Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 184 Dawn!

"Game over! The Houstonians took their two-game winning streak at Staples..."

"They're all around each other like they won the finals..."

"Although the process was ups and downs, there is no doubt that tonight belongs to Houston! It belongs to Mayo!"

"Yeah!"

When the cheering Rockets players pushed each other into the half-sized locker room, the reporters following the photo also got a knowing smile from the exaggerated atmosphere...

Mayo is surrounded by stars, and he himself has a rare smile that he has not seen for a long time...

"Everyone is laughing, everyone is very excited... Yes, they are trying to share their joy with everyone!" - The report sent back by Jonathan, the team reporter of the Houston Chronicle.

"There is no doubt that Mayo's just-right triple-double this time has won a lot of emotional points for voting for the upcoming All-Stars..."

"Many experts are not optimistic about him, because a month ago, he was still living on the bench in Memphis..."

"It's Ron, that magical Oriental manager! He seems to have magical powers, putting together many pieces of the jigsaw puzzle, making them shine brilliantly..."

"Oh, hell!" TNT's Barkley immediately expressed his opinion: "Houston has won again. That's right, they have achieved an impressive record of 5 wins and 1 loss since the Eastern manager took office... They also won championship favorites like the Lakers and Nuggets..."

"Hey, why are you so scared to hear the news of the Rockets' victory?" Kenny Smith beamed with joy, "What? You don't care! Fart! I still clearly remember the bold words that someone is about to kiss the ass of a donkey again..."

Barkley was overjoyed at the side, and the whole staff burst into laughter...

"Okay, my God! But 15 wins and 24 losses, the Houstonians still have a long way to go... Everyone knows that in the West, a 60% winning rate is not necessarily good! Ron, I know you are also watching, don't get too complacent, we will wait and see..."

Kenny is already smiling...

Gimmick...gimmick...gimmick...

The wild gimmicks filled the major media and social networks for a while, such as "Red Miracle", "Dynasty Nightmare", etc., and the Aerospace City at this time was also in a frenzy for these two victories...

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"I think today's game is the best game we have played so far!" Many fans in the Toyota Center Plaza were interviewed and said ecstatically: "You know, people will lose their direction in the face of desire and pride, but they didn't. Although the process was a bit unexpected, they still relied on the team to take over the game perfectly..."

"Who is your favorite player in this game?"

"There is no doubt! Of course it is OJ-Mayo!" A little fan pulled off his jacket, and the red No. 23 Rockets jersey filled him with pride... "He can shoot and assist his teammates to score. He is very humble and low-key..."

"He is simply great! He is my favorite star since Tracy McGrady!" His father also said to the reporter with a proud expression.

"Will you vote for him as an All-Star?" the reporter asked again.

"Uh... yes! I promise!"

"Our whole family, one person, one vote!" said the excited little fans.

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"You know, when I received Ron's message for the first time, my God! We miraculously won two consecutive victories from the Staples Center...you can't guess the joy in my heart..." Olajuwon smacked in front of the reporter with high spirits.

"What? Your managers are going to send you text messages? (The implication is to report)" The female reporter showed admiration...

"That's right! Hehe!" Olajuwon's face was not red and his heart was not beating, and the cowhide was already flying in the sky: "Many resolutions were discussed by the two of us alone in a secret office... But if you must find out, ask where it is, hehe, I can take you there alone..."

"Really?" The young and beautiful female reporter blushed suddenly: "I hate..."

There was laughter at the scene.

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"Few people can get away from Staples... and he miraculously defeated the defending champion Lakers with Kobe Bryant, and then sank the Clippers in a false alarm in back-to-back away games with ups and downs..." The news tirelessly repeated it, people repeated it, and the Internet was like a jubilant red ocean...

In a corner of the Toyota Center, a certain Chinese giant, one side green and the other pale, happy and worried at the same time.

The good news is that without him, the team not only defeated the thriving Lakers in two back-to-back games at Staples in Los Angeles, but also defeated the Clippers without bloodshed. The situation is very good...

The worry is that he still doesn't know when he will be able to play...

Although he has more confidence in his heart than before, but the guy next to him wearing a sparse Taoist robe and a dignified face is really messing around...

(The Hermit Qing Weasel is taking a nap...)
Snapped!The Taoist priest suddenly burst his nightgown on the tip of his nose, rubbed his eyes and stretched...

"Huh!"

He sneaked a glance at the game highlights played back and forth on the wall, and nodded solemnly: "Pindao just made a fortune in a dream, and the boys finally implemented my policy of 'encircling the spot to fight for aid' and 'encircling Wei to save Zhao'. Look! Pindao made a small plan and won two consecutive victories..."

"Pfft..." Yao Ming's contemptuous eyes almost exploded, and his heart twitched.

Master, you are so stinky and shameless!
"Hehe, obviously, you look good!..."

