The American Scripture

[Dao Zang America] General Chapter Serial Post [Forbidden Water] m

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Playing in the NBA, especially Asian players, if you are not good enough, you will not get enough attention, and you will even get discriminated early. This discrimination also manifests in the training field, and Wei Chao gets the treatment That's it. He was injured, and the coach knew who hurt him, but he just didn't deal with the perpetrator.

Michael McKinsey is a strong black man. His abilities are similar to Wei Chao and he is in a competitive position. But if Wei Chao is injured, the first substitute will definitely be him, and he is right, and coach Mike · D'Antoni will definitely take care of the overall situation and will not impose severe punishment on himself.

　　 Yes, he was right. Although he received a verbal warning, what is a verbal warning?

"Boom boom boom!" The monotonous bounce sound echoed on the training ground. The players all left one after another. Only Michael McKinsey remained on the training ground. He was not doing extra training, anyway, just absent-mindedly patted. ball.

"Michael!" Someone called him, "Do you want to practice more? Never saw you like this, because of tomorrow's game?" A tall black player walked towards him, a Lakers teammate, small forward Anto Morris, he has a good relationship with Michael and he is not a starting small forward.

"Next!" McKinsey suddenly threw the ball towards him, Morris caught it, and the two randomly cooperated one by one. He threw the ball high, McKinsey jumped up at the basket, and then hit the ball with one hand. He pressed hard into the frame, and the frame made a trembling "clang" sound.

　　 It seemed to be venting. When McKinsey landed, he exhaled and said to Morris: "You are not leaving?"

　　 "I'll see you." Morris walked into McKinsey and looked at him quietly. Say in a very soft voice, "Did you mean it? Mike!"

　　 "What nonsense are you talking about!" McKinsey glared at him and turned to take his own bag. Obviously he was very sensitive and even disgusted with the topic Morris mentioned.

"I know it's difficult. But... even if you do this, who can say it's right or wrong?" Morris glanced at McKinsey, who was packing his luggage, shaking his head and smiling bitterly, "I did that too. Over."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Anto, do you want to tell me that I deliberately broke Wei's foot? Did you say that? That's how you treated me? That was an accident. Anto, It was a **** accident!"

　　 McKinsey suddenly became impulsive. He threw down his bag and yelled at McKinsey almost roaring, staring at him sternly.

"Don't get excited, Mike. Are you so excited, can you still be in good condition on the court? You play with this emotion, then do you think D'Antoni will be satisfied?" Morris also shouted at McKinsey Yelled, "You have to adjust your state, you have to face this matter."

　　 McKinsey was silent after hearing what Morris said. Yes, he is in such a state that he is hard to beat. It can be seen from the previous game that he came off the bench, and the result was nothing, only one assist and zero three shots. As a result, he was replaced in only six hasty minutes.

　　 Six minutes, the time is really not good for a first backup guard, and if his performance is bad, he may be traded by the team in the future. Usually such a substitute role will be completely marginalized when the number of transactions increases.

　　 "What do you want to say?"

　　 After a long silence, McKinsey looked at Morris with a muffled voice. Stained a sentence.

　　 "Abandon your current thoughts!" Morris said politely, "Abandon your guilt and your guilt, so that you can easily go into battle."

"Enough, Anto. Do you think I don't want to? But I can't do it, it's like a nightmare, damn, if I can do it again, I might... well, I'll step on it, you You win, you moral judge!" McKinsey raised his hands, then turned around and picked up the bag to leave.

　　 "You are a coward, Mike!" Morris yelled from behind him, "You are a sissy, you are a sissy who dare not urinate!"

"what did you say?"

　　 McKinsey threw the bag down, rushed towards Morris, shook his fist, hit him in the chin, and then took a sip on the ground.

　　 "You... never call me a sissy, you damn... asshole!"

Morris got up, touched the blood on the corner of his mouth, and smiled. He said to McKinsey, "Yes, yes, that's it. This is you, McKinsey. You won, even if the means are not very bright. , This is the NBA, this is the competition, we all come here like this."

　　 "You—" McKinsey looked at him dumbfounded.

