ace marshal

Chapter 595 Sweet top 16, start the battle~! !
"The morning training is over~!"

In the basketball hall of the University of Houston, Lan Shengli asked Westbrook who had just finished training and took off the bandage on his wrist.

"Yeah, it was almost 11:30 when I came to the gym, so I just warmed up for a while and got used to the court and the basket,"

Westbrook said.

And there is a reason Lan Shengli went out of his way to find Westbrook.

Because Byron, who came to "visit the class", wanted to take a photo with his idol Westbrook, so Lan Shengli approached him.

"Westbrook, Love, and Collison, haha, it's really the first time to see the players at the end of training at such a close distance. It feels like the one who has put on the jersey and is playing on the court. It's a completely different situation now,"

Byron, who was waiting near the player tunnel, looked at the players and sighed.

"I have a friend with a very good relationship. He is your fan. I hope to take a photo with you, sign an autograph, I don't know,,,"

Lan Shengli asked.

"He's here~?!"

Westbrook asked, without seeming to resist.

"Well, here we come~!!"

Seeing this, Lan Shengli immediately nodded and greeted Byron.

Seeing this, Byron immediately ran over.

"Hello~!! Ever since I saw you enter UCLA last year, I like you very much, come on~!!"

Byron walked up to Westbrook, looked up at him, and said with his trademark innocent smile.

"Hello~!! Thank you for your support~!!"

Westbrook also responded with an innocent smile, purely non-toxic and harmless.

"The smiles of these two people seem to be copied and pasted, haha~!!"

Seeing this scene, Lan Shengli shook his head and sighed.

After a brief greeting, the two of them took photos with Byron's prepared camera.

"Haha, finally succeeded~!!!"

With his left hand on Westbrook's shoulder and his right hand giving a thumbs up, Byron looked at the camera, smiled, and muttered to himself.

After Byron asked Westbrook to sign again, he and Lan Shengli left quickly.

"Brother, this feeling is really indescribable, it's amazing, haha~!!"

Byron imagined the picture of taking a photo with Westbrook before, and sighed.

"This kind of situation is rare, so you have to cherish this group photo, if Westbrook really grows into a superstar in the future, maybe your group photo and autograph will be very valuable~! !"

Lan Shengli said.

"Haha, I hope~!!"

Byron smiled.

"Do you want to watch the game the day after tomorrow~?!"

Lan Shengli asked.

"I know that for you, tickets are not a problem, the main thing is time,,"

Lan Shengli continued to speak.

"Haha, yes, time is really like money to me now, it is too precious, I will not go to the game the day after tomorrow, UCLA will definitely win, there is no doubt about it, I am ready Tickets for the Final Four are now available, and it won’t be too late to see you UCLA in that game~!!”

Byron said.

"Then, I hope too, haha~!!"

Lan Shengli laughed.

Afterwards, the two chatted briefly for a few more words, and then they bid farewell.

"I'm so hungry, hurry up and eat~!"

Thinking about it, Lan Shengli ran directly onto the bus rented by the team, and the car drove towards the hotel.

"I thought your friend was a yellow-skinned Chinese like you,,,"

Westbrook, who was sitting in front of Lan Shengli, turned his head and sighed.

"Oh, he is my best friend here after I came to the United States, and it is also because of him that I embarked on the road of basketball,"

Lan Shengli responded.

"It sounds like you two have a lot of stories,"

Westbrook sighed.

"Haha, I have a chance to tell you something,"

Lan Shengli sighed and smiled.

The team quickly returned to the hotel, and everyone went directly to the restaurant for dinner.

"Move, move~!! Raise your head~!!"

"Pay attention to outside defenders, pay attention to three-pointers~!!"

In the subsequent training, UCLA also spent a lot of time under Coach Holland's very high-intensity training mode. Compared with the previous low-intensity pre-match preparations, there was a very big contrast.

"Although it is gratifying to see the players playing so hard in training matches and having such a good competitive state, but I don't know if such high-intensity training will cause injuries~!! March Madness has come to this point, and injuries can be serious. It’s really too hurt~!”

Lan Shengli sighed as he watched the players actively running on the field.

The team's internal training method is still the suggestion made by Lan Shengli: let the substitute players "play" the role of the University of Connecticut, and let the main players such as Westbrook adapt to the opponent's three-pointer tactics.

Two days passed quickly, and there were less than three hours left before the game between UCLA and the University of Connecticut. The UCLA group left the hotel, got on the bus, and prepared to go to the arena.

"I hope that when I come back, the atmosphere here will be extremely hot~!"

Feeling the relatively quiet and serious atmosphere in the car, Lan Shengli sighed.

The bus soon arrived at the University of Houston.

"UCLA~!!!"

"UCLA~!!!"

"UCLA~!!!"

The car had just driven near the arena, and the UCLA fans who had been waiting for a long time gathered around the bus and shouted loudly.

Seeing this, Westbrook and others were also very surprised, either waving at the fans or giving a thumbs up.

"My God, why does it feel like I'm back at UCLA~?!"

Seeing this shocking scene, Lan Shengli sighed.

It seems that the number of UCLA fans in Houston is considerable, and they are all absolute "die hard".

"Oh~!!!!!!"

The players got out of the car, and the cheers from the fans intensified.

"Connecticut, come on~!!"

"Connecticut, come on~!!"

However, some cheering voices from opponent fans can also be heard. After all, this game is still played on a neutral ground, so it must be equally fierce in the contest of fans.

It's already like this outside the field, but one can imagine how tragic it will be on the field.

After entering the venue, the players went to the locker room, changed their equipment, and soon came to the court.

Because they have trained many times, the players should be no strangers to this field.

As the fans gradually entered the stadium and filled the auditorium, players from both sides entered the stadium, the referee threw the ball into the air, and Thabeet and the UCLA center jumped high.

Sweet 16, the battle begins~! ! !
(End of this chapter)