Nba: Most Talented

From the lineup of these people, Yang Xu can also see that they are fans of the Knicks.

As a coach, Yang Xu has also seen a lot of fanaticism.

In order not to anger them, he wanted to go in quickly, but these people did not give him such a chance.

"Trouble, please step aside." Yang Xu said.

"Why do you want to discredit others?" Some fans questioned him.

When did Yang Xu want to say that he had discredited others? These were all scribbled by the media, but in the face of the angry people, it seemed that nothing he said would help.

He didn't explain, and walked quickly into the training ground. The situation in the 757 training ground is not much better, even worse than the situation outside.

"Hey, what are you going to do?" Yang Xu saw a baseball bat hitting the tables and chairs in the rest area, and hurried forward to stop it.

Wang Shuo and others were also reasoning with these people, but they couldn't listen to them when they were angry.

"You won a game, but that's still the reason for you to attack others." Fans questioned Yang Xu's players.

"We didn't..." Dahui tried to explain.

"I dare say that they must have cheated, otherwise they would not have won at all."

"(bjef) Yes, cheating is so natural, your team is just as bad as hell."

Although Wang Shuo and the others are already trying their best to endure, they are still young and energetic after all. Coupled with a series of events, they sometimes cannot suppress their anger.

It was just pushing and shoving, which angered those people, making the players named Yang Xu beat them.

"Do you dare to hit someone?"

"You've come to make trouble with a stick, and you still say I beat people?" Dahui said unwillingly.

"Smash it." The other party yelled.

They all came prepared, and one after another took their weapons and began to smash the scene, it can be said that they smashed whatever they saw.

Yang Xu and his team members naturally wanted to stop them, and once they came and went, they collided with each other.

With a scream, the two parties who were in a state of rage turned their heads to look at the same time, and saw Wei Ming covering his head with one hand, blood flowing out from between his fingers, and it was the man holding the baseball who caused all this. Great guy.

Seeing that the situation was getting serious, he quickly waved to his people, turned around and ran away.

In an instant, the troublemakers all disappeared.

Yang Xu didn't care much, and hurriedly went to see Wei Ming's injury.

Wei Ming opened his mouth wide, and seemed to have difficulty breathing. If he hadn't been supported by someone, he would have fallen down.

"Hurry to the hospital." Yang Xu yelled, "My car is outside."

The team members hurriedly surrounded Wei Ming and walked out.

In the hospital, everyone was in the corridor, waiting for the doctor to treat Wei Ming's wound.

When the doctor came out, Yang Xu hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "How is the situation?"

"The situation is a bit serious, of course, don't worry too much, it's been dealt with, it's just a concussion, and you can't engage in strenuous exercise in the short term.

Although the hanging heart was finally let go, new problems came one after another.

There are still two days before the game, and there are still a few players in the police station. Originally, with Wei Ming included, they could barely form a team.

Wei Ming came out of the treatment room.

Yang Xu and his team members went up to meet them.

"How do you feel now?"

Wei Ming looked like he wanted to sleep, "Dizziness and nausea, I just want to sleep.

"I'll go to the hospital right away." Yang Xu was about to leave when Wei Ming stopped him.

"I don't want to be hospitalized, I want to go home."