Reborn NBA's Strongest Talent

Chapter 50 50. Travel Together

"I think it feels good now." Westbrook moved his ankle slightly.

"Don't exert force on your ankle for the time being, it's better to observe for a few more days, otherwise hidden diseases will remain." The team doctor finished the examination and took a pen to write in the report.

"How many days?" Westbrook showed some impatience in his eyes.

"A week. This sprain hurts the soft tissue." The team doctor stopped writing and looked up at Westbrook seriously. He guessed what Westbrook wanted to say.

"One week is too long, three days, no, two days. The next game is two days later." Westbrook really wanted to return to the court early, and his attitude was very firm at this time.

"No! You will put more burden on your ankle if you force yourself to play!" The team doctor also insisted.

"I will definitely play in the game the day after tomorrow. Please help me prepare a fixed bandage...and painkillers." Westbrook left the team doctor's office with a few words left.

The expression on the team doctor's face changed many times, and finally he wrote "two days" in the suggested playing time.

Westbrook walked back to the arena, his ankle still hurt a little, but it didn't affect his walking posture, he gritted his teeth and insisted on holding back.

The group training has just ended, and some players are still playing practice matches, and Richard is in it.

Got the team's highest 21 points in yesterday's game, and Richard got more respect.

Can digest the ball, take the initiative to help teammates find and adjust the direction, and can respond toughly on the offensive end.

Although there are still many technical flaws, he is not the most capable player and is still very young.

Westbrook sat on the sidelines, watching the performance game on the field, with a serious expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Russell!" Adams, who was sitting aside and watching the game, leaned over.

A big center who doesn't have the ability to attack independently doesn't like this kind of game very much, but as a member of the young people, he likes to watch from the sidelines.

He might look younger if he shaves off his beard.

"Is it better? I think you have removed the bandage. Don't force it, you must listen to the team doctor." Adams' words were full of concern.

"Don't worry, it's okay. They're playing well." Westbrook's eyes stayed on the court, without looking at Adams.

"Victor's breakthrough was sharp, and Li Cha's shot was accurate. The two led a team and played very well." Adams also turned his eyes to the court and introduced.

Not long after, the part-time referee coaching staff blew the whistle for the end of the game, and Oladipo led the team to defeat Richard's team.

"It's easier to score without a center." Westbrook turned his head and smiled at Adams.

Kanter joined Oladipo's side, and Adams and Collison were both absent.

At the end of the game, the players walked off the field one after another, and Richard and Payne exchanged some details of the breakthrough.

"Russell, how is your foot?" Seeing Westbrook sitting on the sidelines, he naturally greeted him.

"Very good. Li Cha, are you free? Go out with me today." It turned out that Westbrook was waiting on the sidelines for a purpose.

"Huh?" Richard looked at the players around him, many of them showed expressions of sudden realization, and then said goodbye to Richard enthusiastically.

Richard was confused and only nodded.

"Damn! What is this!"

A yellow and black Lamborghini completely shocked Richard's eyeballs.

Tough shape, technological lines, and cool wheels... There is no man who does not fall in love with it.

Even if there is, it is too poor to even think about it.

Richard bent down, watched and touched the sports car carefully, feeling it with all his heart, trying to keep every bit of it in his mind.

Even knowing that Westbrook likes fashion and prefers cool sports cars, being able to get close to him still makes Richard a little distracted.

Westbrook was speechless, opened the scissor door remotely, and got into the car door with a low body, "Hurry up and get in the car!"

"Are you in the car? Can you do it?" Richard quickly tidied up his clothes, and smelled his body for smell, and got into the car excitedly.

The car body was very short, and Richard couldn't sit up straight due to his height, so he could only lie down halfway. However, the length of the car body was not a problem at all, and it was more comfortable to lie down this way.

With a bumpkin face on his face, Richard continued to look at the interior of the car.

Westbrook started the sports car, kicked the accelerator, the engine roared, and the huge driving force pressed Richard against the seat back.

"This pushing force is really amazing!" Richard was even more excited.

The sports car drove on the road quickly, and Richard remembered that he still didn't know where his destination was, "Russell, your car is so cool. Where are we going?"

"Just follow along." Westbrook didn't answer.

Richard can only continue to focus on the excitement of riding a super sports car.

