The King of the NBA

"The Timberwolves lost again."

"Really? Three consecutive losses."

"It's just a three-game losing streak. I feel like they're still not good enough. They won two games before, but then they're not good enough later. Look at this, they're out of luck this year, and they won't be able to make it to the playoffs."

"How about Ning?"

"Hehe, what else? It's similar to the current situation of the Timberwolves. It was good at first, and then it didn't work. In these three games, he didn't score more than 15 points."

"Oh, but as an undrafted pick, it's not bad."

The Timberwolves suffered a three-game losing streak, and there was a lot of discussion from the outside world.

Some reporters even blocked the door to interview Timberwolves players and coaches.

For interviews with reporters, Adelman stopped them all and refused to interview players: "If you have any questions, you can ask me, and I can answer them. The players still need training. Please don't disturb them."

The reporters' eyes lit up when they heard "Anyone can answer".

On the side, the Timberwolves public relations manager was anxious, and quickly gave Adelman a wink, but Adelman pretended not to see it, and pointed to a reporter: "Excuse me."

This is a middle-aged man with blond hair, holding a microphone, and asked almost without thinking: "Coach Adelman, do you have anything to say about the three-game losing streak?"

"No." Adelman said: "If you lose, you lose. There are reasons, but there is no reason. I don't want to say anything, because this has already passed, and it is meaningless to say it."

The reporter sat on the wax, but unexpectedly got choked on the first question.

Next to her, a female reporter in her twenties rolled her eyes and rushed to say: "Coach Adelman, it's meaningless for you to talk about the past. What about the future? Do you think you can win the next game?" , End the three-game losing streak?"

All the reporters looked at Adelman in unison.

"We must win." Adelman was very straightforward, without being sloppy, and said directly: "We will definitely win the next game, and there will be no four-game losing streak, I promise."

"But what if we lose?" the female reporter asked.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the Timberwolves public relations manager immediately stood up, snatched the microphone, and let him face the reporter's questions and rescue Adelman.

But even so, Adelman's words have already been spoken, and it is impossible to swallow them back. If the Timberwolves still lose in the next game, he will be ashamed.

After the interview, the Timberwolves public relations manager pulled Adelman back with a wry smile on his face: "Coach Adelman, how can you guarantee it, just in case?"

"I know." Adelman interrupted: "I know what this means, but we have to end the losing streak." He is not a fool, knowing that this is tantamount to pushing himself to the forefront, but he did it anyway, Put it to death and survive, forcing yourself, and at the same time forcing a group of Timberwolves players.

Soon, all the Timberwolves players knew about it.

Everyone felt heavy in their hearts and felt the pressure was great. If they lost, then Adelman would definitely be ashamed, and they would have no face to face Adelman at that time.

On this day, everyone was silent, but the training was very hard. The next game they will play against the Mavericks - no matter what, this game must not be lost again.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the players had already left.

Ning Yi didn't leave, he ate something outside, then returned to the arena, and was about to practice again when the phone rang. Ning Yi picked up the phone and took a look, then pressed to answer: "Ye Qian."

"Hmm." Ye Qian's voice came from the phone, "What are you doing?"

"Training at the gym."

"Target center?"

"right."

"Oh." Ye Qian was silent for a while, and then said: "I haven't been to the target center yet, can I come? If it's inconvenient, forget it."

Ning Yi said: "It's convenient, the team's training is over today, and I'm alone. Come here, call me when you get outside, and I'll come out to pick you up."

hang up the phone.

More than half an hour later, Ye Qian arrived.

She is dressed very casually today, with a white shirt and jeans, but her figure is too hot, and the shirt is almost torn in front of her chest, which makes people worry about her. The slim-fitting jeans outline her round and straight legs exceptionally Alluring, the graceful curves are like a work of art, and the beauty is thrilling.

Seeing Ye Qian, Ning Yi was stunned for a while, this figure is really too good, it doesn't look like a girl in her early twenties at all, God is partial.

"What are you looking at?" Ye Qian asked with a smile.

"Oh, it's nothing. Let's go, I'll take you in." Ning Yi rubbed his nose, a little embarrassed, greeted the staff, and took Ye Qian to the training arena on the basement floor, "Sorry, I'm sorry today. The training task has not been completed, if you don't mind, you can take a look around first."

Ye Qian nodded, but did not walk around, but sat down on the sidelines.

Ning Yi continued to train. This is an indispensable course for him every day. In addition to the team's training, he has to practice. The system is his exclusive trainer.

First shot, Ning Yi came outside the three-point line, took the ball and took a step forward, then suddenly jumped up, almost at the same time as the jump, the ball was shot, amazingly fast.

Swish!

With a soft sound, the ball went hollow into the net.

Ning Yi stepped forward to pick up the basketball and continued.

When Ning Yi was training, Ye Qian watched Ning Yi from the sidelines. She was very quiet and patient, and she was not busy with other things. Just watching Ning Yi train like this, Ning Yi could feel her, but she would not be caught. The feeling of being disturbed.

Half an hour passed.

Ning Yi stopped, the sweat dripped down one by one, and fell on the floor, turning into tiny drops of water, and when they gathered too much, it became a pool of water stains.

"Whew, wheeze."

The panting sound was severe, and the lungs were burning, as if a flame was burning.

This is too much physical energy consumption. Ning Yi has long been used to this feeling and began to breathe rhythmically. With his adjustment, the burning heat in his lungs began to dissipate, and his physical fatigue weakened.

"The method the system taught me really works. Just adjusting the rhythm of breathing can quickly relieve physical fatigue." Ning Yi admired in his heart.

If it weren't for such a set of methods, Ning Yi would not be able to practice more every day like this. Even if he could persist mentally, his body would not be able to persist.

"Here." A snow-white arm stretched out, and Ye Qian handed Ning Yi a towel and a bottle of water, "Wipe off your sweat first, drink some water."

"Thank you." Ning Yi thanked and took it.

This time Ning Yi didn't pay attention, his hand and Ye Qian's hand touched together, a smooth and soft feeling passed from his fingers, which made Ning Yi's heart beat uncontrollably faster.

Ye Qian was very calm, she smiled and said, "I'm going back to school."

"So fast." Ning Yi said: "Let me treat you to dinner, but I left you alone when you came here, and I just focus on training myself. I'm really embarrassed."

"It's okay." Ye Qian didn't care. She smiled and said, "You must be tired from training. There is a game tomorrow. Go back and rest early." After speaking, Ye Qian turned around and walked outside. After a few steps, she stopped, Turn around and shout: "Ning Yi, you will definitely win tomorrow's game, come on!"

"Well, definitely." Ning Yi nodded with a smile.

Ye Qian didn't say a word of comfort, but just watched him train silently on the sidelines, but in Ning Yi's view, this was more precious than any comfort.