explosive dribbler

Chapter 6 Meeting West

Jackson and Afro knew that this revenge plan had failed.

"Don't fight, let's go, there will be a period later." Afro walked to Jackson's side, said to An Xiaonan, and then turned around with the ball and left.

An Xiaonan chuckled, his goal had been achieved.

It was only then that An Xiaonan realized that there was a blond young man in casual clothes sitting on the stands in the distance, and he seemed to be watching him.The blond young man stood up and walked towards where An Xiaonan was.

After taking a closer look, An Xiaonan remembered who he was, wasn't he the Magic scout boy Brett Gison last night.

"An Xiaonan, please allow me to solemnly invite you once again, come to the Magic team for a trial training with me, you will definitely be satisfied there! The Magic team is the best destination for your magic dribbling, isn't it! "Jisen said with a smile as he approached.

An Xiaonan didn't speak, just looked at Jisen quietly.A gust of wind blew, and Jisen's slightly long blond hair was blown up. Jisen frowned and said, "Ann, why are you still hesitating!"

An Xiaonan has his own plans, he can't be so reckless to enter the nba as an undrafted pick, that way he will only get away with it.He must be fully prepared before entering the nba.

"Opportunities don't come easily, and I am patient. Come to me when you think about it!" Gisen sighed and walked away.

An Xiaonan stared at Ji Sen's back, lost in thought.

At night in New York, the streets are brightly lit, and many bars and nightclubs are already packed with guests.The bright moon hangs high in the night sky, accompanied by the stars, and the lights of Wanjia led the stars to spell out this night.In the weak corners of the streets and alleys, the beggars fell asleep on the floor. They lived in the darkest places in New York, but they were not worthy of pity.

In the backyard of a small apartment building is a half-sized basketball court.The position of the basket can be seen clearly by using the lights in the apartment. This place is simple and quiet. Rather than playing ball, it is more suitable for drinking tea.

An Xiaonan stood on the free throw line, his upper body was completely wet with sweat, he raised the ball and shot it.

"Dang!" The ball bounced off the inside of the basket, and An Xiaonan panted heavily. He felt as if he had encountered a bottleneck, and his skills had hardly improved in the past two months.Even if he trains alone every night.

An Xiaonan walked to the hanger, pulled a towel off the hanger, wiped off the sweat on his body, and walked towards the bathroom in the apartment.

An Xiaonan lay in the bathtub, quietly feeling the rising mist around him, thinking about something all the time, only to see his mobile phone and a postcard on a storage table next to the bathtub.The picture on the postcard is of an old man with white hair...

"I can't hesitate anymore." An Xiaonan decided to take a gamble. He had a vague feeling that if he gave up the opportunity in front of him and chose to enter the NBA through the draft next year, the result would be very different.

"What kind of future can I have... Everything is difficult at the beginning, and this beginning is really as difficult as the beginning of writing a novel!" An Xiaonan gave a wry smile, and quickly typed in a number of times but did not dial. phone number.

"Hello, this is West." A vigorous and powerful voice sounded.

"Yaohu, I wonder if you still recognize who I am." An Xiaonan said.

The other end of the phone was silent for a while, and then hesitantly said: "Listen to this voice... An Xiaonan?"

"Oh, you can recognize me just by hearing the voice! This really surprised me." An Xiaonan said in surprise.

West was also surprised. In just one day, An Xiaonan already knew his nickname.An Xiaonan must have worked hard to investigate him.After knowing what kind of person he is, he can still call him. West already knows the decision An Xiaonan made.

"I'm surprised too, you seem to want to take a risk by my side." West laughed.

"Risks and opportunities coexist, why don't you give it a try! Mr. West, I think we can meet and have a chat. Tomorrow morning at ten o'clock in your office, are you interested?" An Xiaonan said.

"Waiting for the good news." After West finished speaking, An Xiaonan hung up the phone.

"I don't know what kind of future this step I took will bring me." An Xiaonan slowly got up, and while twisting his sore shoulders, he walked out of the bathroom.

The next day, at 7:2 a.m. on July 9, New York time, a black Porsche stopped under a building on Greenwich Street in Manhattan.

"Nan, is this here?" Mr. Liu, An Xiaonan's exclusive driver, turned his head and asked.

"Thank you, Liu." An Xiaonan nodded to Liu, and then got out of the car.

Looking up at the high-rise building, An Xiaonan glanced at the postcard in his hand, room b on the 15th floor, this is the current coordinates of West.

An Xiaonan tidied up his attire. Today he rarely wore a formal suit. This set of formal attire cost at least two thousand dollars.

An Xiaonan strode into the building, entered the elevator and pressed the 15 key.

"Mr. West, hello." An Xiaonan stood in front of West's desk, and West also stood up. The two shook hands and sat down facing each other.

"You came earlier than I thought!" West glanced at the gold watch on his wrist, and it was still 10 minutes before the appointed time.

"Sir, I can't suppress the feeling in my heart that I want to enter the NBA. I think our talks can start now." An Xiaonan said impatiently.

"Young people nowadays are all quick-tempered." West didn't look anxious at all, and lit a cigarette, "Don't mind if I smoke. I'm getting old, and cigarettes are like women. Understand. Since you can come to me, we have a chance of success. Did you come alone?"

West was a little surprised, how could a person who could thoroughly investigate him in one day come to his office alone.

An Xiaonan smiled, but did not answer the question directly: "I must show my sincerity, after all, I may be facing the best manager in history."

West smiled: "Since this is the case, I have to show my sincerity. After all, I may be facing the best player in history."

"You're flattering me." An Xiaonan was a little flattered, after all, the same words are spoken by different people with completely different natures, and West has a great say in this aspect, which led An Xiaonan to think that West was Compliments him intentionally.

"You Chinese are really humble. Why, don't you have some confidence in yourself? Or do you still have doubts about what I, a 'demon fox', say?"

(End of this chapter)