NBA: I'm really the Chosen One

Chapter 25 Coincidence
"Hit me, use your kung fu, I heard from Sean that you really want to hit me too, I'm sorry, you can do it." Stoudemire spit out all the words in one brain, and then closed his eyes calmly. on the eyes.

"This matter has nothing to do with you, and I don't like violence." Li Zheng patted Xiao Si on the shoulder, "Train well."

"Hey, if Li hadn't been for me, you wouldn't have done it either," Xiaosi bit his lip and said, he was really guilty in his heart, and Li Zheng's generosity made this guilt multiply.

"Teammates don't mean they are your friends, and your friends may not be your enemies." Li Zheng said calmly, and he had this feeling from the first day he became teammates with Roy, especially when they were both friends. In the case of competitors, the best friend is also the worst enemy.

"I don't understand, it's good that you are not so angry, hey, although I did some bastard things, but I know you are a good person." Stoudemire sighed, "I don't know how you can bear that feeling of isolation. Yes, I was really depressed at the time, and I was also afraid that someone would tell these things, I should learn from you and stay sober."

"You are also a good person, play well, stay focused, and don't waste your talent." Li Zheng said with some seriousness.

Stoudemire nodded, walked back to the locker room and put on his training clothes to start training. He felt that Li Zheng was a bit like his elder brother, as strict and upright, but Li Zheng's age might be due to his mature temperament and reliable behavior Let yourself feel a sense of convincing.

If Iverson allowed himself to train well, Marbury asked himself to pass more penalties, and Odom asked himself to focus. Stoudemire shook his head, then he probably wouldn't be able to listen to a word.

Li Zheng moved his body. After his superb performance against Lithuania a few days ago, his Achilles tendons, elbows, and shoulders all felt faint soreness, and his muscles were also a little stiff. Slam dunks come at a cost, and he's still just flesh and blood.

Li Zheng continued his shooting practice, but he had a feeling of being watched. He looked up to the stands, but no one was there, but the feeling not only did not dissipate, but became stronger.

"Did he see us?" Rich Paul said guiltily.

"I can't get it, I really can't get it, I bought a hotel surveillance camera, and no one has been to his room except for the cleaning staff," the candid reporter said wearily, watching the big news all night, but Li Zheng was just shooting, Dribble, shoot, and repeat. Going back to the hotel at night is not like those guys going out to be cool, but close the door until dawn and repeat those mechanical training.

It's so boring. This guy is really not an asshole like Rich Paul said, or even if he is an asshole, he is better than now. Li Zheng is not newsworthy now. Who the hell wants to see pictures of a college player training every day!
"Rich, I've been following you for three days. I even installed pinholes in the toilet, so I can't take pictures of what you said. Really, I'm tired." The sneak camera reporter said desperately.

"No! You can't leave early! If you don't get anything useful to shoot, then what we have preached in the media will get us into big trouble!" Rich Paul said angrily, grabbing the sneak camera reporter by the neck.

"That's your business, Rich." The sneak camera reporter showed an evil smile, "Of course, if there is enough pay, I will sacrifice my precious time."

"How much do you want?" Rich Paul asked coldly.

"Thirty." The candid reporter stretched out three fingers, "24 hours, if he is like you said, I'm just filming, it's impossible to film something that didn't happen."

"Deal." Rich Paul sighed and said that he was deceived by this guy. He said that there were some black material photos of Li Zheng. After thinking about it, he realized that he was too impatient, so he hurriedly asked this guy to follow and secretly take pictures of Li Zheng, hoping to get the black material that he could really produce, but unfortunately, he found nothing.

Rich Paul has never believed that any man can resist these temptations, even a good man like James needs him to deal with the funeral occasionally, he believes that Li Zheng is just doing enough covertly, and he is now tied to that guy , and use some other means at all costs.

"LeBron, didn't you say that you want to arrange a team gathering? I have already arranged it, do you want to take a look?" Rich Paul picked up his mobile phone and communicated with James.

"Will Lee come?" James asked after a long silence.

"Yes, he said he will come. I will make arrangements tonight. It may cost a larger amount of money. I will give you the bill then." Rich Paul said with a smile.

"It doesn't matter, let's have a higher standard. You arrange it, and I still have to train." After James finished speaking, he hung up the phone, and Rich Paul let out a sigh of relief, hoping that he would not have to use this dangerous method.

A day later, another shocking scandal broke out on the U.S. team. The photo of Li Zheng hugging left and right was truthfully taken and appeared on the middle page of slam. A person familiar with the matter broke the news that they found the unrestrained Li Zheng in the box and took a photo of him. After downloading a few photos, they were warned and threatened by several bodyguards, and then they chose to sell the photos to "slam".

This scandal made the U.S. team's game against Argentina full of suspense. Whether Li Zheng, who performed well in the previous rounds, will be suspended or completely abandoned has become a hot topic among fans.

"Who is it?" Larry Brown said calmly, like the dead silence before a volcanic eruption.

"It's just a coincidence, Coach Brown, I really didn't expect it." James got up and said apologetically, "I can clarify for Li, those guys are some disgusting candid reporters who just borrowed their seats to take pictures. There was only one Coke at the party and he was innocent."

"What about you? You are also innocent? Did those flesh and blood pour wine for you? And then happened to drop your clothes on the floor? Is there anything else?" Larry Brown looked at the others.

The people around lowered their heads guiltily. Yesterday’s situation was really special. Rich Paul called many top models from Miami. They had beautiful voices and explosive bodies. Not to mention those who love to play, even a sullen guy like Duncan He didn't hold back, and Wade was one against five. Without this little episode, this would be a perfect party.

"As LeBron said, it was just a coincidence. The two women just passed by Lee, and then a drunk came in, and then he took a few photos. We will help Lee clarify after the game." Iverson He explained, "Li, the media is like this. The image they create is completely different from the real you. Don't pay attention to those things. No one will believe what you say now. Winning the game is the best response."

"Yeah, Coach Brown, it wasn't intentional, forget it."

"Hey, we're about to play a game, why are you still discussing this kind of thing? Just clarify it with the media, it's not a big deal."

"Lee may be more traditional, Asians seem to have to get married"

"Shut up!" Larry Brown yelled loudly, and then he looked at the calm Li Zheng. It's rare to have such a calm mind in the face of criticism. As for the so-called coincidence?It's just that now it can only be a coincidence, and it must be a coincidence.

The revelations on the eve of the game, and the pressure like a tsunami. Do they really feel that they are old enough to retire?Larry Brown's eyes were gloomy and fierce, and he had to make a liquidation, otherwise Popovich would not be able to handle this mess at all.

(End of this chapter)