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Chapter 238 At the concert

In the middle of the night, Yang Ke was lying on a big soft bed with his hands behind his head and his eyes staring at the ceiling. Popovich's words made it difficult for him to make a choice for a while.

On the one hand, even if he hasn't practiced much in breaking through the basket and causing damage, relying on his own soft touch and super fast speed, he can still pose an immediate threat, and it is difficult for opponents to make restrictions in a short time.

But on the other hand, Yang Ke is very clear that once he starts to kill inside, he will definitely face fierce fouls from big men, and the possibility of injury will be greatly increased.

But now, Yang Ke is hard to let go of his starting position and tactical status on the field.After all, the ultimate team basketball represents mediocre performance opportunities and time. Under normal circumstances, it is almost impossible to continue the recent amazing performance in the Spurs.

As an Asian player who has been mixed in the NBA, Yang Ke knows that only with a normal and stunning performance can he be treated more fairly.And there is another point. The NBA has always had reservations about the physical fitness and recovery of Asian players.

Both options have their own pros and cons, which is why it is difficult for Yang Ke to make a final decision, and because of the repeated entanglements that night, he has complete insomnia and cannot fall asleep for a long time.

After carrying it until about four o'clock in the morning, Yang Ke passively and slowly fell into a deep sleep.As a result, his sleep quality was very poor, and his body was exhausted, so he slept very hard.

As a result, in the early morning of the next day, the continuous ringing of the mobile phone failed to wake him up.And it wasn't until the afternoon when the dazzling sunlight shone on his face through the window that Yang Ke woke up leisurely.

"not good!"

As a long-term player who gets up early to practice, Yang Ke is very familiar with the appearance of San Antonio in the early morning.Therefore, at the moment when his consciousness returned to normal, he felt the glare of the sun and felt something was wrong.

Immediately got up from the bed, Yang Ke reached out to touch the mobile phone in the bedside table, and held it in front of his eyes.As he was still not used to the intensity of the sunlight, Yang Ke could only look at the screen with empty eyes.

"Oh my God!"

Seeing that it was twelve o'clock at noon, Yang Ke cried out in surprise, raised his left hand, and subconsciously wiped his face with his palm.I want to adjust my emotions in this way.

Later, among several missed calls, Yang Ke first called Popovich, and when he was connected again, he looked a little nervous and said slowly: "Coach, I, I overslept...no To be able to participate in training this morning..."

On the phone, when Popovich heard the words, he smiled and interrupted Yang Ke, who was about to make a deep confession, and said, "It's okay, when old Jack said you were not in the arena this morning, I guessed that you must not have slept well last night. Don't worry, today's training has been cancelled, I also wanted to talk about this when I called you before."

Yang Ke was taken aback, the news came so suddenly that he couldn't help asking, "Why?"

Popovich didn't evade anything, and said directly: "There is something wrong with Taylor Swift's concert venue. She came to us and hoped to borrow the arena. I discussed it with the boss and I think it is beneficial. Tonight There was no competition, so I agreed to her."

Ok?!

Hearing this, Yang Ke frowned.He remembered that Taylor's concert was tonight, and at this critical moment, something went wrong with the concert venue that had been booked.If it were just a coincidence, no one would believe it.

An hour later, after finishing the phone calls with all the people who cared about him, Yang Ke immediately stood up straight, moved to the window, looked at the sky outside the window, and fell into deep thought.

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At the AT&T Center Arena, hundreds of staff are busy in an orderly manner. They want to build a large concert venue here within half a day.Fortunately, the equipment is already in place, it just needs to be moved, and the degree of difficulty is still within an acceptable range.

"Teacher Lighting, we need..."

At the same time, Taylor Swift, wearing a white T-shirt and red high-waisted shorts, stood in the center of the venue, pointed to the LED lights on the ceiling, and said something to the people around him.

Although the arena has installed as many as 4 LED lights and more than 200 advanced illuminants, the number is still a bit small for a large-scale concert, and some places still need major adjustments.

After fully explaining his thoughts to the lighting engineer, Taylor walked towards the other side without stopping.After the general arrangement was ordered, she had time to sit in a corner of the auditorium to rest.

Suddenly, an insulated box entered her field of vision. Taylor was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head, looked at Yang Ke who appeared at some unknown time, and asked in surprise, "Yang, why are you here?"

"Emma asked me to take care of you."

Shrugging, Yang Ke put the insulated box next to Taylor, then turned to look at the still busy staff, and asked, "Have they had lunch?"

"I've asked my assistant to buy it."

Shaking his head, Taylor picked up the insulated box without any notice while talking, knowing without thinking that it was the meal prepared by Yang Ke.Although Yang Ke's cooking didn't suit her taste, it was much better than takeaway.

As soon as the words were finished, Yang Ke saw a familiar fat man walking in from the entrance with a few cooks pushing a group of small dining carts.And the staff, who were already extremely hungry, temporarily put down their work in an instant, and all rushed forward.

Nodding, Yang Ke immediately sat on the bench, thinking of some things he heard from Emma, ​​and asked: "I heard that the owner of the previous venue wanted to rule you in secret, will there be any harm if you do this?" Danger?"

After taking a sip of bone soup, Taylor curled his lips in disdain, and said with great personality: "Just him? A self-righteous old man, he can only dance in San Antonio. If he wants to sleep with his old lady, I'll fuck!"

"fair enough."

It seemed to have no effect, so Yang Ke nodded, stopped asking too much, and continued to sigh, "No matter where it is, the entertainment industry is really difficult to get involved in."

"The world of adults is not easy to talk about."

Shaking his head, Taylor looked very calm. Thinking of some knowledge in the circle, he continued, "My circle is pretty good, and it's almost cleared up. It just depends on whether you want to Just accept it. And those who have unreasonable thoughts about me can't threaten me at all."

After finishing speaking, Taylor paused, and she suddenly remembered a piece of news she had heard: NBA referee Donaghy wrote a book when he was in prison, "NBA's Culture of Deceit".

The book describes the likes and dislikes of many famous whistlers, as well as the interesting "penalty" game among referees. It also reveals some instructions issued by the league's top officials to referees to control the direction of the game.

And this unspoken rule, the most unfair point, is that you don't necessarily get rewards for what you pay.The objects it leans on are obedient and commercially valuable superstars, as well as those giant teams with big ball markets.

(End of this chapter)