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Chapter 766
Medved practiced without worry, he was the most optimistic man in the center of St. Olaf.Because he is a rookie, and he does not have a clear concept of the current situation of the team.

Even, he didn't know they were playing in the playoffs.

"You don't fucking want to make up your own mind, just do what I say, don't mess around!" Solomon would get angry at Medved three to five times a day on average.

Medved accepted Solomon's education humbly every time, and then refused to change after repeated admonitions.

After serving as Medved's personal trainer, Solomon's blood pressure increased a lot.

"Son of the Long Deer, why did you piss off the coach again?" Vashabek's behavior sounded like selflessness, but it sounded like adding insult to injury.

Medved shot him an angry look, signaling him to mind his own business.

Vashabek's favorite thing to do is to meddle in Medved's business: "The boss should have told you that the coach's health is not good."

"I know! Do you have such time?" Medved reminded him not to talk too much.

Medved said: "You represent the long deer family here, and I must take care of you."

"No need! I don't have a Stank friend like you!" Medved directly rejected Vashabek.

"Even if you're not a Stroller, as your teammate, it's right to help you. This is what the boss told me." Vashabek said righteously.

Human nature is inherently evil, and Vashabek usually doesn't show his face, but when he really meets someone who makes him want to repair it, he will behave in a chilling manner.

Vashabek has used 90% of his life's cruelty on Medved, so Vashabek has always been a good man to the outside world. Only a few people such as Medved know what a monster he is.

"What's the matter with those two African guys? They're noisy all day, and they're not allowed to rest?" Ukic had just finished training when he heard a movement not far away.

Simeon smiled and said, "Is this normal? If those two people don't quarrel, I'm really not used to it."

"What's the point, it's so noisy! I have to make them quiet." Ukic stood up and walked towards the noisy African duo.

"It's break time now, can you go somewhere else if you want to argue?" Ukic asked with a smile.

Vashabek said: "Rocco, I said this guy's shooting is not standard, right?"

Medved yelled: "Damn the son of Stank! Even the coach didn't say that about me, why do you say that?"

Ukic was dumbfounded. He obviously came to make these two guys withdraw their money, so why did he become a referee instead?
"Rocco, when did you become a referee?" Simeon asked jokingly.

Ukic also wanted to know: "I don't care who is right and who is wrong..."

Before he finished speaking, Medved interrupted him: "This matter must be right or wrong, I have always trained like this, if this is wrong, then haven't I been doing wrong training all the time? Isn't all my hard work in vain?"

As if stuck in a quagmire, Ukic's top priority is not to shut up these two weirdos, but how to stay out of it.

Why did I come to provoke these two guys?Ukic regretted it.

"Even if you train with the wrong posture, it doesn't mean that your training is worthless. You have developed the touch, you just need to change your shooting posture." Vashabek said that he thought he was professional like a shooting coach insights.

Medved grabbed Ukic: "You criticize, why does the son of Stank say that my shooting posture is wrong? How can he say that I must change the shooting posture?"

"You should go to White Wolf for this kind of thing, he can rule."

Ukic had an idea and found the pot receiver.

Simien sat there and watched Ukić's joke, "Do you still want those two guys to shut up? I very much support you in doing so."

"Forget it, only White Wolf and the coach can shut them up!"

Ukic can't be provoked, but he can hide. Although he is a veteran of the team for three or four years, he doesn't have the prestige of Bai Jidong Hardaway. Tell them what they say, they may not listen.

This is the human heart, everyone is willing to follow the strong, and Ukic is obviously not the strong.

The African duo brought their quarrel to Bai Weidong, asking him to give a fair evaluation.

"What are you doing? Are you singing Errenzhuan?" Bai Jidong asked with a smile.

Medved said: "The son of Stank said that my shooting posture is wrong and I should change my shooting posture." "Yes, his shooting posture is completely wrong. I have never seen such an ugly shooting posture." What Shabek said made Bai Weidong's eyes brighten.

Have you ever seen an uglier one?I thank you for Marion, Martin and others.

"Then what do you think? How is your shooting posture?" Bai Jidong asked Medvedev.

"Good!" Medved said excitedly: "The word good is actually not enough to describe my posture. I mean good, very good, first-class good, the best."

