I really don't want to win the MVP

Chapter 17 Funding to be halved

Only then did Jiang Mu come back to his senses. When he held Garland's hand, Garland stared at Jiang Mu.

"what's your name?"

Jiang Mu was taken aback for a moment, but the minimum respect still had to be shown.

"Jiang Mu!"

"Why haven't I seen you before?"

"Oh, I didn't play this year. It's the first time I've played in the NCAA."

There was a hint of surprise in Garland's eyes.

"When you defended me, my efficiency was extremely low. You... defended very well! There are very few Easterners who play well. You are special!"

Jiang Mu just smiled, it is unlikely that there will be an intersection in the future, so why bother to say more, after shaking hands, he went straight to the dressing room to get dressed.

The atmosphere after the game was even better than the previous two games, because this victory had more thrills of revenge than the previous two games, and it was a real blow to a top 64 team, and some people even danced.

They all knew that this victory was brought about by Jiang Mu, who silently strangled the opponent's top scorer in the second half.

After three games, although the teammates didn't fully understand Jiang Mu, everyone knew that this brat definitely still had untapped strength, at least the various offensive methods counted as one.

Jiang Mu has begun to subtly become the spiritual leader of the team.

A person becomes a spiritual leader, often from the moment his teammates start to rely on him.

This time when they returned to school, there was still no special movement. After three games, the mentality of the players also changed. They were filled with the desire to continue to win. No one deliberately promoted the perfect start of the team.

The next day, a whole day's rest was arranged. After Jiang Mu got up and had breakfast, he went to the morning class as usual, and he didn't have to attend the class in the afternoon.

Jiang Mu came to the training venue slowly and wanted to shoot again, but found that there were already some people in the venue.

Jiang Mu was very relieved that this group of guys actually knew to take the initiative to train.

Just as Jiang Mu had just stepped into the arena, there was the sound of a basketball hitting the ground heavily.

"Who said our basketball team can't do it? We won all the first three games!"

This is Erwan's voice, mixed with some unwillingness and anger.

Immediately afterwards, a strange voice responded with sarcasm:

"Win the first three games? Children, are you afraid that your brains will be kicked by the donkey raised by my old grandmother? Just you? If you encounter a stronger team, you will lose. Now the rotten fish and shrimp balls in the regular stage The team was defeated by you, do you really think you can do it? Wait to be given up!"

Jiang Mu suddenly felt someone pat on the shoulder, turned his head and saw Old Terry's depressed old face, holding some documents in his hand.

"Go in and have a look!"

Jiang Mu followed Old Terry into the training hall, and what he saw was that the players were surrounding a bald middle-aged man.

"What? You guys still want to hit me? Come on, if you hit me, your basketball team will be cancelled."

The balding middle-aged man is called Modan Valente, and he is the deputy director of the Athletic Department of the University of Wyoming. Valente, who is about to be promoted to the full-time minister, feels that he must hang around more in the Athletic Department, so he came to basketball The team's training hall.

Valente used to be the team leader of the Wyoming football team. The relationship was very tense when the old Terry was coaching the basketball team a few years ago. Valente, who is like a pinhole, has seized the opportunity this time.

"Mr. Valente, it's rare for you to come here, what can I do?"

Erwan stepped forward anxiously after seeing Old Terry.

"Coach Terry, he just said yes."

Old Coach Terry reached out and stopped Erwan.

Valente: "Your basketball team consumes so much money every year, and you can't make it to the top 64 every year. That is to say, you got in last year by luck, but it was embarrassing and lost in the first round. This time I have submitted a reduction Application for team financial support."

Of course Old Terry knew about this matter. The document in his hand was about this matter, and it was very simple.

The cost has been directly reduced by half!
really!The best result of the University of Wyoming Aurora team these years is last year's top 64. Many years ago, they did not enter the top 64. The school board of directors is not a charity organization. The minister of sports is about to retire. The proposal to reduce the basketball team's funding is easy to fail. been included in the discussion.

The basketball team has not even been assigned a team leader these years, and no student is willing to take up the role if they can't get results, so the old Terry did it.

"I've just got a proposal document for reducing the budget. You don't really think it's done, do you?"

Old Terry looked very ugly.

Valente: "Hehe. The suggested documents can be released, but will the official documents be far away? I can tell you in advance without any politeness, the official documents will come when you lose the next game! At that time, the savings will be released Half of the funds go to the football team, after all, the football team can enter the top 32 every year!"

Old Terry was furious.

"Really? I think you'd better wait slowly, maybe you can wait until the end of March."

Valente's mouth was deliberately opened wide.

"Oh my god, did I hear that? The end of March? The end of March in March Madness? You don't mean to me that you guys are going to finish the semi-finals and enter the finals? Why don't you say that you are going to win this year? Do you think this is 1943?"

Jiang Mu: What did you say?Why can't you understand?Damn, this old bald man is annoying!
The University of Wyoming has also been a super team in the history of the NCAA. Although the University of Wyoming is a first-level member of the National Collegiate Athletic Association, its performance in the NCAA in recent years can be described as dismal.

But the University of Wyoming has also won an NCAA championship, which dates back to the 1943 team led by Kenny Sellers.

Old Terry: "Everything has not been determined yet, Deputy Minister Valente, just wait and see!"

Old Terry specially emphasized the word "vice", and Valente's face turned colder in an instant.

"Mr. Terry, I don't know how many years you can live. You may be lucky enough to enter the top 32, but I believe that you will not see the Wyoming basketball team enter the top 16 in your lifetime!"

Not only Old Terry, but all the players in the training hall were furious.

Jiang Mu: I go?This old bald man doesn't care if he says anything else, how dare he curse my father?

Valente felt that he had won the confrontation this time, and was about to walk out with a smug smile.

"and many more!"

Valente stopped, turned around and saw Jiang Mu's Asian face.

"Yo? Isn't this the Chinese player who broke his leg a few days ago? Is the injury healed? It seems that your basketball team is really failing. A yellow-faced person like you can occupy a team spot. Yours The prospect is worrisome!"

Jiang Mu walked straight in front of Valente, who was more than a dozen centimeters taller than Valente, instantly oppressing Valente.

"Your nose hair is coming out"

Valente: "WHAT?"

Everyone: ".?"

Jiang Mu: "Nose hairs shouldn't come out. If they come out, they should be cut off with scissors! It's like some words can't be said, but you have to take them back! You should take back what you just said!"

(End of this chapter)