NBA: I'm really the Chosen One

Chapter 16 Ambition
After Li Zheng returned to the locker room, he enjoyed the treatment of a hero. Those staff members who used to have a cold face now looked at Li Zheng with a faint smile.

"Sheldon Pence, the team doctor." A bald man introduced himself to Li Zheng, "If you have any discomfort, you must come to me. I have seen too many young people who are brave. In order to prolong your career, the tiny Injuries cannot be ignored either."

"Rick Jones, the logistics manager, please contact me anytime you need it. Of course, don't ask me to help you find a call girl. I will report the truth to Larry Brown." The serious middle-aged man next to him said to Li Zheng calmly.

"My name is Kevin Smith, physical fitness coach and defensive coach. Although you may not need my help, please don't say it." Another middle-aged white man said with a wry smile.

Li Zheng shook hands with them one by one, which represented the beginning of his real dream team life.

"Look at our hero, where is it?" Iverson screamed strangely and rushed in from the locker room door, pressing Li Zheng on his body.

"Who hid our hero?" Iverson shook his head and looked around, as if it wasn't Li Zheng under him.

"Standard football posture." Duncan complained quietly.

"I haven't dropped it all the time." Marbury was a little sour. He felt that if he was present and cooperated with Li Zheng, he would have a better understanding. Iverson wasted a lot of opportunities for Li Zheng.

In Dream Six, no one but himself could fight Li Zheng all night. Marbury showed a firm expression. In the training game, he must prove to Larry Brown that he is the most suitable defender for Li Zheng.

"I'm here to help Allen." Wade rushed over, stacked Arhat, and the people behind him pressed over in unison. Before Li Zheng could yell, Iverson couldn't hold on and let out a yelling sound.

They celebrated so wildly that Larry Brown and Popovich didn't notice when they walked in from other rooms. The old coach didn't stop the carnival. He understood the depression of these players.

The child brings vitality.
Larry Brown looked at Li Zheng complicatedly. It was a difficult decision to stick to his basketball philosophy or believe in great players.

Sooner or later, the era belongs to them. Larry Brown did not speak, and made a difficult decision, "Pop, after celebrating the whole team, take them to an interview, and don't forget to replay today's game."

"Teacher, this..." Popovich looked at Larry Brown in embarrassment. If Larry Brown loses the game, he will resume the game. If he wins, he will resume the game. The teacher is going to use the last brilliance of his coaching career to illuminate the next road for himself. This kindness is too heavy.

"The future belongs to you, pop, I'm a bit old." Larry Brown showed a relieved smile, walked out of the door slowly, and closed the door gently.

With tears in the corners of Popovich's eyes, he watched the old man leave. His straight body was a little rickety. He held back the tears and pulled himself together, "Boys, it's time to get off Li's body. Let's start recovering." Plate it."

"It's a good thing it's you." They lifted Li Zheng up and sat back in their seats, laughing and playing.

The celebrating crowd didn't notice that there was an old figure missing in the locker room, or they didn't notice it on purpose.

Li Zheng looked out the door thoughtfully. This is the world of adults. Although he doesn't agree with Larry Brown's basketball philosophy, the old man is worthy of admiration.

Sacrifice is a heavy word, and most people who achieve something maintain a certain degree of selfishness. Larry Brown's approach can't help but touch Li Zheng. If it is him, can he be so open-minded and unrestrained?
[Heart enlightenment, start the hidden mission. 】

[Leadership Style: King of the world, I am the only one, and the team is the first. Find your leadership style from the game, and inject different characteristics into your team. 】

[Give corresponding rewards according to your game style and team leadership performance, leadership temperament +2] (current leadership temperament: 12)

Li Zheng is not entangled, maybe he will sacrifice for the team, but it is definitely not the Dream Six team.

Li Zheng silently sorted the package in the dressing room in the corner, but found that the package disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Give it back to you again." Anthony turned his face and said. He didn't want to admit that he was happy playing with Li Zheng, but he didn't want to lose Li Zheng's comfortable feeding, so taking the initiative to carry the backpack was the best way for him to express his goodwill.

"So proactive? Count it three times." Li Zheng raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Cut, who needs it."

"Wait for our hero."

"Who's going to take a shower? Find out the model number of the hero."

"I've peeked at it a long time ago, the big size Gatorade, that's all I can say."

A tall figure sat quietly in the seat, looked up at Li Zheng who was surrounded by everyone, his eyes were full of envy and yearning, and there was a faint hint of hostility, it was LeBron James

Since Li Zheng can play basketball with a strong personal style, then he must also be able to.

James put on his headband. Li Zheng's success gave him a great sense of crisis. This team has undergone magical changes. Anthony and Wade are also gradually moving away from him. He cannot bear the current changes.

James was the only one left in the locker room. After hesitating for a long time, he called his agent Rich Paul, "Rich, is there anyone around? I have something important. Yes, very important."

In the evening, Larry Brown's room at the hotel.

The staff of the American Basketball Association is at the table dancing to Larry Brown and describing the brilliant blueprint for the future.

"Nike executives are going to give us an additional $200 million free sponsorship. Mr. Brown, you are a great coach. What a brilliant achievement. This is the largest free sponsorship in the past five years. We are on our way to success."

"Mr. Brown will definitely become the greatest legendary coach, I promise." The staff enthusiastically said to Larry Brown that he will be promoted to a core member of the American Basketball Association. Is there any better result than this?

Larry Brown didn't reply, just silently fiddling with some worn-out scroll notes. He kept fumbling for a pen in his coat pocket, and the staff's smile gradually froze on his face.

"Mr. Brown?" He asked Larry Brown cautiously. Could it be that the old man's hearing is failing.

"Aren't you finished? Continue." Larry Brown closed the notebook heavily, his eyes were flat but oppressive.

The staff took a step back, "Nike personnel said that this payment is indeed a free sponsorship, but LeBron's team hopes to be able to"

"Continue." Larry Brown was noncommittal. He understood that the leadership of Li Zheng and Bobo would inspire the ambitions of many people. This is also the most important reason why coaches need qualifications. The basketball world is never just basketball.

"Mr. Brown, that college student can crush Germany, and playing games in Puerto Rico and some countries can definitely give young people more opportunities." The staff summoned up their courage to persuade Larry Brown.

Although I don't understand the game, it's impossible for the Dream Team to lose to those small countries, right?
What's more, Li Zheng is just a college player, and the other side is a free sponsorship of 200 million US dollars and the NBA's No. [-] pick, James, who is known as the son of heaven, how to choose does not seem to be a difficult problem.

"If you continue to indulge these miscellaneous things to disturb my team, I don't mind showing you what is a genuine non-basketball factor." Larry Brown took off his glasses and threw them on the table, staring at the already sweaty Basketball staff.

"." The staff hesitated to speak, and finally had nothing to say. They lowered their heads and pushed the door in desperation to leave the room, leaving the old man sitting quietly in the darkness with his arms folded.

(End of this chapter)