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Chapter 165 Community Service
Yang Ke and Jeremy Lin turned their heads one after another, only to find that the person who was speaking was the general manager of the team and a retired Hall of Fame player: Shaq O'Neal, a big fat man weighing 350+ pounds.

"Shaq, hello!"

When they saw O'Neill, Yang Ke and Jeremy Lin immediately stood up and greeted each other with smiles.

Tan Tan nodded, and after a while, O'Neill stopped a step away from the two with a serious face, and then said: "The league is a place that pays attention to strength, as long as you are strong enough, then those racial discrimination will naturally disappear. "

"We understand!"

Nodding in agreement, Yang Ke agreed immediately.As a black player, O'Neal has suffered a lot of racial discrimination.Therefore, although his words are very direct and do not sound good, they are all facts.

Americans admire the strong, and as a very confrontational NBA, this is even more so.No matter how much you complain on the media and social platforms, it is not as obvious as winning the game and defeating the strong.

"Young's luck is very good. There are many players of other skin colors and countries in the Spurs team. Under the training of Coach Popovich, the atmosphere of the team is very united."

O'Neal turned his head and stared straight at Yang Ke, with a flash of satisfaction in his eyes, thinking of his current situation, and then slowly said, "Under the influence of the team, the fans in San Antonio are very harmonious, so as long as If you don't do anything stupid, it's hard to feel racial discrimination in the team environment!"

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and Yang Ke smiled happily. The environment O'Neal mentioned was exactly what he was very grateful for.To be honest, if he was selected by any other team, he would not have developed on the right track as he is now, and he might suffer worse than the current Yi Jianlian.

"Jeremy Lin, your situation is not so easy. The atmosphere in New York is not very good. If you want to further reduce the racial discrimination you suffer, the first thing to do is to maintain your current performance."

Then he looked at Jeremy Lin. As a retired basketball senior, out of concern for the younger generation, O'Neal said earnestly, "I suggest you talk to Anthony when he comes back. I believe that as a veteran, he Will take care of newcomers to a certain extent."

"thanks, I will!"

Jeremy Lin nodded and said cautiously.He clearly remembers that in the first game when he went crazy, Anthony suggested to coach D'Antoni during the intermission that he should get more playing time in the second half.

And it was because of his performance in the second half that he conquered D'Antoni and was praised by him: he has his own rhythm and his own reasons, and knows what he should do on the court.And it was from that game that he set off the "Linsanity" that has been very popular so far.

"Okay! Two young lads, it's the All-Star Weekend now, don't think about it so much for now, just relax!"

Seeing that both Yang Ke and Jeremy Lin listened to his words, O'Neill looked very happy, put his hands on the shoulders of the two of them from the middle with a smile, and then said, "Now let's go to our team's community and meet Meet those kids!"

An hour later, the members of the O'Neal team, who had changed into casual clothes, took the league bus, followed by several news vehicles and supply vehicles.Divided into eight teams, went to eight different communities in Orlando to participate in community-organized care activities, each team followed by a large number of reporters.

Unsurprisingly, Yang Ke and Jeremy Lin were divided into a small team, and the other two players in the team were Griffin and Monroe. Under the leadership of community workers, they walked into several impoverished residents.

For those families, all kinds of materials purchased by the alliance were sent. Of course, the reporters accompanying the team must have taken photos for them to confirm.In the end, Jeremy Lin was assigned to repair a nearby children's basketball court, while Yang Ke was assigned to paint the walls.

Since Yang Ke had learned how to paint walls when he was helping Jiang Gong's production team, he didn't need the help of the staff at all. He just picked up the white latex paint and painted it on the black wall.

Since the little boy from this poor family has been following him, Yang Ke asked with a smile while painting the wall: "What's your name?"

"Gene!"

Gene is a little black boy with almost shaved black hair. Due to lack of nutrition, Gene's body is very thin, but his small belly is abnormally protruding.

"Good name!"

Nodding with a smile, Yang Ke turned his head to the side, and was stunned for a moment when he saw Gene's numb and expressionless little face.The smile gradually disappeared, and he asked suspiciously, "Jin, why are you not happy at all?"

Gene raised his small head, stared straight at Yang Ke with a pair of small eyes, and asked very directly: "Uncle, why do you have to ask reporters to come, why can't you make donations secretly? I haven't seen you come before." But, is it just to get a good reputation?"

Jin's direct question, which belonged to a child, made Yang Ke stunned.As far as poor families are concerned, maybe they don't want such fanfare aid.And for a child under ten years old, what has he experienced to think so much.

Putting down the paint bucket and brush in his hand, Yang Ke squatted in front of Gene, and said softly: "Jean, do you know why we didn't come before? That's because we didn't know about it. There will be reports from the media reporters. There are more people who know you."

"And those who really want to help you will also take corresponding actions. Just like now, aren't we here to deliver various supplies and repair various facilities for you? Also, you have to remember, there is no One thing can sit down to cover everything!"

Tilting his head, frowning slightly, Jin's small smart eyes turned back and forth, as if he was thinking about the meaning of Yang Ke's words.

Looking at Jin's serious thinking, Yang Ke laughed happily, pulled his little face with his hand, and said with a big smile: "Haha, Jin, don't think so much! Come on, smile !"

After playing happily for a while, Yang Ke let go of his hand, picked up the brush again, and continued to paint the wall. Although there were many staff members to help, the task was still very heavy, so he had to hurry up.

At this moment, Gene suddenly remembered something, followed in Yang Ke's footsteps, and asked curiously: "Uncle, I heard that if you win tomorrow's game, our community will have a lot of money to improve our lives." Is it right?"

"Of course!"

"So can you win?"

"...I don't know, but we'll do our best."

(End of this chapter)