The first punch that shocked the basketball world

Harris walked along while looking at the list of trial participants on his tablet.

He received a phone call last night.

The player recommended by Lakers scout Jerry West is named Lin Fei.

He didn't take it to heart.

Another person who got in through connections and money.

Lower-level staff dare not offend those with connections.

But the G League head coach didn't care that much.

Those with real connections and influence would go straight to NBA tryouts, not come to the G League.

The fact that West put someone in his league shows that his background isn't strong enough and his skills aren't good enough for the NBA.

Of course, we still have to give them some face.

A little help is no problem.

But if the skill level is too low, they should still be eliminated.

There are only so many spots available in the development alliance, and we can't afford to waste those spots for personal reasons.

Lin Fei quickly went to meet him.

"Hello, Coach Harris. This is Lin Fei, introduced by Mr. Ryan West. We spoke on the phone yesterday."

Harris stopped and looked up at him.

At first glance, it was somewhat unexpected.

He spoke fluent English on the phone, and he didn't realize he was Chinese.

But the head coach will not be biased because of race.

He quickly realized what was happening and put his hand on Lin Fei's shoulder.

"Let's get this straight." He cut to the chase, "While Ruian's introduction is one thing, if the trial results aren't good, I'll still eliminate them."

"I don't support idlers here."

Lin Fei smiled slightly.

"Of course," he said. "If even the Development League can't pass, then Mr. West has misjudged the situation."

Harris glanced at him again.

interesting.

People with connections are either obsequious or arrogant.

There aren't many people who are neither humble nor arrogant and dare to respond.

He paid more attention to Lin Fei.

But he didn't say much.

"Come on, let's go inside."

The head coach led Lin Fei into the training hall through the main entrance.

The staff at the entrance quickly stood up and nodded in greeting.

Respectful attitude.

Lin Fei felt a surge of emotion.

Who says America lacks human touch?

It's the same in every country.

Having a relationship makes all the difference.

Once inside the training facility, Harris told him to go to the locker room to change his gear.

"Did you bring your own?" he asked. "If you didn't, I'll have someone get you a set."

Those who come to the Development League for tryouts usually bring their own equipment.

My own clothes and sneakers are comfortable to wear and don't affect my performance.

The team will provide supplies for those who forget to bring them or are simply too poor to afford them.

But whether it fits or is clean is another matter.

The taste is usually quite touching.

Lin Fei moved his backpack forward.

"I brought them all."

Harris nodded, turned and left first.

The head coach has a lot on his plate, with a lot of preparations to make before the trial, so he's very busy.

Lin Fei followed the signs and found the changing room.

Before I even entered, I could hear a commotion inside.

A strong smell of sweat mixed with foot odor hit me.

The hygiene conditions in the visiting team's locker room, which is reserved for trial players, are predictably poor.

Push open the door and go inside.

Five or six Black people were changing clothes.

A pile of shoes lay messily in the corner.

The majority of participants in the development league tryouts were Black.

The black and white ratio is approximately 8:2.

Chinese people are even rarer; you might not see one for months at a time.

Black people are indeed athletically gifted, but most of them are all brawn and no brains, and can only drift along in the Development League.

Lin Fei walked around the trash and socks on the ground and found a quiet corner to sit down.

Start changing clothes.

He took out his training clothes and sneakers from his backpack.

They're all clothes I'm used to wearing.

At that moment, a young Black man noticed him.

Seeing that they were Chinese, I immediately became interested.

I want to show off in front of everyone.

He walked up to Lin Fei and glanced down at the equipment in his backpack.

"Hey kid, nice gear." He grinned. "Can I borrow those shoes? If you pass the tryouts, I'll take you on as my underling."

His tone was flippant, and his face was full of provocation.

There are many brainless Black people like this in the lower classes of America.

They have no grudge against me, but they see I'm easy to bully and just want to kick me while I'm down, just to get their attention.

Lin Fei doesn't tolerate it.

He didn't even look up and continued changing his clothes.

"Sorry," he said calmly, "I don't lend my equipment to dogs."

The black guy exploded on the spot.

He was embarrassed and lost face in front of so many people by being confronted by a Chinese person.

His face darkened, and he reached out to push.

"What the hell did you say?!"

Lin Fei was waiting for him to make the first move.

As soon as the other person reached out, Lin Fei kicked them out.

Fast and ruthless.

"Bang."

Right in the chest.

Blackie flew backward and landed sprawled on the ground.

The locker room fell silent instantly.

Everyone, look over here.

Before he could get up, Lin Fei spat on the ground.

He pinched his nose, looking disgusted.

"So poor you can't even afford to brush your teeth? I can sponsor you a toothbrush." ​​His voice was icy. "If you keep barking like a stray dog, next time I'll kick your mouth."

