Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 324 Super Return!Wordless anger...

He walked towards the office full of expectations. When he heard the entrance ceremony, he tilted his head and approached the scouts who were working. While everyone was stunned, he kept wiping his face with some unusually angry hands...

"...Houston ushered in Shane Battier's comeback today...They put JR-Smith on the bench...Super rookie Jermaine Taylor appeared at the starting shooting guard position...He is also one of the few bright spots on this team...Maybe Houston can use a defense to win the opener...But it depends on the opponent Howard agrees..."

He turned his head and left, and the sound of smashing trash cans in the corridor made many people swallow...

...

He looked up at the ceiling, and the silence around him made loneliness come like a tide...

It shouldn't be like this!
he thought of...

Where did I go wrong?

Where is the problem?
It's the same as last year, isn't it?
Scenes from last season came to mind...

He suddenly became sensitive and meticulous...

The scene in front of me is spinning rapidly...

big deal...

OJ-Mayo, Dragic…

Chandler…

Nick Young…

Team ban...

Then Yao Ming came back...

Finally, the highest honor in life - the best manager of the year...

The past is like smoke... While sighing, there is also a little spark...

A smiling face, an unforgettable memory...

It's just that behind those successes, there is always a smiling face, giving him the motivation to move forward when he needs it most...

There is always someone behind him silently supporting all of his...

...

her smile...

her tenderness...

Sometimes hypocritical...

Sometimes unreasonable trouble...

It's these... It's these insignificant things that really support his unstoppable source of power!
It was knowing that she would keep lights for him every day and night, that made him willing to wrong himself and work overtime and hard!

It is precisely because of the status of a small employee...

It was precisely because he felt that he was not worthy of her aloof and flawless status as a goddess superstar that made him desperately want to fulfill his dream...

Because that dream will bring him a balanced glory when he is with her...at least others will bless...not despise...

And when the balance was finally broken...it was too late to be together...but finally defeated by reality...

He mistakenly thought that feelings would be his "stumbling block", the opposite of his dream...

Only now did he understand that those ridiculous dreams... were her love for him, the dreams shared by the two of them...

From the moment she said the sentence: "Stay indefinitely...", one is indispensable, and the other will never be separated...

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The cruelest answer: It turned out that nothing has changed...but I have changed...I have become helpless...I have become cautious...I have become independent...I no longer have that magical ability...

I'm like a clown...

Living in a humble world without you...

gasping...

gasping for breath...

gasping for breath...

...

VCR…

"Shh... Dad fell asleep..."

"Poor dad works very hard every day... busy earning milk powder money for you!"

"Look, he threw his stinky socks around again... We have to teach him a lesson!"

In the camera, the creepy Scarlett secretly stuffed the sock into Ron's mouth...

Outside the camera, Ron finally showed a long-lost smile...

"This is your temporary home, isn't it crowded? It doesn't matter! From now on, the entire basketball court will be your home..."

"Baby, when do you think mom should tell dad about you? Hee hee...it depends on dad's performance!"

"You must remember, Dad will love you forever..."

For some reason, the tears that had been suppressed for a long time did not blow out as he imagined... He just showed a long-lost smile again...

Just relieved...

...

"Hello, the number you dialed is empty... Please check and dial again..."

Ron: "I've always been...I've been a goose...to make people think I'm worthy of you...I'll just do my best to wrong you...I wronged myself...With our child, I haven't been able to take good care of you...At that time, my mind seemed to be locked. I...I really care about you...You may not feel it...But my heart has always been..."

He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "They said they were with a female star, they saw the person in their dreams before going to sleep, but when they woke up they saw the ordinary...but I...but I saw eternity..."

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dong dong...

Ron woke up from his desk again, his eyes were inconsistent...

It's just that moment, suddenly it got sharper for no reason... like... like when you knocked on the door of the Toyota Center for the first time... like... like when Staples yelled at old Jerry Buss...

(Background: Super Basketball Manager is back!)

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"Jamil Nelson is so fast! He throws off that tall guard from Serbia and goes inside...Alley-oops! New Superman over old Superman! Howard is unstoppable!  …"

...

He couldn't believe that he could still sit comfortably in the office...

He stood up and rushed like a raging bull into the locker room...

In front of the aisle in the corridor, seeing Ron with sharp eyes and an aura of horror all over his body again, Adelman was so startled that his legs spread apart... almost collapsed to the side...

Ron didn't pay attention to him at all, strided forward, and went straight to the locker room with a crazy face...

