don't know Conner, so why don't you understand what we're talking about Connor?"
As Carlow was about to talk about Conner, Reese suddenly said, "Everyone is hungry, eat."
so far so good……
At this time, Nie Chuan didn't know why. Every time I heard Connor's name, my heart was in pain.
He looked in the direction of Reese, but Reese's expression remained the same.
That night, Carlo returned Nie Chuan to his home, and smiled and waved to him, "See you tomorrow at school!"
Nie Chuan also said goodbye to him with a smile, and when Carlo walked away, Nie Chuan's head dropped.
Instead of knocking on the door, he sat down on the steps downstairs at home.
"If you don't want to laugh, you don't really need to laugh at Carlo. He doesn't mind."
The cold voice sounded, but it was just a simple sentence, and Nie Chuan's tears were about to fall.
Nie Chuan quickly rubbed his eyes, raised his face, and saw Reese standing under the street lamp. His figure is always so clear that Nie Chuan cannot ignore it.
"Why are you here?"
Reese did not answer him, but sat down beside him with his pockets in his pockets.
"You look sad."
"Why don't you tell me? Connor is watching? My performance is terrible!" Nie Chuan said dullly.
"It's definitely not the best in your life, but it's definitely not terrible."
"I may not really be suitable for basketball. I don't have enough speed, no explosive power, no physical strength ... you should ..."
"What should I do? Looking for someone else? The problem is that Conner has identified you, and you are sure."
"Has he? How is that possible? I made a mess in the first half and couldn't run in the second half ..."
Reese reached over and pressed on Nie Chuan's head.
"I thought I did my best, but it wasn't enough." Nie Chuan felt so sorry for the first time.
He regretted why he didn't keep exercising before, didn't continue to play basketball, and didn't keep his physical fitness at his best.
"I would think so, just because you did your best, so don't be reconciled. But you let him see your ball-handling ability and scheduling ability. If he doesn't agree with you, he won't leave a message saying 'this It's a wonderful game '.
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"Are you sure this is not comfort?"
"I'm sure."
"But this is not the most exciting game. I need more physical strength and faster speed. I also need to be able to take off higher. Dribbling has a greater range. UKB said that they are not in the league. The fastest. "Nie Chuan said, looking at his fist.
"Nie Chuan, do you know why Carlo chose you, and Ewing and Montenegro accepted you so quickly?" Reese asked.
"why?"
"Because if you only deal with your own affairs, you may let yourself go, you will be lazy, and you will choose an easy way to deal with it. But if this matter is related to someone you think is important, you will go all out."
"What?" Nie Chuan looked up and looked at Reese's side.
"That's why Carlow and they believe in you so much. Because they know that on the court, you will always create the best opportunity for them and always meet them in the best position."
"Will I?"
"Of course you do."
Nie Chuan's tears finally fell.
"Ogawa." Reese's knuckles brushed over Nie Chuan's cheek, and took down the tears. "Although tears never mean that they are not strong. But I hope you are the last time you shed tears because of regret."
Reese's "Xiaochuan" was very light, and Nie Chuan even felt that he had heard it wrong.
But what he said made Nie Chuan's thinking that he couldn't find a support point suddenly toughened.
"Also, you are welcome to join the udk basketball team." Reese reached out to Nie Chuan.
His fingers are long and his fingertips have unreal beauty in the dim light.
"Ah? No, I haven't seen Coach Gordon yet."
"You've met him already, in practice."
"What? Where is he?" Nie Chuan broke his mind and didn't remember ...
Suddenly, the figure of the stern man with gray-blue eyes poured into his mind.
Nie Chuan shook his shoulder: "He ... wouldn't he be the coach sitting behind the ukb?"
"Yes."
Nie Chuan raised his hands to cover his face, and it was too embarrassing to think of his incompetent performance in the first half.
"He looks ... serious ..."
