Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 77 This is the fucking genie

The media was more worried than the fans about the first training session of the new season.

Outside the arena, not only a lot of local Orlando media came, but also a lot of national media.

Who made Brown trade for Hill alone, and even use the title of Jordan's choice?

If Brown was just a little bit less capable, Jordan's performance would have to be discussed at a historical level.

Many years later, when Jordan wrote his autobiography, he had to mention it specifically, saying, "I said it, even if I had to choose a hundred times, I would not choose him."

Of course, there are also some people who secretly hope that Jordan will miss the opportunity.

Hill: Well, that’s for sure.

But Brown has a young mate.

Do you understand what a promising future holds? Don’t look down on the young because they are poor.

If Brown performs well, then when we look back at this deal, it would also prove that Jordan made a mistake.

So before the training session was over and the players came out, the two groups had already started arguing.

"Judging from the Summer League results, Brown is incredible. He performed incredibly well."

"That's right, don't treat the NBA management as fools. Since the Magic chose to trade, Brown must have some merits and be better than Hill."

"Jordan is definitely good at playing basketball, but he's still a bit green as a general manager."

As soon as one side finished singing, the other side immediately refuted it.

"Yes, NBA management is not stupid, but this is the Magic. Haven't the Magic made enough stupid trades?"

"Really? I don't know where you guys get the confidence to compare a high school student to Hill. Even if Hill is injured again, he's still a hundred times better than Brown."

While the two groups were arguing, the players who had finished training walked out of the stadium one after another.

Many reporters secretly cursed Rivers for being dishonest.

We were not even allowed into the first training session, and there was no press conference or anything after it was over. What's going on? Are they researching the atomic bomb behind closed doors?

Fortunately, I saw the players.

Especially Brown.

He walked out with McGrady and Ewing.

Reporters swarmed in, with several microphones almost hitting Brown's face, asking him how he felt about his first training session.

"It's great." Brown knew this part was unavoidable, so he forced a smile and said, "Everyone took good care of me. We had a training game and I played well. For me, the greater meaning is learning how to play with my teammates."

"I really learned a lot, especially from Mr. Ewing. He was my best mentor and I'm really grateful for the opportunity to play on the same team with him."

As soon as Brown finished speaking, Ewing next to him slapped him in the face.

This kid, is he hitting me in the face?

Ewing took over the conversation directly, put his arm around Brown's shoulders and praised him, "Brown is very good, he is a genius, really, you can't imagine how good he is. Wait, he will surprise everyone!"

Ewing grinned, but was secretly glad in his heart.

Fortunately, the training session was not public.

If the reporters saw him being beaten by Brown, he would be in big trouble.

This reaction surprised all the reporters.

One is humble and always says he wants to learn, while the other one praises himself to the sky.

Can't you be a little more sincere?

The microphone was placed next to McGrady.

McGrady didn't praise Brown much, as it was not convenient for him.

Praise Brown a lot, what does Hill think?

Well, as soon as I left, the new people started laughing and the old people started crying?
In the same league, McGrady can't do anything that offends others.

But he couldn't help but smile, and said directly: "Everyone, look forward to our performance this season."

Maddie was really excited.

My thigh is finally connected.

After saying that, McGrady immediately separated from the reporters and left with Brown.

Many reporters did not give up and went to ask other players.

What they didn't expect was that almost everyone was praising Brown.

The reason I say almost is that Hunter did not accept any interview at all.

This kind of praise without explaining why made all the reporters feel uncomfortable, as if they had been scratched by a cat.

God knows whether you are just being polite or not.

"It's fake. It must be a compliment. How can everyone praise one person with the same attitude? It's obvious that they were instructed by someone." said a reporter.

With more than a dozen players in a team, it is almost impossible for them to be united.

"I think so. Brown performed well in the summer league, but he is still a high school student after all. Whether he can adapt to the real NBA is still a question mark." "I guess they tested the product internally and found that it was not what they expected. They felt cheated and didn't dare to speak out."

"There's no point in hiding. As soon as No. 10 starts the preseason, it will be clear what Brown's true level is."

"I remember No. 10 was against the Heat, right? Wouldn't that mean Brown would be facing off against Mourning?"

"Wow, Brown is in trouble. He's going to be beaten to pieces."

"Not necessarily. What if the Magic don't let Brown play in the preseason? And Mourning has kidney disease, so we don't know."

On the other side, McGrady directly invited Brown to get in his car.

He wanted to go home with Brown and find Tang Sen.

During the previous media day, I wanted to gain weight, and Tang Sen agreed, but said that he had to take a vacation this month to go to Los Angeles to accompany his mother, and would talk about it after he came back.

McGrady didn't think much of it at the time.

After all, it was just a casual question at the time and not taken seriously enough.

But when today's training session ended, McGrady changed his mind.

In five months, Brown was trained to this point. Is he an ordinary trainer?
This is the fucking genie!
Gaining weight cannot be delayed. If I wait until the season starts, I won’t have time.

Now is the time to gain weight.

So when he heard that Townsend was leaving, McGrady became even more anxious. He stepped on the accelerator and soon arrived at Brown's house.

When I pushed the door open, I saw Guo Yonglin working part-time as a watering plant.

He has now picked up all the hobbies that he didn't have time for before.

Brown walked quickly into the living room and called out "Sir", but there was no response.

Only family members are there.

Maddie greeted a few people hurriedly, glancing around.

"Tang is gone. He's probably about to board the plane by now," Wesley said.

Haven’t we said goodbye already?
Brown said "oh" and the smile on his face disappeared immediately.

He also wanted to tell Tang Sen personally, look, my first small goal has been achieved.

In the end, the person just left.

Although he knew that Tang Sen was leaving, Brown still felt empty inside when he actually left.

McGrady next to him also became anxious.

If I had known this would happen, I should have talked to Tang Sen at that time.

You are so young, it is time for you to work hard to make a lot of money, why take a vacation?

However, seeing Brown's frustrated expression, McGrady was too embarrassed to ask for Donson's phone number right now.

At this time, Wesley said again: "By the way, Tang left a letter for you."

He turned around and took out a letter.

Brown's eyes lit up and he opened it quickly.

After just a few quick glances, his face fell.

"Practice shooting for an extra hour every day."

"Watch an hour of game tape every day."

"I'm back to check."

"Also, if you have any questions, you can contact me at any time, text message or email is also fine."

There is also a mailbox at the back.

Seeing this, Brown's mood improved.

He immediately took out his cell phone and sent a text message to Tang Sen.

At Orlando International Airport, the plane was delayed and Tang Sen, who was about to board the plane, received a text message from Brown.

"Sir, I have achieved my first small goal and become the team's starting center."

Tang Sen raised his eyebrows slightly.

sure.

But considering the Magic's old, weak and sick inside players, there seems to be nothing to be happy about in confirming the starting lineup.

My psychological expectation is that I must be a mid-level starting center in the league.

“Don’t be proud, set your next goal and keep working hard.”

Tang Sen replied to the message, but his mind had already flown to Los Angeles.

I haven't seen my mother for a while and I don't know how she is doing.

(End of this chapter)