from the golden generation

Chapter 208 Training
Yan Song was moved by what the Rockets did at home, and Yan Song waved his hand for a long, long, long time...

It seems that not all are desperately working on the court, but there are also people who are worldly.

Everyone on the plane was thinking about the lessons learned from the game.

"If I'd played harder the first few quarters, we should have won it."

Yan Song still had thoughts about the game, when he subconsciously stretched out his hand to pinch his sister's face.

But his hand touched a piece of air, but Yan Song didn't touch anything.

"Huh? Ah! Forgot, my sister is still in school."

Yan Song suddenly realized, it seemed that she was very stupid.

Should I say it or not, the little girl has been with me for so long, and he is not here, I am really not used to it.

Thinking of this, Yan Song would think of how his sister and parents are doing.

He wasn't worried about his parents, but just worried about whether his sister would have a good life.

Every time Yan Song thinks of this, he hates his parents, why did he abandon himself and his sister.

Will abandon and why he gave birth to himself, Yan Song has no voice to get a reasonable explanation, parents are strangers, this feeling is really good.

If possible, Yan Song really wanted to chat with them and ask them what they were thinking at the time.

The next day.

New York City.

In the early morning, Yan Song came to the arena early, and when he entered the gate, he saw his teammates forming a group, not knowing what they were doing there.

"Why that? No training?"

Saying that, Yan Song put his backpack away, and when it was finished, Yan Song saw that they were still gathered together and went to check.

"what's the situation?"

Yan Song approached and saw that everyone had their arms around their waists and their eyes were closed.

After waiting for a while, everyone opened their eyes and exhaled together.

Yan Song was taken aback and asked in doubt.

"What are you doing? Praying?"

"No, we are just meditating. Because of yesterday's failure in the game, we reflect like this every time before training."

When Houston said this, Yan Song clicked his tongue and pulled his face down.

"Just these two strokes? Still meditating, no matter how hard you work, you won't lose."

Yan Song just spoke up when he had something to say, Ewing and the others felt uncomfortable listening, but there was nothing wrong with what he said.

That's the way it is, the game is lost because of arrogance.

What kind of meditation they do like this makes Yan Song feel a little hypocritical and useless at all.

If you really feel wrong, you only need to reflect once.

Sometimes, a reflection from the heart is infinitely stronger than those who have falsified tens of thousands of times.

In addition, it is not only necessary to reflect, Yan Song thinks that everyone should be more conscious.

You see, Yan Song has matured a lot after a season of tempering, isn't he?Now he will also go on different occasions.

Know when to be jealous and when to be honest.

...

After losing to the Rockets, on the 20th, the Knicks have an away game against the Eagles.

Speaking of the Hawks, they also broke into the playoffs last season, but unfortunately lost in the face of Jordan.

They are a good team, they have an inside defensive gate, Uncle Mu, Mutombo.

How about the relationship between Uncle Mu and Yan Song, they are both from Georgetown University.

However, Uncle Mu was born in 1966 and is now in his 30s.

And Yan Songna is still young and young.

Of course, it is impossible for the two to release water during the game.

Yan Song looked at Uncle Mu's profile information.

Height: 218cm
Armspan: 231cm
Weight 118kg

All the values ​​are good, but in terms of weight, the only person Yan Song admires is O'Neill.

That's a meaty tank, whoever defends it will be enlightened.

With that size bumping into you, Yan Song felt that the defender's bones would fall apart.

The day before the game.Yan Song is still singled out with his teammates.

"Next!"

With a big wave of Yan Song's hand, Childs has just been brushed off by him, who should be replaced next?
Yan Song scanned one by one, and the three Chriss were all defeated, and Ewing and Houston were all brushed off.

Now, only Oakley Johnson has not been defeated.

But the two just couldn't sit up, even if their teammates coaxed them, they were indifferent.

Just kidding, I will be subjected to their aggressive methods, and you don't look at who our brothers are, Knicks double-forwards.

Yan Song and Houston are two guns in the backcourt, and they also have a combination.

After a while, five people still answered.

Seeing this situation, Yan Song pursed his lips on purpose and said in a haughty tone.

"Hey, a group of people have been swiped all over, and there are still people who dare not challenge me one-on-one. Cut it, it's too low."

Yan Song's acting skills are very poor in the public performances, oh no, it is very poor, it's like reciting lines, there is no emotional charm at all.

Yan Song saw that it was useless for him to mock them, and no one answered his questions.

"Fuck, I won't take a break."

Yan Song just sat down, but Houston picked up the ball with a smile and shouted.

"Who is here to fight the bull with me?"

After speaking, Charles stood up.

"I'll come, I'll come."

The two left together, Yan Song's face darkened a little.

Grandma, I asked someone to single you out, but now I am sitting down to rest and you are going to fight the bull.

Yan Song's teeth were itchy, but he was suddenly sleepy and fell asleep.

...

in a dream.

Yan Song is standing in a dark alley, opposite to you there is a boy crying.

There is also a man and a woman whose faces are not clear, Yan Song is extraordinarily awake in the dream, and reaches out to touch and try to touch.

But his hand pierced through, and Yan Song seemed to touch something illusory.

Yan Song was a little flustered, and then walked quickly to the boy, he wanted to hug himself, embrace himself more than ten years ago.

I can no longer remember what I looked like when I was a child, there are actually three white faces in the dark alley...

"Yan Song! Yan Song!"

"Go home!"

Suddenly, Yan Song heard the shouts of his teammates, Yan Song gradually regained his senses and watched Houston slapping himself in the face.

Just as Yan Song was about to speak, Houston spoke first.

"You can really sleep, it's time to go home."

As he said that, Houston showed Yan Song his watch, and Yan Song looked at the time, ejected directly, and shouted.

"I forgot to pick up my sister!"

Shouting, Yan Song didn't even care about his backpack, and was about to run outside when he got up.

When he was about to run to the door, he was stopped by Houston again.

"I forgot to tell you. David is back. Your sister has already received it. You can just go home."

After saying that, Yan Song took off his shoes and chased after Houston.

Houston felt bad and turned around and ran away.

But the arena is so big, where can I go?
"Yes, the lounge."

Houston ran into the break room and locked the door.

Houston just breathed a sigh of relief, but watched as the door of the lounge was directly dismantled.

"Your sister, break the door and come in, it's not possible."

Houston uttered the last word of surprise, the next second.

I don't know how many times I was hit by Yan Song with his sneakers...

(End of this chapter)