The black man lay on the ground, looking somewhat dazed.

His eyes betrayed his cowardice.

Lin Fei's eyes were too fierce.

Black people living at the bottom of society are all too familiar with this kind of look.

That's the look in someone's eyes who's truly willing to kill.

If he really pushes him too far, this kid could pin him to the ground and beat him up.

The height difference between 2.01 meters and 1.83 meters is obvious.

He's already starting to regret going looking for trouble.

The other Black people in the locker room started making a fuss.

"Whoa whoa whoa!!"

"Get him!"

"Marvin, you got kicked down by an Asian guy? Aren't you ashamed?!"

Since it's none of my business, I might as well watch the show.

Blackie got up from the ground, now in a difficult situation.

Let's charge in, or we'll get beaten up.

It would be too embarrassing to just leave like this.

Just then, there was a knock on the locker room door.

"Knock knock knock".

"Don't cause trouble inside! Hurry up and change your clothes!"

"Anyone who dares to cause trouble, get out of here right now!"

The staff outside heard the commotion and issued a warning.

This gave the black guy a way out.

He pointed at Lin Fei, backing away while uttering threats.

"Alright, kid, you just wait!"

"See you on the court! I'll show you what I'm made of!"

After making those harsh remarks, he quickly slipped out of the locker room.

He was afraid that Lin Fei would catch up and give him another kick.

Lin Fei didn't take his threat seriously at all.

A clown jumping around.

If he hadn't been worried about making too much noise and affecting the trial, he would have followed up with a punch after that kick.

I guarantee this black guy won't be able to speak a coherent sentence for the next two weeks.

Speaking of which, during the time Lin Fei was recovering from his broken leg in his previous life, his mental state was severely damaged.

To adjust his condition and improve his health, he spent half a year at the Shaolin Temple and practiced some martial arts.

He's not exactly a master, but he's more than capable of dealing with a few ordinary people.

Later, he played in the Russian league and was even the team's "Red Flower Double Sticks".

Commonly known as thugs.

On the field, they do the dirty and tiring work; off the field, they stand up for their teammates and fight.

The Russian basketball league is highly competitive and prone to conflict; each team has one or two such players.

That's what Lin Fei did back then.

Therefore, he didn't take this kind of provocation from lower-class Black people seriously at all.

After changing his clothes, Lin Fei stuffed his backpack into the empty locker and locked it with the padlock that came with it.

He didn't trust the character of these people.

If the package is gone when I come back from the trial training, I'll have nowhere to cry.

The people trying out for the Development League are a mixed bag; you can find all sorts of people.

It's always better to be careful.

After locking the cabinet, Lin Fei went outside.

The three remaining Black men in the locker room looked at him with fear in their eyes.

They witnessed the entire scene of him kicking Marvin away.

No one dared to cause trouble anymore.

...

The training facility is bigger than I imagined.

Several standard basketball courts.

More than twenty people were warming up on the field.

Including those who didn't come out of the locker room, there were about thirty people trying out today.

According to the staff, only two or three were left in the end.

The acceptance rate is 10 to 1.

The competition is fierce.

Lin Fei found an open space and began to warm up.

Stretch, jog lightly, and move your joints.

Not far away, one-armed Carl Miller is being interviewed by reporters.

A microphone was shoved in front of him, and a camera was set up next to him.

Carl Miller spoke fluently to the camera, his expressions and gestures showing great familiarity.

This is clearly not the first time he has faced the media.

It's mostly for show.

Lin Fei glanced at it twice, then looked away.

Everyone has their own way of living.

He offered no comment.

9 points.

Mark Harris changed into sportswear and walked onto the court.

"Beep!"

The whistle blew.

He clapped his hands.

"Everyone, come here! Gather together!"

The players walked over in twos and threes and stood in two rows.

There were more than thirty people, a dark mass of them.

Once everyone was in position, Harris got straight to the point.

"Everyone, today's trial training is about to begin."

"I know you all came here with dreams, you all want to play professionally, and you all want to enter the NBA."

"Having dreams is a good thing."

"But I only care about ability. Show your best and let your performance speak for itself."

He offered a few words of encouragement, then abruptly changed his tone, becoming stern.

"in addition,"

"During the trial period, no trouble-making, fighting, or provoking staff are allowed."

"Anyone who dares to break the rules can get out of here."

"Did you hear me clearly?"

The players responded sporadically.

"Understood."

"Understood, Coach."

As he spoke, Harris's gaze lingered on Lin Fei for a second.

The staff has already reported the incident of him kicking someone in the locker room to him.

Out of respect for Ryan West, he pretended not to know.

If it were a regular trial, they would have been kicked out long ago.

Lin Fei met his gaze and smiled slightly.

Harris remained expressionless, looked away, and continued explaining the trial process and rules.