"As the coach of a basketball team, it's hard for you to want him to spring and rain. After class on Monday afternoon, I will take you to see him."
"He really agreed to join me?" Nie Chuan felt incredible.
"Yes."
"Why didn't Carlo tell me it was Coach Gordon?"
"If you knew it was Coach Gordon, you would be more nervous, wouldn't you?"
Reese got up and went to his own Land Rover.
"Hey ... I really joined?"
Before, Nie Chuan didn't understand what the college basketball league meant, but now he knows.
That was the cradle of the NBA, and even when its final came, the NBA had to stop all events to show respect.
"The question you should ask is not this question, but whether you like playing basketball. It is impossible for a person to do his best in the face of things that he does not like. So, do you like it?"
At that moment, he passed the shot to Montenegro to make a slam dunk. Carlo received a shot of his volley slam dunk, Ewing beautiful three-pointer ...
The feeling of nervousness, blood flowing in the body, the urge to continue running even if the heart can't beat ...
"Yes, I like playing basketball."
Nie Chuan looked at Reese's direction and said very seriously.
"Just like it."
Reese's smile was very light, and his lips were drawn with a warm arc.
He opened the car door and stepped in. Nie Chuan stood at the door and watched his car go further and further. He had a vague feeling that his unpredictable life was about to change.
Reese's Land Rover stopped under an apartment, he came to the top floor, rang the doorbell, and a middle-aged man in casual home clothes opened the door for him.
"Yo, it's rare. I thought you wouldn't come. What to drink, coffee or ice water?"
"Ice water." Reese sat on the sofa.
"I thought you preferred coffee." The middle-aged man smiled indifferently, threw a bottle of ice water in the air, and was steadily caught by Reese.
"Because your coffee is too hard to drink."
"Well, you're always honest and heartbreaking." The middle-aged man sat on the coffee table directly with coffee and faced Reese, "Reese, I know Carlo, they really want that black-haired Chinese kid to join the team , I also admit that he has a certain potential, but I want to hear what you really think. "
"Why my thought, Coach Gordon?"
"Because you are the most stubborn, principled, and least compromised guy in the entire team. If you think he can, even if others think he can't, you will pull that kid in. If you think he is not, even Carlo, if they like him again, you'll kick him out. "
"Coach, you just said that Nie Chuan has potential, so what is your potential in your opinion?" Reese asked, holding his arms.
Coach Gordon smiled slightly: "Super strong ball sense and rhythm control ability. His ability to shift the center of gravity and inertia control is probably better than you. And he is not like you, his personality is too strong, suitable for fighting alone, his team Adaptability is better than you. "
"What about the shortcomings?"
"The disadvantages are obvious. His explosiveness, speed, and endurance are not up to the standards I want. Not to mention he lacks the experience of playing against high-level teams."
"So you text me and tell me why you agreed to join the team? Is it just to appease Carlow?"
"No, because I think he can still be carved. And we have enough time for him to have the qualities we think he should have since the regular season in late November."
Coach Gordon stared at Reese's face, trying to see something in his eyes.
"Oh, and more importantly, I see from you the desire to connect with someone on the court."
Reese leaned forward and confronted Coach Gordon. "Since you have said so, do I have any reason to refuse?"
Coach Gordon froze. He thought Reese would coldly deny the last point he said.
"So, see you on Monday."
"See you on Monday." Reese got up, seemed to think of something when he came to the door, leaned his pockets and said, "Forgot to tell you, he seems to be afraid of you."
"Afraid of me, why?" Coach Gordon looked surprised.
"Probably because you always deliberately make yourself look inscrutable and not as honest as I am."
After Rice left, Coach Gordon shook his head helplessly.
This night, Nie Chuan fell asleep very quickly because he was too tired.
He first met Coach Gordon, the end of Monday morning's class. As soon as Nie Chuan stepped out of the classroom, he saw a middle-aged man in a suit leaning on the corridor and looking at himself.
He raised his hand and said "Hi".
