Minneapolis-Saint Paul International Airport, the 30th busiest airport in the world.

Lin Feng rented a Mercedes-Benz E-Class waiting outside the airport. Annie followed the Sports Times and appeared in front of her with the team's reporters. A large group of people made Lin Feng sweat a little.

"Miss Anne?" Lin Feng waved to her from afar.

Seeing that Lin Feng was sitting in Mercedes-Benz, Annie immediately ran over with her suitcase.

"Hold a car? You're really extravagant."

Anne waved her colleagues and naturally sat in the co-pilot.

"To facilitate our journalists, it is difficult to move forward without a car in such a city."

Lin Feng patted the steering wheel.

It was already seven o'clock in the evening, and Lin Feng was in high spirits after sleeping for an afternoon. Anne and the others were going to hold their first press conference at nine o'clock for an interview about tomorrow's competition.

Being a reporter is very hard, especially with the team reporters, you need to fly around with the team. There is almost no free time and you are on the way to interview and prepare for interviews.

Lam Feng told her that she hopes to interview him after the game tomorrow. Lam Feng likes the feeling of looking at the camera.

Annie thinks there is no problem, and she is the reporter interviewed on the spot, and she is the freedom to choose who is Annie.

When choosing pizza for dinner, Annie has to devote herself to work. Every away game is the busiest time, not as convenient as home court in Los Angeles.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, Lin Feng drove around Minneapolis Street. The car was rented for two days, and it always felt a bit waste to park in the garage. Where to go? Lin Feng suddenly had an idea and wanted to play football at the training hall next to the target center. It was a 24-hour stadium where players could practice there at any time.

The Spurs performed well on the court, and Lin Feng planned to continue to maintain his form. It seemed a bit late to go to the stadium near midnight, but this feeling was pretty good, just like Los Angeles at 4 a.m.

Minneapolis is not as prosperous as Los Angeles. There are few pedestrians on the road at this october evening, but the outside of several large nightclubs is still very lively, with various sports cars and handsome men and beautiful women.

When Lin Feng drove by, a beauty in the miniskirt greeted him, but now his interest is all about basketball. The round guy will never complain. When you shoot it on the ground, it will pop up quickly. He is the most loyal and reliable friend.

The Timberwolves are a young team. They often ranked at the bottom in the first few years after entering the league in 1989. It was not until they selected the talented high school student Kyle Garnett that they welcomed the first All-Star player in the team's history.

Standing outside the center of the target, inside is where you will fight tomorrow. Lin Feng is always full of passion for this kind of thing, with Gary Smith's blood flowing in his body. He is a guy who truly loves basketball and regards basketball as more important than his own life.

The training hall next to it is not big, probably a closed basketball court and some common training equipment. It seems that no one is managing it normally, especially in the middle of the night, so it is even more unlikely that someone will come here.

At midnight, the players either cover their heads and sleep or enjoy the pleasure of having sex at various parties, enjoying the joyful life brought by high wages.

When he was about to enter the training hall, Lin Feng vaguely heard the sound of a basketball racket hitting the floor, as if someone was playing ball inside, but the entire training hall was pitch black and there was no light.

Although he was in love with science, Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat. Is there a basketball game in the underworld? Or he is not the only lucky person in this world.

He did not retreat and resolutely decided to enter the stadium to see if the person playing basketball in the dark was a human or a ghost.

He slowly approached the door and clearly heard the sound of the basket shaking. It was obvious that the iron guys had just experienced a dunk, and the force made the basket ring non-stop.

At this point, Lin Feng was sure that at least a man was playing in the dark inside, and even the ghost was a guy wearing a magnetic voice cloak.

The basketball kept hitting the floor, and Lin Feng stopped and listened carefully. The guy inside dribbled very quickly and had a strong sense of rhythm. This sound made Lin Feng obsessed.

This reminds him of the rhythm that coach Bichler often talks about. As a ball handler, rhythm is essential. Dribbling is treated as an instrumental drill, just like playing a violin or playing a saxophone, to achieve coordination and synchronization between hands and consciousness.

Obviously, the man who was in the dark inside did it. And it was rare to do this in the darkness.

Lin Feng guessed that he deliberately did not turn on the lights, and the dark environment could exercise this ability. If he could achieve unity of man and ball under such circumstances, he would be almost invincible in the bright field.

Who would be the person inside? First of all, it is a professional player. There is no doubt that it is difficult for amateur players to reach this level.

In the training hall next to the target center, it must be a Timberwolves player. With such skillful skills, Lin Feng was the first to think of Wiggins, who was the No. 1 pick in the 2014 draft. Wiggins was very talented and started to take the health route after getting a big contract of nearly 30 million. Although countless people criticized him for his unpositive attitude in playing basketball, Wiggins was the kind of player who scored 20 points with casual play.

But this guy was injured and left the court after playing 8 minutes in the first quarter of the game a few days ago. The Timberwolves head coach made it clear that he would not play in the game against the Lakers, so Wiggins would naturally not appear in the midnight training hall.

So who would it be? The second thought of Jimmy Butler. In about a few months, Butler will tell the media that the most talented person among the Timberwolves is Towns, and the one who is favored by God is Wiggins, and he himself is the hardest.

With Butler's efforts, he could have appeared in the midnight training hall. He could even spend the whole day here and go all out to prepare for tomorrow's game.

What are these people who scored from the 30th pick in the first round?

Hi Jimmy, I am Lakers rookie Gary Smith, can I join your training?

Jimmy is not a gentle guy, and he might knock him away directly. But Lam still decided to walk into the stadium. He began to amplify his footsteps so that the people inside knew that someone had made progress, so as not to be startled.

If he saw Towns, Lin Feng wouldn't be too surprised. As for the young player Okogie, who is expected to enter the starting lineup, who once blocked Harden's three-point line and took a step back, he should be unlikely to appear here.

Lin Feng was very impressed by that ball. Okoji, who was also a first-year rookie like him, pressed down the basketball in his hand accurately and accurately.

"Hi man, sorry to bother your training, but I have the same idea, maybe we can do it together."

Walking into the training hall, Lin Feng greeted the black shadow not far away politely.

The man did not speak, but stopped, and the sound of the basketball rolling on the floor resounded throughout the training hall.

Soon, the lights in the arena lit up, from dark to bright, and Lin Feng felt dazzling. After adapting to the light, he saw the man opposite clearly.

He had a dreadlocked braid, sweat beads rolling down his face, and his eyes were particularly firm.

Lin Feng was stunned. The man in front of him was neither Wiggins nor Butler. He said to himself: "Mr. Ross?"

That's right, it was Windy City Rose Derek Ross who trained hard alone in the dark at midnight.
Chapter completed!