Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 15 Good Luck, Brown

In front of me is a wooden detached house with a gray roof.

The yard is not big, the lawn is bare, and there are a lot of miscellaneous items piled up.

Tabari, who was driving, shouted excitedly towards the house. The next moment, the door opened and a young man in a vest rushed out and hugged Brown and the other man excitedly.

There is a whole family following behind.

Although Brown has two older brothers serving sentences, it's no problem, he still has five siblings.

"mom!"

Brown quickly stepped forward and hugged the middle-aged woman in the wheelchair.

His mother was Joyce Brown, who was of average appearance and wore thick braids. Like many women from lower-income American families, she was seriously overweight due to all kinds of junk food.

She straightened up with some difficulty and hugged the tall Brown.

"Good boy."

She patted Brown on the back and greeted Moore and others enthusiastically.

Finally, he looked at Tang Sen.

"You must be the devil trainer." She opened her arms happily.

Tang Sen was slightly stunned and walked forward to hug her.

"I'm sorry, I know how naughty Kwame is. He must be really distressing to you." She let go of Tang Sen and apologized.

It goes without saying that the nickname of the Demon Trainer came from Brown.

I guess in his mind, Tang Sen, who has been training him madly for the past half month, is as scary as a devil.

"It's not that I'm worried. He is still quite obedient and completes the daily training seriously." Tang Sen glanced at Brown.

Brown felt guilty and ran into the house.

Joyce had already prepared dinner and warmly invited everyone to join him.

She also proudly boasted that her Brunswick stew had an exclusive secret recipe and was definitely the best stew in Brunswick.

It's actually a stew of chicken, pork and vegetables. It has a rich flavor and is quite delicious.

At the dinner table, Joyce was talking lively with a few people, and she also pulled Tang Sen aside, saying that she had worked in a Chinese couple's home and that the Chinese were the kindest people she knew.

You can feel that she has a very optimistic personality.

Think about her experience.

First of all, it is not something that ordinary people can do to dare to initiate a divorce while having eight children.

After returning to her hometown, she raised eight children alone. Even though she was so tired that she developed degenerative disc disease and became disabled, she did not give up and continued to work to the best of her ability.

If I wasn’t optimistic and strong enough, I wouldn’t have made it this far.

Fortunately, after all the hardship comes happiness, and Brown is about to bring a new life to this family.

After dinner, Tang Sen and his three companions were not in a hurry to leave.

At the dinner table, out of curiosity, Tang Sen asked more about Brown's childhood.

So Joyce asked Brown's second brother Wesley to take Townsend for a walk around the neighborhood.

She made some tea and wanted to talk to Moore and the others.

I guess he wants to ask about Brown's performance these days.

Williams exchanged glances with Donson, and Donson felt relieved, so he followed the four Brown brothers out.

Where Joyce couldn't see, Brown's second brother Wesley also put something on his lower back.

It should be a pistol.

Tang Sen was at a loss for words. Tabari said that this was a slum area in Brunswick, but he didn't expect it to be so chaotic that one had to carry a gun when going out.

There are people on the street who look like they are pretending to be elegant and are not serious people.

Fortunately, the Brown family is quite prestigious in this community and they didn't encounter any trouble along the way.

Brown held his girlfriend's arm and excitedly introduced Tang Sen to the place where he lived.

Walking south from his house for about a hundred meters, you will see an east-west main street called Gloucester.

Brown pointed to a brightly lit area about four or five hundred meters to the east and said, "That's over there, Howard Coffin Park. I used to play basketball there when I was a kid. You could say I honed my basketball skills there."

He pointed to the southwest again and saw the dome-shaped tower in the distance.

Over there is Green Academy High School where he attended.

Tang Sen listened casually, but his attention was focused on the dilapidated blocks on both sides.

It can be said to be a veritable slum.

It's messy again.

Growing up in such an environment without picking up any bad habits and still achieving his current level of performance was no easy feat, or perhaps it was because Brown's brothers protected him well. After walking down the street for a few minutes, the group arrived at the park.

It's a pretty big park. On the street side, there's a baseball field surrounded by iron fences, and two basketball courts.

Some people are playing ball now.

Brown's arrival caused a huge stir.

"What does Bob mean?" Tang Sen asked curiously.

Everyone on the field was calling out for Bob.

Tabari explained: "His nickname actually means boom. When he was young, he played point guard and his playing was like an explosion."

Tang Sen raised his eyebrows slightly, he could imagine.

When I was a child, I was invincible in the local community of Maitland and was called the magical Chinese boy by many people.

All I can say is that each of these players who stood out from countless high school students across the United States is the Jordan in his own story.

On the court, Brown has taken off his short-sleeved shirt and is ready to play.

He is like Jordan, omnipotent, and his various flying dunks trigger screams and cheers.

Tang Sen saw clearly that Brown was grinning and laughing happily.

The fight lasted for more than half an hour. When Connors sent him a message to leave, Tang Sen asked them to go back.

Brown ran back covered in sweat.

But after walking out of the stadium, he suddenly remembered something and insisted on going to see something.

He brought a few people to a corner of the park.

It should be the park management office, there is a message wall outside.

Brown bent down, searched carefully, and said in surprise: "It's here, it hasn't been wiped off."

Tang Sen leaned over to take a look and found that there were many messages written on the message wall, mostly about who is an idiot, I want to make money, who I like, etc.

Some are engraved.

In the upper right corner, there are three words engraved.

Good luck, Brown.

Tang Sen was slightly surprised and asked Brown if he had carved it.
"I carved it when I was 14 and in high school." Brown nodded, his thumb gently stroking the three words, his eyes a little dazed.

Tang Sen also seemed to see a confused boy who carved a word for himself in this unnoticed corner, hoping for good luck in the future.

"Good luck, Brown."

Tang Sen patted him on the back.

Brown nodded vigorously, his eyes suddenly firm, and said, "Sir, I will work hard to become the top pick, and then a star player, and then realize my dream."

His expression was serious, just like the young man who had silently blessed himself and hoped for a bright future.

"I believe in you, come on."

Tang Sen gave him a thumbs up.

It seems that this sudden decision to return to Brunswick was the right one. I can go back to my hometown, see my relatives, reminisce about the past, think about the self who chased my dreams back then, and start again.

It's really good.

When they returned to the Brown family, Connors and the other two were ready to leave.

Joyce hugged everyone and said goodbye. When he got to Tang Sen, he whispered in Tang Sen's ear, "Tang, thank you for considering Kwame. You are a good person. I will talk to him."

Apparently, Williams had already spoken to her.

Tang Sen nodded, thinking that it was not necessary.

Coming back from the park, Brown was full of fighting spirit.

As the four of them got into the car, Connors excitedly turned around and said, "Everyone, I just confirmed a piece of news. Tomorrow, an NBC crew will be coming to help Brown film a personal documentary. We can all be on camera then."

He looked excited.

Tang Sen was slightly stunned and immediately congratulated Connors.

Normally, the NBA will hire a film crew to shoot personal documentaries for certain specific players.

For example, the top scholar.

What if he becomes a star in the future? Should we make a documentary about him?

All these materials need to be shot in advance.

Therefore, being able to contact Connors to shoot a documentary means that Brown's market is improving and he has a great chance of becoming the No. 1 pick.

That's why Tang Sen congratulated Connors.

(End of this chapter)