Nie Chuan suddenly became nervous.
"I think you should already know that I am your coach."
This sentence made Nie Chuan even more nervous. Coach Gordon is different from his physical education teacher in middle school. He is a very professional coach.
"Yes, I understand."
"Although you should answer my 'yes, coach' at this time. But since I am a friendly coach and have an equal relationship with you, I care more about your attitude than all superficial efforts."
Coach Gordon watched Nie Chuan carefully. I wonder if it was an illusion. He felt that the Chinese boy seemed more nervous.
"Let's go and talk together."
Coach Gordon bought two cups of instant coffee and sat with Nie Chuan on the college lawn. They are either classmates who are reading books or couples in love.
"The school has very clear rules on the training time for the team. From April to October, tactical drills and on-field training are not allowed, because children must study well."
Nie Chuan nodded.
"Of course, the small-scale unofficial practice competitions that you contact and organize yourself belong to your freedom, and it has nothing to do with me." Coach Gordon slipped his responsibilities smoothly.
Nie Chuan nodded again.
"So from April to October, you do your own physical exercises, not me. All I can give is advice."
"Yes, coach."
"Well, boy. I think you know what your problem is now."
"I think I know."
"tell me the story?"
"Speed, endurance, explosiveness, experience, and field goal percentage."
"Ah ... I haven't noticed your shooting percentage in that game." Coach Gordon said earnestly.
Nie Chuan wanted to lower his head to wipe the sweat. Didn't that practice session expose all his problems?
"But the first three are deadly." Coach Gordon's original smile was closed.
"Yes, they are deadly." Nie Chuan lowered his head and frowned.
Coach Gordon's fingers flicked in Nie Chuan's eyebrows: "Boy, never lower your head in front of me, it will make me unable to see your expression clearly."
"Yes, coach!" Nie Chuan looked up earnestly.
"Although there are many college students ... In order to have a good performance in the league to get the favor of NBA, I will ask for personal coaching for myself. But I think your goal is not NBA, but happily playing basketball.
"Yes, coach."
nba or something ... too far. It is estimated that when the league starts, Nie Chuan will not be a cold bench!
"In order to keep up with your speed, endurance and explosive power, this is my exercise plan for you."
Gordon contested and handed a USB flash drive to Nie Chuan.
Nie Chuan Wanwan never expected that the other party actually made a training plan for himself? Does this count as a small stove?
"Don't think that you can complete it all from the beginning. It's just a goal. I hope you can achieve this plan on the basis of completing your college studies. I also hope that you will have plenty of spare time in addition to basketball Life, enjoy your life. "
Nie Chuan nodded, and it seemed that this Gordon coach was not as unfriendly as he thought.
"Of course, I also understand that children of your age are occasionally lazy and a little unwilling, which is understandable. So I have also arranged for you a teammate you already know as an assistant coach to urge you to complete as much as possible Practice. I call this a 'packaging exercise'. It can supervise and correct each other and help each other, which is easy to improve team cohesion. "
"Ah? Then who is my pack exercise?"
"Don't worry, his temper is not bad as far as I know, he is highly skilled and always takes care of you. You will get along well."
Nie Chuan's head began to search for this person's possibility.
Is it Montenegro? Although Montenegro looks scary, Nie Chuan feels that he has a really good temper, is also understanding and comforting. Should it be pleasant to practice with him?
If the technology is superb, it is Ewing that flashed in Nie Chuan's mind. What an elegant three-pointer!
Moreover, Ewing is still a foodie. After the daily practice is over, they can go to Chinese restaurants for snacks together. How tacit!
But to say that the one who has always taken care of himself seems to be Carlow! It's just that Carlo sometimes goes offline ... but they can still get along well, right?
"Well, go back and take a look at your training plan. I will receive consultations once a week, of course if you can contact me every week ..."
Coach Gordon drew a sly smile on his lips, took instant coffee, and left comfortably.