ace marshal

Chapter 201 Lan Shengli's Unexpected Discovery
Rudy has fully proved his ability through the match with Real Madrid, which also makes Brooks very fond of this "European trapeze".

And Rudy's home team is also very active. It's like introducing someone to young men and women. Both parties are very pleasing to the eye, so let's meet up.

So, under the arrangement of Rudy's home team, Brooks came to meet with Rudy alone.

At the beginning of the chat between the two, Rudy's humble attitude, relatively fluent English, and his lofty ambition to see the NBA as his dream all left a very good first impression on Brooks.

But as the chat deepened, it seemed that the situation had changed, and then Rudy said: "If you really want to sign me, I think I need some commitments,,,, a commitment to a starting position,,,,"

As soon as Rudy said this, Brooks frowned instantly. Obviously, a European rookie who has not really entered the NBA, entered the American basketball, and made such a request is simply "arrogant".

"That's right, the team's starting lineup depends on the coaching staff's decision and the player's personal ability. The starting lineup is won by strength, not by promise. I hope you can understand this point. I hope you can think clearly about how you should go next,,, "

Brooks thought for a while, and replied in a very strong tone.

Hearing what Brooks said, Rudy seemed a little unable to respond, and the chat between the two fell into a stalemate.

It seems that Brooks has made the decision for the team, and it seems that he will not give a promise.

On the other side, Lan Shengli was still in the arena, walked out of the box, and was about to leave.

"Lights out, I should retreat too,,,"

Lan Shengli watched the lights of the arena gradually go out, and then said, preparing to leave through the exit.

"Huh~!?"

Just when Lan Shengli had already walked out of the small door, he suddenly found a light behind him.

"What's going on~!?"

Lan Shengli turned around and saw the headlights of the stadium turned on again, so he became suspicious and turned back.

I saw that in the empty arena, the auditorium was already empty, but on the court, there was a tall and strong white man who was practicing hooks.

Presumably this person turned on the light again and started training alone.

"interesting,,,"

Seeing this, Lan Shengli sat in the nearby auditorium and watched.

I saw that this was a man wearing a training jacket with the Real Madrid logo on it. No, look at the long golden hair covering the ears, the slightly immature appearance, and the figure with a relatively high fat content. To be precise, he was a man. boy.

Although the boy's stature looks bulky, but judging by the little steps that sway left and right under the basket, he is still dexterous, and he is almost 210 cm tall, and he seems to be able to complete the slam dunk effortlessly.

"Could it be from the Real Madrid youth team~!?"

Lan Shengli looked at it, wondering.

"Brush~~"

"Brush~~"

"Brush~~"

The boy opened his left and right hands, and continuously threw small hooks near the outside of the penalty area, which seemed to be relatively soft.

"Interesting, go down and have a look,,,"

Lan Shengli seemed to be very interested in this boy who suddenly appeared and practiced alone, and walked down the stairs in the auditorium.

Could this little boy be a windfall for Lan Shengli~! ?
While talking, Lan Shengli had already quietly arrived at the seat beside the court, and the boy came to the free throw line, as if he was about to practice free throws.

The boy who was concentrating on training didn't notice the existence of Lan Shengli either.

"Brush~~"

"Brush~~"

The boy's free throw basic skills are not bad, and his free throw percentage is not bad.

"Papa papa~!!!"

"I think you seem to be lacking a sparring staff,,,"

Lan Shengli couldn't sit still, so he stood up, walked towards the boy, and said.

"Who are you~!?!?"

The boy immediately turned his head when he heard the sound, looked at Lan Shengli with a frown, and became suspicious.

"I,,, I'm a guest here, right?"

Lan Shengli thought for a while and replied.

"The training method of self-picking and self-shooting is difficult to make the muscles form shooting memory,,,"

Lan Shengli continued talking, walking towards the basket.

"What do you mean~!?"

The boy still had a questioning expression, looking at Lan Shengli, wondering.

"Be your free sparring partner,,,"

Lan Shengli looked at the boy with a face full of smiles, signaling that he meant no malice.

"It's up to you,,,"

The boy didn't ask any more questions, and continued to aim at the basket, preparing for a free throw.

"Brush~~"

Another hollow net.

"nice shot,,,"

Lan Shengli, who was standing under the basket, received the ball, said, and passed the ball back.

"Are you Spanish~!? Or American~!?"

Lan Shengli looked at the boy who was patting the ball and continuing to prepare for free throws, and asked.

"Spain, my hometown is Barcelona,,,"

The boy continued to aim at the basket while answering.

"Your English is very good,,,"

Lan Shengli praised.

"Brush~~"

It's hollow again.

The boy did free throw practice like this for about 15 minutes, and Lan Shengli was always at the basket, helping to pick up the ball.

"You are a member of Real Madrid~!?"

The boy returned to the bench to drink water, and Lan Shengli followed and asked.

"no,,,"

The boy still replied succinctly, it feels like he doesn't really want to talk to Lan Shengli.

"No wonder I didn't see you on the bench in the previous game, so why are you wearing Real Madrid's training uniform~!?"

Lan Shengli continued to ask.

"I'm trying out for Real Madrid,,,"

The boy spoke bluntly.

"Oh, so that's why it's so late to practice alone~!?!?"

Lan Shengli continued to ask.

"Yes,,,"

The boy's answer is still concise.

Saying this, the boy took off his coat.

"Oh my god, is this figure really a professional athlete~!? It feels a little amateurish,,,"

Looking at the dangling fat of the boy's arms and the looming beer belly, he looked like an obese boy who frequented McDonald's, Lan Shengli sighed unconsciously in his heart.

"I didn't expect that he really doesn't have much muscle, but thinking about it this way, according to his figure, the previous hooks and foot movements at the basket seem to be very flexible."

Lan Shengli continued to sigh as he thought about the boy's previous training scene.

"I am leaving now, bye,,,"

The boy got up suddenly and walked straight away.

"By the way, thank you for helping me pick up the ball,,,"

The boy stood firm, continued talking, and walked towards the players' tunnel.

(End of this chapter)