This striker is a bit of a monster

Chapter 7 Miami University Tryouts
Zhou Lin talked about it, so he persuaded Misha not to cry. The two found a park bench nearby and sat down to discuss countermeasures.

After clearing up her emotions, Misha began to apologize to Zhou Lin: "Zhou, I didn't expect to encounter this situation. I couldn't control my emotions. I always thought that my father was the best man in the world, but he let I'm disappointed."

Zhou Lin felt that it would be difficult to apply to the University of Miami through Misha's father Jason, so he comforted Misha and said, "It's not your fault, but I think you should have a good chat with your father."

Misha rubbed her red and swollen eyes from crying, and said, "No matter what, I will recommend you to my father."

The two found a nearby hotel to stay in, and Misha was also planning to sort out her emotions and go to see her father Jason tomorrow.

But what Zhou Lin didn't expect was that before Misha found Jason, Jason came to the door before the two of them left the house.

And at that time, Misha, who was in a better mood, was chatting in Zhou Lin's room.

Misha is a warm, lively, cheerful and warm-hearted girl, besides, she is also pretty, and the chatterbox is opened up, and Zhou Lin will occasionally make a few jokes that are neither serious nor serious, to make Misha who is in a bad mood laugh.

"Misha!"

Misha's Jason suddenly appeared at the door of the room, which also made Zhou Lin feel a little panicked, but he didn't do anything when he thought about it.

"I'm going out first!"

Zhou Lin followed Misha tactfully.

He waited outside the door. Not long after Misha and his father talked inside, there was another violent quarrel.

But after a period of quarreling, the room fell into silence again.

"week!"

Misha called Zhou Lin, and Zhou Lin was sitting on a chair not far away. When he heard Misha's call, Zhou Lin immediately walked into the room.

"Young man, you want to go to the University of Miami and hope to get enough basketball scholarships next year?"

Jason looked at Zhou Lin and said directly.

"Yes."

Zhou Lin nodded.

Jason said with a half-smile: "But our University of Miami has never provided a Chinese with a basketball scholarship. Do you think you are good enough to beat thousands of American kids who want to join the University of Miami team?"

"father!"

Misha on the side said dissatisfiedly: "Nothing is static!"

"Okay, Misha."

Jason bowed his head to his daughter and said: "It is impossible for me to reject any young man who wants to join the team, let alone recommended by my daughter, young man, if you want to join the University of Miami, you must be good enough, and your resume supports Sorry, but I can make an exception and give you a chance."

Zhou Lin got into Jason's Ford car with Misha, and then drove directly to the University of Miami.

The University of Miami is a traditional NCAA prestigious school and one of the best universities in Florida. It also has a strong record in sports history and has trained many NBA players. Among them, Rick Barry in the early days of the world is the most famous, and that The free throw with the urinal in one hand is destined to be often mentioned by future generations.

However, the results in the league have not always been ideal, they can only be considered tepid, and they have not achieved any outstanding results in history.

Moreover, there are many strong teams in the ACC league at the University of Miami, and even entering the national competition in March Madness is a bit difficult.

You must know that in the ACC league, Duke University led by the old coach K, Jordan's alma mater, the University of North Carolina, which has won dozens of ACC league championships and several NCAA championships, has cultivated many NBA players, and has won two NCAA championships. The champion is North Carolina State University, the University of Maryland, and the two Virginia universities that joined the ACC league this year. They are not weak players. This division can be called the devil division.

Therefore, Jason is also very busy this holiday, and he needs to recruit enough players to support the University of Miami Hurricanes.

He is recruiting Marvin Williams, an outstanding graduate from Bray Morton High School. Although the latter seems to be more inclined to join Jordan's alma mater, the University of North Carolina, this year's recruitment work seems to have failed again.

If it wasn't for his daughter, he wouldn't waste even a second on the yellow-skinned child in front of him.

Jason led Zhou Lin to the training arena of the Hurricanes, and Zhou Lin would have an hour to show himself, although he didn't have any expectations for Zhou Lin, and even had some self-evident dislike.

He has long believed that this is a kid who eats soft food. Through his daughter, he just wants him to help him go to college. He has seen too many things that international students will do anything for their future.

However, as an assistant coach, he still arranged a test for Zhou Lin.

However, I walked away for a while because of something.

"It's so hard to get the approval of American coaches."

Zhou Lin realized Jason's perfunctory.

The last session was a one-on-one session between the team's trainer Tom and Zhou Lin.

In fact, this white trainer had the same attitude as Jason, but in the one-on-one session, Zhou Lin showed good scoring skills.

A swingman with a striker and guard of about two meters, he is a jack-of-all-trades player with many development directions.

Moreover, Zhou Lin's speed and strength are far superior to most of the high school senior players. If, regardless of the color of his skin, Tom would suggest Jason to study this young man carefully.

"Sorry kid, you're a long way from being an NCAA player, and one year isn't enough time for you to grow to that level."

Jason concluded that, in fact, he didn't care about the training process, and he would give such an answer anyway.

Zhou Lin was not surprised by this result, nodded and said, "Thank you!"

"Dad, he is a very good basketball player, you will regret it if you miss him!"

Misha said persistently.

"Stop messing around, Misha, go back to Virginia, I'll see you sometime."

Jason said coldly: "You have done enough for your little boyfriend. A man who needs help from a woman will not achieve anything."

"Misha, let's go."

Zhou Lin was too lazy to make fun of himself, and said, "Thank you for giving me the opportunity, Uncle Jason."

Seeing the backs of the two leaving, Tom suddenly said to Jason: "Jason, in fact, that kid's basketball skills are very good."

"He's not Yao Ming!"

Jason sneered.

After leaving the University of Miami, Zhou Lin was still in a low mood.

It is too difficult to gain the trust of Yankees, unless you show [-]% excellence, otherwise, they will always use your skin color as an excuse for rejection.

"I'm sorry, Zhou, I can't help you." Misha said a little downcast.

Zhou Lin shook his head and said, "I think it's a good thing to be able to visit the University of Miami."

Seeing that Misha was still unhappy, Zhou Lin said: "Well, let's go to the beach in Miami. I heard that the scenery there is beautiful, and I don't know if it's far away."

"Then let's eat first." Misha looked at her watch and said.

"What to eat?"

"I know there's a Chinese restaurant nearby."

The Chinese restaurant Misha was referring to was actually a noodle restaurant run by a Chinese. Miami is an international metropolis, so naturally if it is inclusive, it would not be surprising to have a noodle restaurant.

The two of them ordered a bowl of noodles while waiting.

A tall Chinese man walked into the noodle shop and said in a deep voice in Chinese: "Boss, here is a bowl of mixed sauce noodles."

Hearing the familiar accent, Zhou Lin turned his head and saw a familiar figure.

The man was half a head taller than himself, wearing a tracksuit with the Heat team logo on it, with a thin body, short black hair, many acne marks on his cheeks, and a bit lonely in his eyes.

"Big Zhi!"

Zhou Lin couldn't help shouting directly, but the next moment he realized his impoliteness, he said excitedly: "I'm not dreaming!"

Wang Zhizhi turned his head to see Zhou Lin, and asked, "Are you Chinese too?"

(End of this chapter)