"Master, what are you going to do again! You've been dancing "The Girl of Tianzhu" all afternoon like a madman. I beg you to put on a few pictures of 'Peerless Magic Medicine', or some peerless inner strength, so that Sajia can play the game as soon as possible! The team needs me! If I don't play, my youth will be blown away by the wind..."

"Okay, okay! I can't screw you... Remember, there is no failure in youth! Let me tell you! Remember..."

Seeming to be very powerful, Yao Ming swallowed for a while, followed by his palms together...

"He!" Qing Weasel Hermit roared very rigorously.

"Lo?"

"Aha!" is still eclectic.

"Aha?" (Word changed?)

"Heaha!"

"Heaha?"

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"Lotus~~~Lotus~~~The beauty of the West Lake, God in March~~~Spring rain is like wine, willows are like smoke~~~ Not far away to meet..."

Depend on!The Ox-nosed Paper Taoist has another album...

Yao Ming silently practiced "Five Animals"...

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In any case, everything is going in the right direction...

Back at the Staples Center, when the bearded Baron Davis couldn't hide his loss and ran to the locker room sadly, it made all the Los Angeles media reporters feel sad...

In the huge arena, the bustling spectators have dispersed, leaving only the handsome guy with the number 0 on his back and a mohawk, watching the replay repeatedly and unwilling to leave...

Not reconciled, this is the first time this season to represent the Clippers...

In 12 minutes of playing time, scored 15 points...

Efficiency value +25…

Losing before the finish line is obviously a heavy blow.

Nick Young always wore his innocent smile, unwilling to leave for a long time, standing in the field watching the replays from every angle on the big screen, wanting to confirm whether every goal at the last moment was valid...

Not reconciled...happy basketball will eventually be frustrated...

But for some reason, he didn't want to leave even a single step...

Nigro expressed regret at the press conference after the game, "This is the most painful loss of the season, because I see that the players are developing in a good direction... We feel that we are almost winning."

It's bound to be an unforgettable night...

He was not reconciled to the fact that his few opportunities to compete ended in this way...

He was still smiling, but in a desolate way...

"manager…"

"Hush..." Ron looked at Nick Yang's position, feeling pity for no reason...

"Lisa, you go first! I still have something to do..."

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Step by step, he walked towards the obsessed boy whose whole body was almost trembling...

How much this guy has a heart that loves basketball!

"Hi! Nick!" Ron hesitated for a long time, but reached out to say hello...

"Hehe... I'm sorry! Sir... the ball game is over..." He turned his head and smiled with narrowed eyes...

"I know...I...I just..." Faced with this hypocritical smile, Ron felt a little sorry for him, and the joy of two consecutive victories disappeared in an instant...

"Hehe...I'm sorry! Sir, I want to be here alone...I hope you..." He laughed even more miserably...

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"Aren't you reconciled? Nick?" Ron uttered a sigh from the bottom of his heart...

He didn't speak, just turned his head stubbornly...

When I was young, I thought I could do everything, but when I grew up, I was crushed by reality...

I hear the longing for basketball, I see my passion for basketball...

I used to feel pain, hate, resentment, and give up. In the days when I couldn’t play, I felt that happiness abandoned me...

How can there be dreams if there is no hope?How can I achieve my dream?

Please try to believe and work hard toward your dreams again and again!Don't put your head down!do not give up!
Don't be afraid of the disappearance of youth and don't believe in pure dreams!
I am moved by your persistence!I'll be by your side and watch you achieve your dreams one day...

You will, one day, you will be the most powerful star in everyone's heart...

"... put away that false and escapist smile...Youth needs some tears to embellish it! Cry! What's wrong with crying? Cry loudly! After crying! Do it again!"

Ron's words from the heart made the paranoid boy in front of him no longer able to hide the pain in his heart. He trembled all over, swaying the tears of youth passionately, and finally drew a perfect end to the whole game...

"咈...咈..." He raised his head to look at the hazy sky, and the clouds cleared and the fog cleared in an instant...

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"Thank you..." He took the handkerchief from Ron, and was slightly surprised by the bright red LOGO in the lower right corner...

"Excuse me, who are you?" He didn't care to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and turned his head to look at Ron who was showing a gratified smile...

"Well... finally vented!" Ron smiled jokingly, and then his eyes flickered: "Nick, you can pack your luggage now..."

"What?" He was taken aback, his brows were furrowed...

Ron walked towards the exit of the arena, very satisfied with the latter's surprise.

"I said, you can pack your everything... a few hours ago, I bought you from the Clippers..."

He turned around, his eyes sharp. "You're a Houstonian now, Nick! Enjoy the journey!"

"Oh, by the way..." He suddenly smiled strangely again: "By the way, thank your manager for helping me... He made us earn at least three times!"

Houston... Rockets? !Nick Yang was surprised and delighted, and suddenly realized that the yellow-skinned oriental man just now looked so familiar...

I go!It was Ron!
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