"Then I have nothing to say." Bai Jidong said. "There is no absolute standard shooting posture in this world. No matter how ugly the posture is, as long as you can throw the ball in, then there is no problem."

"There are 1 shooting postures for [-] people. It is impossible to find an absolutely standard posture. The most important thing is to suit yourself." Bai Jidong's words reached Medved's heart.

Medved laughed and said, "I knew I was right! Son of Stenk, you can shut up!"

When Medved walked away, Vashabek asked, "Boss, why don't you let him change?"

"Why did you ask him to change it?" Bai Jidong asked back.

"His posture is irregular." Vashabek didn't mean to make things difficult for Medved.

"There is no absolute standard shooting. Do you think Sean Marion is standard? Do you think Kevin Martin is standard? The important thing is not whether the standard is not standard, but whether the shot is comfortable or not." Bai Jidong said.

"He is different from you. You are a forward, he is a center, and he can never shoot outside the paint." Bai Jidong resolved Vashabek's confusion.

Vashabek suddenly realized, but he also had his own opinion.

"But wouldn't it be better for him to have a consistent shot?"

"You're right, it's better to be able to shoot, but it doesn't have to be, let this kind of thing take its course, I believe he will practice shooting." Bai Jidong said.

Although Vashabek often mocks and makes things difficult for Medved, everything he does is from Medved's point of view, which is beneficial to him.

As for what Medved thinks, Vashabek doesn't care, and he doesn't care what Medved thinks of him.

"With a compatriot like you, Bourne must have saved the world in his previous life." Bai Jidong likes to joke, especially this kind of innocuous joke.

Medved is a likable guy, his talent is so good, the speed of improvement is like a train.

The more this is the case, the more there must be someone to supervise and supervise.

Vashabek is the most suitable candidate. The two come from the same place, and they are born on the wrong path, just like Sakuragi Hanamichi and Rukawa Kaede.

After training for a whole day, Bai Jidong drove back home, he heard the barking of the black wolf and goodbye.

Bai Jidong opened the door with his fingerprints, and the black wolf pounced on him, and Bai Jidong held it in his arms: "Good dog!"

Goodbye kept scratching Bai Jidong's calf with his paws, wanting him to soak in the rain and dew.Bai Jidong had no choice but to squat down, use both hands together, and stroke a dog's head with one hand.

"Father..." Bai Lingyun called out loudly.

Bai Jidong waved his hands like a monster and grabbed Bai Lingyun and turned around, "Do you miss Dad?"

"Think!" Bai Lingyun replied childishly.

"Are you good at home?" Bai Jidong asked again.

"Good boy!" Bai Jidong loved his little milk voice to death.

"Since Ling Yun is so obedient, what reward do you want?" Bai Jidong asked.

"Play with daddy."

This question makes Bai Jidong feel lost.

Over the years, because of doing activities and playing games all the year round, he has neglected his family, and even the nanny Wendy spends several times as much time with the children as he does.

"What do you want to eat?" Chu Meng put Bai Jun on the sofa.

Bai Jidong put down his things and picked up Bai Qinghuan who was in the crib.

"Forget it, I have no appetite."

"What's wrong?" In order to recover the energy consumed during training, Bai Jidong gave himself extra meals every night.

Unless he has no appetite, generally no appetite = no mood, so Chu Meng guessed that Bai Jidong had encountered something unhappy.

"Honey, am I too incompetent as a father?" Bai Jidong gently pinched his daughter's face.

Chu Meng asked, "Why do you say that?"

"When every child is as old as Ling Yun, there is a father by his side, but I am not there every day. I feel that I have failed as a father." Bai Jidong said dejectedly.

Chu Meng touched Bai Jidong's face: "Don't ever think that way, I will let the children know what a great father they have."

"When they are a little older, I will take them to watch your game. I believe they will be proud of you." Chu Meng said.

The greatest comfort often comes from family members.

Bai Jidong pursed his lips, "I'm suddenly hungry." "What do you want to eat?" Chu Meng asked softly.

Bai Jidong leaned close to Chu Meng's ear, "I'll eat you..."

Before Chu Meng could react, Bai Jidong took him into his arms and kissed him deeply...

"Don't... in front of them..."

Bai Jidong picked up Chu Meng and walked into the room, "Honey, you seem to be a little heavier than before, did you gain weight after giving birth?"

"Hate……"

(End of this chapter)