There is basically no one in the locker room now.

Apart from Zhao Lie himself, there is only Trail Blazers' first-round rookie Jermaine O'Neal this year.

To be honest, Zhao Lie still knows the player Jermaine O'Neal... A high school rookie, who can win a potential stock with a seventeenth pick in the 17th round in the 96 draft at the age of 17 and a half, will also have a golden peak in the future, but for now, it is incomparable to the big shark O'Neal, the big shark O'Neal, who is in the limelight. O'Neal Jr. doesn't have many opportunities in the Trail Blazers. The one who called Zhao Lie just now was O'Neal Jr.

...

"Zhao, are you... okay?" Xiao Ao's face was puzzled, because he saw Zhao Lie's eyes closed, his face was dark and red, and he was angry and laughed. It was very abnormal. Anyway, he was just not very smart. Zhao Lie didn't know what Xiao Ao was thinking, so he was a little anxious and wanted to go back and see his great career to push the map.

"Jermaine? Are you asking me for something?"

"Nonsense, why do I call you for nothing? Hurry up, clean up, follow me, my mother will pick us up immediately, she invites you to visit my house!" Xiao Ao pulled Zhao Lie and said nothing, because he had a good relationship with Zhao Lie before, and he would stay in a room when he went out to play away. It was normal to visit the house. Last night... Zhao Lie, who didn't even know where he lived, just went to Xiao Ao's house for a night.

"Go to your house again?"

"Yes, you have to go today!" Xiao Ao said firmly, "How many times have I told you yesterday that the tortillas made by my mother cannot be eaten or eaten, but you don't believe it. The key is that she ate so much last night, and then she lied that the strange thing was delicious, but the question is that it was something that people eat? Now it's fine, because you lie, my mother made a table and waited for you to go over. It doesn't matter if you were poisoned to death, but I'm innocent!"

"Will you be poisoned to death? You... your mom knows that you are slandering her like this outside?" Zhao Lie rolled his eyes.

"Nonsense, I definitely can't let her know, otherwise I wouldn't have been poisoned to death, but she beat me to death!" Xiao Ao directly pulled Zhao Lie up this time and said, "Zhao, please, hurry up, leave, stay in my house tonight, don't harm me, you have to eat all those weird things!"

"Okay, let's go!" Zhao Lie responded. Although he originally planned to stare at the process of pushing the picture, now an emergency has occurred. He can only let it go. Anyway, he doesn't know where he lives for the time being. It would be best to go to Xiao Ao's house for another night.

...

Get out of the training ground!

Xiao Ao's mother drove an old pickup truck with large space waiting outside for Zhao Lie and Xiao Aoge. Because their family is not from Oregon, she just rented a house in Portland, and the location where you can rent a house is much more convenient. The residence is not too far from the team training hall, so she arrived at the place without a short time when driving.

As Xiao Ao said, tonight is a tortilla feast!

After dinner, Xiao Ao's mother cleaned up the dining table and the three of them chatted in the living room for a while. Basically, Zhao Lie, who is a Chinese citizen, was introducing some domestic cultural customs. Until bedtime... Zhao Lie and Xiao Ao both ate a little nauseous. None of them dared to say that the corn cakes were not delicious, and rushed into Xiao Ao's room like a doghouse.

...

That's how I slept last night.

Xiao Ao was sleeping in the bed and Zhao Lie played on the floor. The two were quite polite in the team, but they were much more casual outside the team. When they entered the room, they started to scold each other. Zhao Lie was not angry because not only did there be no obstacles in communication, but his brain could even quickly translate innocent blocking words such as omg, sh*t, and f*ck into him as more intimate and not affecting the semantics. It completely solved the tragedy of Wu Guoren not saying oh.

"Jermaine, have you washed your feet?"

"Damn it, go to death, can your feet taste better than mine?"

"Okay, then you have to turn off the lights, right?"

"Why, I went to bed first, and you later, why didn't you go there, and you were so close!"

"Damn... naughty!" Zhao Lie asked Xiao Ao to turn off the lights. Xiao Ao was reluctant to leave for a long time without any movement. This made him think that the rebellious period of the teenager of Weiguo was a little too long. After all, Xiao Ao is so fucked by 18 years old, and he can even argue about turning off the lights and sleeping.

"Okay, I'll go and close it, okay, who told me this is your nest?" Zhao Lie got up and turned off the lights. When he returned to the bed, he was still not in a hurry to see the established photo-pushing results. He planned to inquire about something first, so he asked Xiao Ao: "Jermaine, I have something to ask you, do you feel that something is wrong with my training today?"

"What's wrong?"

"For example, my speed is slow, my bounce is weak, my running awareness is poor, etc. In short, it is very weak!"

"Are you, no, aren't you always so weak!"

"Get out of here!" Zhao Lie's face was darker than the room with the lights turned off. He asked again: "Seriously, am I really that weak?"

