from the golden generation

Chapter 9 The truth? (recommendation ticket requested)
After Yan Song and others returned to Georgetown University.

In the school basketball hall, there are already people waiting here.

There were two people on the other side, wearing black clothes and blue ties.

"Hello, is this Coach John?"

The opponent went straight to Coach John, and the coach responded.

"I'm right, are you?"

Seeing that the other party was confirmed, the two introduced themselves.

"Hi, I'm a scout from the NBA's New York Knicks."

"Hi, I'm a scout from the NBA 76ers."

The two greeted Coach John very politely, and then looked at Iverson.

"Allen, long time no see."

The 76ers scout laughed.

"Are you satisfied with living in the small villa?"

"It's okay, why are you here again, old man?"

The AI ​​kept smiling, and then was pulled aside, and continued to chat with the other party.

Seeing Iverson chat happily with each other, and the scouts of the 76ers deliberately kept themselves from getting close to AI.

The scout from the New York Knicks was speechless, he couldn't beat others himself.

But this is a bit too much, just now I told me that there is a chance.

It's shameless for you to play this kind of routine when people come!

The scout scorned the opponent, then looked at Yan Song with a smile on his face.

"It's Mr. Yan Song."

"Ah."

Yan Song nodded.

I don't know if he was afraid of being robbed by others, so he dragged Yan Song out of the arena.

"Watch whatever you want, training!"

The coach urged the lost players, they were very happy to have won the game.

But suddenly it was like missing 100 billion, and it made people feel lost again.

Coach John shook his head helplessly, sometimes talent is really better than hard work.

Yan Song is here.

The scout was in front of him and said excitedly.

"Mr. Yan Song, I think you know your senior Ewing."

"I've heard that it seems to be Coach John's student."

"That's right, he just watched your game."

The scout grinned.

Yan Song was puzzled and asked.

"Then why did you come to see me?"

"Mr. Ewing said that he wants to introduce you to the counterpoint."

The words fall.

Yan Song was shocked.

"Wait a minute, my head is a little bit, so what!"

Yan Song spoke incoherently and was too excited to speak.

The scouts had an opportunity and continued.

"The New York Knicks assure you that we will draft you in the first round and we will develop you."

The words fall.

Yan Song is a little sober, you are not drawing cakes for me, are you?

If you fail to trade yourself again, you will lose money.

"I don't believe it, I'm just a beginner, how could you choose me."

When Yan Song came to his senses, the scout pointed to the sky with his left hand and swore.

"I guarantee my personality, really you have to believe me, the Knicks need an outside line."

"Come on, I'll go back and ask the coach."

After finishing speaking, Yan Song turned his head and ran away.

The scouts chased after him.

In the end, desperately, he stuffed his business card into Yan Song's pocket and shouted.

"Be sure to think about it carefully, we will wait for you."

...

After a while.

Coach John laughed out loud after hearing what Yan Song said.

"The awareness of anti-fraud is good, but is the Knicks really interested in you?"

The coach was surprised, and under Yan Song's gaze, he called Ewing again.

"Hello, Ewing."

"Coach? What do you want from me?"

"You Knicks scout just harassed my new student."

"Harassment? No way, coach, I just told him to bring that No. 11 kid over."

Ewing didn't dare to lie, and answered the coach truthfully.

After coach John confirmed again, he asked Ewing and Yan Song to talk on the phone.

"Hey, boy Yan, I don't beat around the bush."

"Listen, the Knicks are short of good guards now, and I introduced you to the coach because of the face of your junior."

"Of course you can choose not to come, but if you do, I promise you."

"We will give you enough time to grow and develop, so I hope you will think about it slowly."

Ewing talked a lot and didn't give Yan Song a chance to speak at all.

Seeing that the other party was silent, Yan Song was about to speak.

But Ewing hung up the phone directly, Yan Song looked puzzled, what is this.

thinking.

Yan Song looked at Coach John, and the coach helped his eyes.

Putting his hand on Yan Song's shoulder, he said.

"You can try it, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"Coach, but I'm just a beginner."

"It's okay kid, you were born for basketball, you can do it."

The coach spoke earnestly, seeing that Yan Song still wanted to speak, he continued.

"Go to training first, think slowly, don't worry."

The words fall.

The coach forcibly pushed Yan Song onto the field and started a training match with his teammates.

night.

Yan Song lay on the bed at a loss, the words of Ewing and the coach still echoed in his mind.

They are right, this is indeed an opportunity.

After all, I only played basketball for three or four days, if what they said was true.

Yan Song is willing to give it a try.

With an idea, Yan Song started to act.

Then he called the scouts.

The bell just rang, and the other party quickly connected the phone.

"My God, thank God, you've changed your mind, haven't you?"

"Not yet, can I visit your team tomorrow?"

"Of course, what time tomorrow? I'll pick you up."

The scout spoke very fast, which made Yan Song think that the NBA is nothing more than that.

However, this thought was quickly forgotten.

The two agreed on a time, and chatted for a few more words.

Yan Song fell asleep.

the next day.

The other party came to Iverson's house as scheduled and picked up Yan Song.

In the car, the scouts had been groping Yan Song's body, and after a long time, they finally said.

"You weigh?"

"83 kilograms."

"Then how tall are you?"

"1.9 meters."

The scout stroked his beard and said.

"A little skinny for your height."

Yan Song nodded.

The two stopped communicating after that.

Yan Song also noticed the change in the other party's attitude.

Does he think he has the chance to win, or is he already in his pocket?
In this way, Yan Song finally arrived at the location of the New York Knicks after sitting for a long time.

Entering the spacious arena, the scouts pushed Yan Song inside, and then locked the door.

"What's the situation? Was it tricked?"

"Come here, rookie."

A chimpanzee-like man in the distance threw the basketball over, and Yan Song hurriedly caught it.

Walk slowly toward the center of the field.

When he got to the other side, Yan Song said slowly.

"Senior Ewing?"

"Yes."

Ewing replied.

"I really don't understand Coach John, why do I have to recommend you to the team?"

"The old man doesn't usually ask for help, but for you, he asked for help for the first time."

Yan Song was awakened by Ewing's words.

Yan Song stood there blankly, cleared his mind, and asked.

"You said, Coach John recommended me to come?"

"Yes."

　The second one, come on Ollie.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)