from the golden generation

Chapter 90
"Brother, wake up."

In the morning, Yan Yaqi wakes up Yan Song for the first time.

The exhausted Yan Song looked at his younger sister in a daze, and smiled with a corner of his mouth.

"This dream is so real."

Yan Song only thought it was unbelievable that his sister woke him up.

Seeing that her elder brother didn't respond, Yan Yaqi slapped Yan Song on the face.

Yan Song felt the pain, and immediately stood up and looked at Yan Yaqi.

"It's not a dream!"

Yan Song was shocked, while Yan Yaqi frowned.

Am I really that lazy?

Yan Yaqi didn't argue with her elder brother, Yan Song looked at the alarm clock beside him.

"It's past eleven o'clock, and I've slept for so long."

Yan Song quickly opened and closed his eyes a few times, only to feel a pain in his body.

Seeing himself like this, how could Yan Song not understand that his body was exhausted.

Recently, my training volume has been increasing, and I will train after eating. Even if I vomit, Yan Song will continue to work hard.

"It seems that I have to treat myself a little better."

Saying that, Yan Song got off the bed.

The younger sister can wake herself up, probably because she is too hungry to wake herself up.

...

The lunch was very sumptuous, and Yan Yaqi was envious of Yan Song's cooking skills.

This also made Yan Yaqi dependent. If Yan Song throws her outside now, Yan Yaqi will starve to death in all likelihood.

"You have to learn to cook in the future, so I will spoil you."

Saying that, Yan Song pinched Yan Yaqi's nose with chopsticks, but the other party didn't take it seriously and continued to eat.

"Beep beep."

At the same time, Yan Song's cell phone rang.

After Yan Song connected, he found that it was Coach Van Gundy.

"Yan Song, why aren't you the first to come to the arena today? Are you sick or something happened?"

Van Gundy asked twice. In the past, Yan Song was the first to train in the arena, and he would arrive several hours earlier than them.

So the key to the arena has been kept by Yan Song, but today when Van Gundy came.

I found that Ewing and the others were at the door, and when he passed by, they found that the door was not open.

Fortunately, Van Gundy also had the key, so he entered the arena.

"Sorry, coach, I overslept."

"Is it a cold? Or are you too tired?"

"No, I just overslept, what, I'll be at the arena in a while."

Yan Song hung up the phone with a slightly hurried tone.

Van Gundy knew that Yan Song was lying, and Yan Song was definitely too tired.

Sure enough, the problem of the playoffs made it difficult for a rookie to forget.

He has seen Yan Song's hard work in the past few days, and he has trained more than anyone else in the team.

Even more than the sum of the two people, Yan Song is too hard, which makes Van Gundy a little distressed.

To be honest, Van Gundy didn't want Yan Song to play with the team today, he wanted Yan Song to have a good rest.

But not long after Yan Song hung up the phone, he led Yan Yaqi to the arena.

As soon as he entered the gymnasium, Yan Song began to take off his clothes. He took off his shirt and pants, leaving only the jersey that he had worn inside.

After tidying up, Yan Song started shooting training.

Houston was already on the field ready to pass the ball to Yan Song.

As soon as Yan Song stepped onto the court, Houston sent the basketball to him.

Yan Song has sharp eyes and quick hands. After dribbling the ball after receiving the ball, he shot from a negative angle.

"Shh."

The sound of the basketball hitting the net can be heard far away. This sound makes Yan Song very addicted. He enjoys the process of shooting.

"It feels good today."

Houston praised Yan Song, but Yan Song was not polite to Houston, and nodded with a smile.

On the seat, Van Gundy stroked his hair. Yan Song is really energetic, but anyone who is not blind can see the dark circles.

Van Gundy is really worried about Yan Song's physical condition now, and now it seems that the suspension will not benefit Yan Song.

It didn't weaken his arrogance and energy at all, Yan Song was still the same Yan Song.

"Coach, Yan Song is too pouty, don't all Chinese people have this personality?"

It was Ward who asked the question, and Van Gundy shook his head in denial.

In his view, it has nothing to do with race, only people change people.

Perhaps many things in his childhood affected him, giving Yan Song a unique character, even more important than rebelliousness.

Everyone couldn't understand why Yan Song worked so hard, including Yan Yaqi.

The happiest thing about Yan Yaqi is that she was raised by her parents until she was 13 years old.

But Yan Song is different. A 4-year-old boy who was abandoned can still live until now. It is really not easy to live a chic life...

"Okay, let's gather together and stop training."

Van Gundy stopped the training, he had something to say, of course it was to give Yan Song a rest.

"First of all, I can face the Utah Jazz tonight. I hope everyone can treat this game as a playoff game."

The words fall.

Starting from Ewing, Yan Song nodded a few times with big dark circles under his eyes.

"The next thing I want to talk about, Yan Song, you don't need to play with us today."

Before finishing speaking, Yan Song jumped up and said loudly.

"No, today I want to collect the strengths, weaknesses and habits of Jazz players."

Similarly, before Yan Song finished speaking, Van Gundy interrupted.

"Then you should also pay attention to your body, what do you look like now?"

Saying that, Van Gundy took out the mirror and put it in front of Yan Song.

The boy in the mirror had a vicissitudes of face, and there were two big, thick dark circles under his eyes.

"But I..."

"Don't say any more, Yan Song is the coach's order, and it's what everyone wants. We hope you can love your body too."

Say it.

Van Gundy drove away Yan Song, but did not let Yan Song go home.

They all knew that if Yan Song was let go, he would do everything possible to buy a ticket close to the stadium, and then check and analyze it.

Yan Song was locked in the arena lounge.

At first, Yan Song resisted by smashing the door and shouting.

But after a while, Yan Song also noticed the weakness in his body.

"Hey, why do people have to rest!"

Yan Song sat on the bed, smiling innocently.

Bored, he didn't think about the Utah Jazz anymore.

Yan Song recalled the past uncontrollably.

In the picture in my mind, Yan Song is wrapped in coarse cloth and helping others with work.

When the other party is happy, he throws a few coins to himself, and asks him to buy something that people eat to fill his stomach.

Later, when I was injured at work, the people who hired me gave me a small bungalow for fear of causing trouble.

Yan Song remembers very clearly that he laughed very happily that day.

"We will remember the past?"

Yan Song questioned himself, puzzled.

"Could it be, is it that I'm dying, is this... is this, a flashback?"

Yan Song was a little scared. He remembered that someone told him that when people are about to die, they will recall what happened before.

Yan Song now mistakenly thinks that he is going to die.

But this was just his imagination, Yan Song lay on the bed in the lounge and fell asleep, and his past events were still happening in his dream.

It seems that he will never let Yan Song go in his life...

　The second update, everyone should cherish your body, rest when you are tired, the body is the most important thing.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)