I'm not really a brutalist striker

Chapter 27 27. Young man, you can't grasp it!Suter: "No! Coach! I can!"

"Ding~It is detected that the host has completed a career milestone, scoring 30+*The career gift box is being distributed~(1/1)"

"Score 30+* The career gift box has been distributed to the system backpack, please pay attention to check the host~"

At the end of the game, when Suter and his teammates hugged each other and excitedly celebrated this hearty victory, the system's unemotional electronic voice sounded in his mind.

"Life gift box?!"

Hearing the sound of the system, the already excited Suter's eyes lit up. He opened the system interface immediately and checked his personal backpack.

Discovering that the career gift box released by the system was lying in the backpack at this time, Su Te's heart was scratched like a cat scratching repeatedly.

The appearance of the career gift box looks purple-gold. Although I don't know what the career gift box can open, but just by looking at the appearance, I know that this thing must be very rare!
"This thing is priceless at first glance! I don't know what good things can be opened this time!"

Rubbing his palms together excitedly, Suter couldn't wait to return to the locker room from the player tunnel to see what the career gift box could open.

"The system released a career gift box with a score of 30+*. Seeing this, it seems that the system will automatically issue some rewards when you reach a career milestone?"

"Since there is a career gift box with 30+ points, then there should be 40+50+ and 60+??"

"Hi~"

Su Te took a breath, and for a moment, he seemed to have found his next motivation.

"It stands to reason that if there is a scoring career gift box, rebounds, assists, steals and blocks should also be rewarded."

"However, in the last game against the Pistons, I grabbed ten rebounds, but the system did not issue any rewards. It seems that if you want to get a career gift box, there should be a minimum standard for all statistics."

"The minimum standard for known score data is 30+. I don't know if the minimum standard for other data is too exaggerated."

"15 rebounds? Or 20 rebounds?"

Shaking his head to dispel the thoughts in his mind, Suter looked excitedly at Stotts, who was embracing and signaling with Warriors coach Musselman, and for the first time he could not wait to return to the locker room.

"Hey, don't you guys want to pee your pants, why do you look anxious!"

"It happens that I also want to release water, how about together?"

Putting his arm on Suter's shoulder, Stephen Jackson leaned his head over and said meanly.

Although Stephen Jackson only scored 13 points on the offensive end in this game, he sent a career-high 12 assists and 4 steals.

The data of 13 points, 5 rebounds, 12 assists and 4 steals made Stephen Jackson look very dazzling. Those who didn't know it thought it was a historical point guard like Stockton who played this data.

After all, today's NBA hasn't ushered in a blowout in various statistics like the small ball era in later generations. It is definitely a very shocking thing that the swingman position can send 12 assists in a single game.

You know, even the super shooting guard Kobe Bryant's current record of assists in a single game is only 14 times.

And it was just won from the Jazz last season. In his seven-year career, Kobe has only played 14 assists in a single game once.

Turning his head, Suter glanced at Stephen Jackson absently, and took a quick glance at Jackson's lower body by the way.

"I advise you to get rid of this idea, I'm afraid you'll feel inferior!"

"Grass!"

Jackson couldn't help but raised his middle finger, and secretly glanced at Suter out of the corner of his eye.

"Don't worry about it, I usually wrap it around my waist, otherwise it would be too much of a hindrance during the game."

"Hey, no need to explain, I understand!"

Jackson pushed Suter with an expression that I understand, and it looked so wretched and wretched.

"???"

Three question marks appeared above his head. Su Te didn't know what this guy knew!
"Come on, let's go back."

The voice of the head coach Terry Stotts came from the ear, and Suter's feet were like butter and he was about to flee in an instant.

But before Suter walked into the player tunnel, a charming and enchanting voice came from behind him.

For a moment, Su Te felt that he had regained his spirit immediately, as if he had just started a bloody rage, and even his blood began to boil vaguely.

"Wait a minute, vulture, is it convenient for an interview?"

Looking along the sound, Su Te saw a hot reporter standing in front of him.

The long brown hair has a hint of wave, and the short business attire that can only cover the thighs makes people unable to help but imagine.

The voice of the female reporter not only attracted the attention of Suter, who was about to return to the locker room, but also assistant coach Mike Woodson.

Looking up and down the reporter with a very "honest gentleman" gaze, Woodson immediately put on a smile, and stretched out his hand to push Suter who was like a wooden stake in front of him.

"Boy, this kind of post-match interview opportunity is usually treated as a star treatment. This is a good thing for you. You must take advantage of this opportunity!"

"Don't be nervous when facing the camera. This is our home court, and we strive to show ourselves more to the outside world through the camera."

After each game, there are usually some reporters on the sidelines to interview the players who performed well.

Similar to this kind of post-match interview, players at the level of "Shark" O'Neal basically depend on their mood. When they are in a good mood, they brag more to the camera.

When he was in a bad mood, he turned his head and left like sending a beggar, without giving these reporters any face.

However, there are only a few stars like O'Neal who are at the top of the league. This kind of post-match interview opportunity is definitely a channel to increase exposure for a rookie player like Suter.

"Understood, coach."

"I will try my best to hold it, but it's a bit too big, I don't know if I can hold it."

Hearing this, Mike Woodson, who was originally relieved, suddenly became strange.

Couldn't help turning his head to glance at the "turbulent" mountain of the female reporter, Woodson subconsciously touched his oily bald head.

"Young man, it's easy for you to fail to grasp the opportunity, or else I'll come this time?"

"No! Coach! I can!"

"I won't bother you this time, I'll do it myself!"

Feeling the eyes of Suter and Mike Woodson repeatedly looking at her, the female reporter was not only unmoved, but also deliberately brushed her hair with her hand.

"So, can we begin now?"

"Gollum!"

Glancing at Bo Tao reluctantly, Woodson reached out and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"You kid is really lucky!"

"I'm a little thirsty, so I won't accompany you for now. Just go back to the locker room after the interview. The team will wait for you there."

Smiling and nodding, at this moment, Su Te suddenly felt that the career gift package didn't seem to be so urgent? !

"Aren't you in a hurry to pee, vulture!"

"Why doesn't it look like you're in a hurry now?"

Compared with the reluctant Mike Woodson, Stephen Jackson on the side looked even more unbearable, staring straight at the reporter, almost reaching out to wipe off the water stains at the corners of his mouth.

"When did I ever say I needed to pee?"

"Have you ever seen a man with good kidneys urgent to urinate!"

"If you're really in a hurry, run over quickly, but don't pee on the road!"

Suter patted Stephen Jackson on the shoulder with a serious face.

"No, no, I'm not in a hurry!"

"As a good brother, I will stand aside and wait for you!"

Jackson stepped aside consciously, however, his two eyes kept staring straight at this side.

(End of this chapter)