Soon, the speed of the car slowly slowed down, turned left and right into some narrow roads, and finally stopped with the sound of "creaking" brakes.

Li Chade was almost shaken to motion sickness, and after getting out of the car, he leaned on the wall by the side of the road and wanted to retch.

Westbrook smiled slightly, walked to the hood of the car and opened it...

I'm sorry, but poverty limits the imagination. The front of Lamborghini is not the hood, but the "front trunk", and the rear of the car is where the engine is, and that side can be called the hood.

When Westbrook was lifting things from the front trunk, a group of children rushed out of a large courtyard behind him.

"Wow" "Ah" "Ha"

All kinds of noisy children screamed.

In an instant, Westbrook was surrounded in the middle.

Westbrook held up the gift box in his hands, and the children couldn't reach it, but they kept bouncing around Westbrook's legs, desperately trying to reach the things in his hands.

Westbrook pushed the children away while moving towards the courtyard, "Don't grab, don't grab! Where's Miss Katie?"

There was a doting look on his face, his eyes were full of tenderness, and his mouth was full of smiles.

"Richard, follow up." Seeing that Richard didn't follow, Westbrook didn't forget to call him.

There were more question marks on Richard's head, and he followed Westbrook in a daze.

A dignified nun was already standing at the gate of the courtyard.

Wearing a black and white monastic uniform, with only his face exposed, he has a very handsome appearance among American people, very kind and friendly.

"Alright, alright, children, get out of the way of Mr. Westbrook." The nun's voice was as crisp as a bell, and could still be heard clearly amidst the chaotic voices of the children.

This group of children just parted ways, but they still reluctantly followed Westbrook one step behind, step by step.

"Miss Katie, hello." Westbrook took off the gift box and said hello to the nun at the door.

Miss Katie returned a loving smile, "Mr. Westbrook, may the Lord bless you!"

Bow slightly.

"Okay, you guys take the things back and wait for Miss Katie to distribute them." Westbrook saw that the children behind him were still eager to move, so he simply gave them the gift box, and he didn't have to carry the things himself.

The children cheered and gathered around again, snatched something from Westbrook, and then rushed into the courtyard cheering.

"You come to visit the children every year, thank you so much." Katie always kept a loving smile on her face, her eyes became more gentle when she looked at the children, and then she made an inviting gesture to Westbrook.

"It should be." Westbrook waved to Richard and walked into the courtyard.

Richard quickly followed behind.

"Russell, do you visit these orphans every year?" Richard walked quickly to Westbrook and asked in a low voice.

"Yes, Mr. Westbrook brings gifts to the children every year when Christmas is approaching. He is simply a young Santa Claus." Katie also walked beside the two, beside the two basketball players who were much taller than ordinary people, Sister Katie was like a child.

"I'm just doing my best. Miss Katie is more worthy of our respect after staying in the San Sisco Orphanage for 20 years." Westbrook replied very piously.

20 years!Richard turned his head to look at Sister Katie again in surprise, this delicate face does not look more than 30 years old, this...does good deeds, can you freeze your age?

Or is it really the glory of the Lord?

Stepping into the gate of the orphanage, Richard was shocked again. The orphanage in front of him was majestic, in stark contrast to the surrounding small houses.

The decoration of the house is carefully maintained, the building is relatively new, the four-story building is very delicate, and more importantly, there is a playground.

This area should look like a slum area, and it shouldn't be the ZF's credit to make the orphanage look like a school.

The most important thing is that there is a basketball court in the middle of this playground.

The exact same basketball court as Bellevue.

It's not a standard court, but it's still divided into two halves. The hoops, backboards, rims, and nets are all clean and shiny.

Richard gasped.

Is it...

"Why, do you want to fight again just after practice?" Seeing the change in Richard's eyes, Westbrook bumped him with his elbow.

"No, I'm just amazed. I've seen such a stadium in Bellevue, and I often go there to train." Richard smiled slightly.

"Bellevue? Yes, it was built together there too, it should be the same type." Westbrook replied lightly.

Sure enough, these stadiums were funded and built by Westbrook, and it seems that these two venues should not be the only ones.

"Russell! You're finally here." A big kid came out of the room, holding a basketball in his hand.

"I will beat you this year!" Pointing at Westbrook with one hand, he walked into the court.

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