Bishop of the Devil

But Richard's next short answer made Adelman almost faint without catching his breath!

"Okay! I believe you!"

"What if you can't make Miller an All-Star in a few years?"

"I'll do it myself!"

…

Adelman left Richard's room, a little lost. He still doesn't understand why Richard agreed so happily...

Is it a scam? !

It seems that there is no need. Richard holds the No. 8 pick. Compared with the Warriors' No. 11 pick, this is an absolute advantage. There is no need to cheat!

Regardless of whether it was a fraud or not, Adelman could only trust Richard, and he could not really kill Richard with one shot.

…

"What's wrong, are you unhappy? Man!" Richard looked at Miller's gloomy look and couldn't help but said with a smile.

Miller nodded...

"Man, Adelman is actually right. The most suitable coach in the world to coach you is not me, but Adelman!"

"I have told you more than once that you are the best centerpiece of the Princeton system, and the Princeton system can even be called the Adelman system. You should know that he is more suitable to coach you than me!"

Miller didn't understand what Richard said, but it was still difficult for him to accept...

There is obviously a chance to continue playing under Richard!

"Coach, I still want to play under you, even though I know what you and Adelman said are right!" Miller said in a low voice.

Richard couldn't help laughing and scolding: "No, you don't want to!"

"You kid, hurry up and get ready to join the Warriors!"

"You have to know that if I come to coach you, I still don't know that it will take years and years of the monkey to make you an All-Star. You may not be able to make the All-Star in your entire career!"

"In that case, wouldn't my prediction be invalid?"

"Go away and be your all-star!"

After that, Richard drove Miller out of the room...

…

The whole night, Richard couldn't sleep, thinking about the draft that would start tomorrow, and the NBA history that was about to be changed by him!

It wasn't until four or five in the morning that Richard fell asleep...

At three o'clock in the afternoon the next day, Richard got up, dressed up carefully, put on a well-fitting dark suit, and waited for the evening draft to officially begin!

At 7:30 in the evening, Richard and Carlisle entered the venue.

The coaches or management of each team were arranged in the box area and could clearly see the scene in the draft hall.

There were many relatives and friends of Little Green Room players in the hall, and many local New Jersey fans in the stands.

The so-called green room players are actually players who are predicted to be selected in the lottery before the draft. They are voted by the general managers of each NBA team. In one draft, about fifteen players can enter. Opportunity for a small green house…

Of course, the little green room is not green, but black!

Richard feels a little confused about the purpose of the NBA setting up the Little Green Room...

Just imagine, a group of people stay in a dark room and then let the bosses choose. From time to time, the bosses' satisfied laughter can be heard.

What do you think? It won’t be the NBA draft!

It's more like the routine of business clubs in some counties, towns and towns in China...

"Huh? Draft?! It seems that the club is also called the draft! So that's what it means..." Richard smacked his lips and thought with a smile.

…

"Li, why don't you tell us the list you want to choose?" Cali Perry was not far from Richard and asked Richard.

Richard smiled and shook his head, now is not the time.

"Man, just wait a little longer. Don't worry. Anyway, you got the chips you wanted..."

Cali Perry looked helpless, didn't he just choose Brad Miller? As for keeping it secret!

…

In the small green room, fifteen players sat together in small groups and chatted...

“Man, you’re definitely going to be a top five pick!”

"How is it possible? I know my strength very well, but it's you, man. I think you might be selected in the top three picks!"

"Hopefully, haha, if you can really be selected in the top five, I will definitely treat you to a good meal!"

Newcomers chatted with each other in business in small groups. Everyone knows the meaning of multiple friends and multiple paths!

But inside the little green room, there were several players who looked a little out of place...

Iverson, Raheem and Miller were all selected into the Little Green Room. The three of them were very disdainful of the business bragging of other newcomers around them.

They have their pride!

They are the overlords of the NCAA, and these newcomers in front of them may not even be qualified to become Iverson's opponents in the NCAA!

The noisy business nonsense of these newcomers naturally made the three of them very disdainful.

To be precise, the three of Iverson look down on these newcomers who are making noise...

"Miller, what's wrong? You look depressed?" Iverson patted Miller on the shoulder and asked in a low voice.

Big Brother Ben was not here, and Iverson was the big brother in the team. Seeing Miller's gloomy look, he couldn't help but ask.

"Allen, actually I have a chance to continue coaching..." Miller said with a sad face.

Iverson and Rahim were shocked. Not only could they be coaches, but Miller also had a chance? !

"Can……"

"Hey, you'll know in a minute..." Miller lowered his head and said.

Iverson and Rahim were puzzled, but seeing that Miller was not interested in continuing, they did not continue to ask!

…

In addition to the three Iversons, there are two other players in the little green room who are out of place!

One of these two people is Kobe, the other is Nash...

The two of them sat quietly in the corner, with no one talking to them, and they couldn't get in the conversation of the people around them, making them look very lonely...

Kobe was drafted as a high school student, and he was the only high school student in the entire Little Green Room. O'Neal, who was also drafted from high school, did not enter the Little Green Room.

If O'Neal was here, he would have a companion to talk to...

As for Nash, his school is not well-known in the NCAA, and he is short and thin. The new players don’t even know this player...

…

At eight o'clock in the evening, NBA President Stern came to the front desk!

"Dear friends, thank you for participating in this draft!"

"..."

"I wish these young guys good results in the NBA!"

"I wish them a happy future!"

"Now I declare that the 1996-1997 season draft has officially begun!"

Stern took the stage to speak and then announced the official start of the annual draft!

Richard's fingertips tapped rapidly on the table, and he was extremely excited!

coming!

96 golden generation!