Even around the locker room, all the media reporters saw this hacker who was not kind, and the kind person didn't come. Before he could pass the microphone, he was forced to retreat by his crazy eyes...

It's just that he stood in front of the locker room door as if he deliberately wanted to be interviewed, and gritted his teeth...

Outside the locker room of the [-]-game losing team, the nightclub music that makes people want to play even popped out...

And it's extra loud...

"Hey! Ron, one question, do you want these players to score more points, or to achieve a record-breaking twenty-game losing streak...or a theoretical bottoming out..."

"Excuse me, what is the reason for the low tide?"

"Excuse me…"

He turned his head, and suddenly Wen Er smiled: "Twenty consecutive losses? Yes, I lost on purpose...Listen clearly...Then there will be a record-breaking 34 consecutive victories! Just wait and see! Yes, I said it! You can write and read it however you want!"

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Loud club songs, like a party...

Celebrating my [-]-game losing streak...

He opened the locker room, thrust his waist, and slowly climbed up from the corner...

JR-Smith is like a club girl, standing on the table and twisting back and forth...

O'Neill and others were extremely happy, blowing hooligan whistles and booing...

Even the honest and friendly newcomers on weekdays were smiling, bobbing their heads back and forth following the music and rhythm... Cousins ​​even participated with his upper body naked, and his virtue made people laugh and cry...

You can only see this scene in the locker room from the last game of the 95 Finals, or the Rockets during the 22-game winning streak...

It's like they're not here to play ball... they're here to be funny...

Ron laughed unknowingly, picked up the bench beside him, and slammed it towards the nearby speakers...

"Boom boom boom..."

Three times in a row...

Even the chairs fell apart and the stereo was filled with the sound of electric current, he was merciless...

Everyone stared at Ron dumbfounded...

The faces of Barry Sr., Jermaine Taylor, David Anderson and others who experienced his suspension last season turned pale instantly... They were already twitching all over their bodies, just like the instinct when facing a beast...

JR-Smith originally squinted at each other, with a look of no love and proud head...

It's just that when Ron's eyes with a strong killing intent really stared at him, the old Barry's warning flashed in his mind inexplicably...

"Remember, don't provoke Ron, he has a hundred ways to play you to death..."

"Get off!" Ron yelled, pointing at him...

He still held his head up, but the moment he got down, he lost all confidence...

"And you!"

Cousins ​​spread his hands with an innocent expression...

"Is it fun to lose?" he yelled at Cousins...

Everyone was horrified...

"Are you happy to lose?" Continue to growl...

"No...not..." JR finally lowered his head...

"...Then what are you guys laughing about?" He opened his mouth and glanced around, making the whole atmosphere even more dignified. "Eighteen-game losing streak, it's awesome! It's so outdated... Iverson... right, Shaq..."

The two veterans swallowed for a while...

He casually threw the wooden stick in his hand (the chair was smashed, only the handle was left...) aside, he didn't know what it hit, and there was a crisp sound...

The surroundings began to be solemn... Everyone felt the pain of failure and repented endlessly...

Fear and grief filled the dressing room, listen carefully and you could hear some sobs and sighs...

Ron pointed to the ceiling, then nodded inexplicably...

"That's right... Losing the game sounds like it should be like this..."

He scanned everyone around, they looked at each other in blank dismay, in a daze...

I don't feel angry...

Ron angrily knocked the bucket of ice cubes on the tripod to the ground...

Then step on the ice cubes on the ground continuously with your feet...

"It's you guys! Do you understand! You're not just being kicked... You're being trampled like this... You're being trampled... Listen up... If you lose in the next game, the whole team will get out of here! Get out of me!"

Open the door, leaving the trembling people behind, and the media reporters outside the door with their hands clasped in a daze, leaving without looking back...

"You...you are too violent!" Brett knocked on the door and stood at the door, asked submissively...

"Violence? What day is the next game..." Ron didn't bother to explain to him, he just kept writing something quickly on the table...

"Weekend...we have 3 days of rare rest time..." The little fat brother joined in, it was a bunch of complicated addition, subtraction, multiplication and division of salary calculations...

"Oh! Prepare all the bargaining chips we can use..." He snorted and muttered comfortably, and then the sharp eyes reflected in his eyes, even Brett, who had been on business for so many days, was embarrassed...

"I want to trade, let's see how I get rid of some of the black sheep of the team! Let's see how I can bring the team back to life!"

　Four changes are complete!
　　"Eighteen-game losing streak, it's awesome! It's so outdated... Iverson... right, Shaq..."

　　
　
(End of this chapter)