"Tsk, why am I lying to you? Isn't this what everyone knows?" Xiao Ao touched the dark, held the knife, and bleeded at Zhao Lie's heart. He couldn't stop. "Actually, you don't have to demand too much on yourself. After all, you lost the draft this year. Unlike me, I am the youngest player in the first round, don't worry, when I become a superstar in the future, I, Jermaine O'Neal, will pull you!"

...

In the first round, what's the use of the first round?

Have you been playing for the Trail Blazers for four years and fishing all over the world for four years?

Zhao Lie curled his lips and knew Xiao Ao's growth trajectory, but Xiao Ao could still think about pulling himself. This is quite loyal. The only question is... Will he be swept out by NBA before Xiao Ao became a talent?

"Okay, don't blow anymore. Let's think of a solution with me. I need a chance to play now and touch the ball. The faster the better. Otherwise, if you see me again next season, you will be in a garbage dump in Portland!" Zhao Lie looked bitter and turned off the lights and couldn't see them.

"What, you want a chance to play? Are you crazy? What can I do with this kind of thing?" Xiao O immediately sat up and whispered: "Zhao, please be sober. Rashid Wallace, he is our starting power forward. Generally, he averages two and a half quarters per game. For the remaining quarter and a half, Clifford Robinson, a substitute, wants to play, and I want to play, too. If you also play the fourth position, you don't have time at all."

"Nonsense, do you think I don't know?" Zhao Lie's eyes would glow in the dark.

"You know you're asking?" Xiao Ao complained and said, "The problem now is that there are 20 games left this season, and it's only a few days more than a month. Even if you really have the chance to play, are you sure you can get data in the 20 games? It's not that my brother said bad things about you, Zhao, I feel that I might really go to the garbage dump to see you in the future, but don't worry, I will take my mother's damn corn cake for you."

"Okay, go to bed now, good night!"

...

you……

Xiao Ao, Xiao Ao?

Your uncle, your little mouth is exposed, right? If you don’t hit me, you won’t be able to sleep?

Zhao Lie was so angry that Xiao Ao was so angry that he was two people who were planning to sleep. But the key point was that Xiao Ao was not wrong, and he was not even wrong at all, because the current competitive pressure on his position as a power forward is indeed too great, even greater than he thought.

The Trail Blazers of the 96-97 season.

Although it is the predecessor and prototype stage of the Portland Prison Team, several labor reform professionals have not yet collected it and their reputation will not be very good in the next few years, but the overall strength will be OK at this time.

Roof of the World, Avidas Sabonis, Uncle Sa, starting center!

Roaring Tianzun, Rashid Wallace, a genius in the skilled foul, and a starting power forward!

It is obvious that unless it is an injury, the starting position of these two people will not change. Of course, Zhao Lie was not crazy enough to be in one step and compete for the starting position with the original main force. The only thing he can really win is the substitute time for the two people. The reason why the center of the fifth position is also included is that in the on-site combination of some games, the center of the fourth and fifth position and the power forward sometimes make an occasional guest appearance.

In the center position, the 33-year-old Mr. Sa will not jump to the fourth power forward.

But the problem is that 32-year-old center substitute Chris Dudley occasionally plays a cameo as a power forward.

So in the fourth-place power forward, in addition to starting Rashid Wallace who averaged two and a half quarters per game, there was Clifford Robinson, the first substitute in the power forward, Dudley Du, and Xiao Ao, who was the one who wanted to eat time.

Time is limited!

Some people eat more, so naturally some people eat less!

Several teammates who have higher priority in appearance than Zhao Lie scored one point, and there was really not much time on the fourth position.

Even with special arrangements, O'O jumped to the center position to play, and Clifford Robinson played on the small forward, which could make some time available, but that was not enough. It was definitely a high probability event if he had no playing time!

The future situation is not optimistic!

Zhao Lie knew that he was a reserve agent for the team due to large-scale injuries.

The key problem is that there is not much time left in this season now. Not counting as the playoffs, his chances are only in the last 20 games, and 20 games are not too many, because there must be most of them. He doesn't get enough time, even if it's garbage time, he is still a substitute after the bench.

...

The key to stabilizing the situation now lies in the 17 Warriors.

As long as he pushed down the Warriors 1-1, got a player card that could be used, and then cooperated with a good opportunity, Zhao Lie's turnaround battle could sound the trumpet. When he heard that Xiao Ao was already asleep and snoring, he couldn't wait to see the results of the push.

...

Entering the consciousness space again.

To be honest, Zhao Lie is still looking forward to it, because what he is about to see is his hope of living in the NBA, but reality is like a heart-wrenching knife, a critical hit by the knife. Looking through the light curtain... The 97 Trail Blazers against the 17 Warriors has been finished, and the result made his heart cold. The final score even directly killed him half his life.

this……

Just kidding?

How could this happen?

Ah~~~ It's over, it's over, it's really over!
Chapter completed!