"Yes, even if the means are not very bright, but... Mike, I still want to tell you, since you have won this competition, then you are the winner. The winner does not need to feel guilty for the loser. Some should Just pity!"

　　 McKinsey laughed, then patted Morris on the shoulder, and walked out of the training hall first, leaving Michael McKinsey in a daze.

　　 He suddenly felt that Morris's words made sense. Yes, I have won this competition, so why should I feel guilty? There should be only compassion. That's it. Thinking of this, McKinsey felt a lot quieter in his heart, like finding a shelter from the wind.

　　 He lifted the bag and walked toward the outside of the training ground without looking back. In the sunlight coming in from the door, his shadow appeared oblique and stretched very long.

　　 Santa Monica Hospital is a hospital designated by the Lakers.

　　 After Wei Chao and Zhen Fan spoke on the phone, they felt a little more comfortable. For a long time, the grievances and unwillingness held in my heart finally had a small vent. Although I was still unwilling, but at least it was a little more comfortable, so as not to drive myself crazy.

　　 Recalling that I made my debut from CUBA, entered the CBA all the way, and finally entered the NBA. I only know the hardships in it. I didn't expect to work hard and not play a few games before being blackfooted. Is this fate?

In Los Angeles, apart from his own translator, he has almost no friends. The relationship between his teammates and him is very close, and the coach does not value him very much. Although the team owner values ​​the Chinese market behind him, the coach is based on the whole game. The team needs to start.

　　 I really don’t want to go back like this. Such an injury, even if it is healed, will have sequelae. If there is a gun, Wei Chao even wants to hold the gun, first kill the **** with black feet, and then kill himself with one shot.

　　 has been lying here for two days. After the assistant coach came once, no one came to see him again. He is the forgotten corner of the Lakers. Even if he sees the nurse, he has a cold face.

　　 At this time, the cell phone on the bedside rang, Wei Chao was a little surprised, who was calling him? He hopes to be a coach, even if it is a few words of comfort, he will feel great comfort.

"Zhen Fan?" The name on the phone surprised Wei Chao. He didn't expect Zhen Fan to see him. After all, he and Zhen Fan were opponents on the basketball court before. However, he played really well, if not In terms of height, he will definitely be better than himself in the NBA.

"Zhen Fan? It's you... I didn't expect that, which hospital I live in? Yes, it is the Santa Monica Hospital in Los Angeles. It seems to be the name of the church, haha, yes... well, come here. Thank you for coming!"

　　 Wei Chao hung up the phone, a little dazed. He didn't expect that his former opponent would come to see him. This surprised him a bit and felt warm in his heart.

　　 Not long after, someone knocked on the door, and then the door was pushed open. A smiling face appeared at the door, and then a bunch of flowers. Yes, it was Zhen Fan.

　　 "It seems that your complexion is not so good! Because you can't play?"

　　As soon as Zhen Fan spoke, Wei Chao couldn't hold back his face. Which pot shouldn't be opened, Wei Chao was speechless, then pointed to the chair in front of Zhen Fan and motioned him to sit down.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you, can I see your feet?" Zhen Fan said as he walked over, instead of sitting down, he wiped his feet. Obviously, his feet were covered in plaster. Can't see anything.

　　 "A comminuted fracture, reimbursed for the entire season, even if it's good, I am still in the NBA." Wei Chao smiled bitterly and shook his head, "It seems I still don't adapt to the competition here!"

"It seems that you really are. You can't be cruel, it's hard to adapt to such an environment!" Zhen Fan nodded, and then smiled at Wei Chao, "Don't worry, everything will be fine, can you let Will the doctor show me your X-rays?"

　　 "Why are you looking at that?" Wei Chao looked at him in surprise.

"I'm not just a nightmare on your court, but I'm still a Chinese medicine doctor!" Zhen Fan smiled, "While Western medicine is good, the things of our ancestors may be better~www.wuxiaspot.com~ if used properly. ."

　　 "Are you... Are you a Chinese medicine doctor?" Wei Chao's mouth grew wide. He and Zhen Fan have fought on the court for many games and never knew his identity, so he was shocked to hear this.

"Yeah, I opened a Chinese medicine clinic in Temecula, and... If you trust me, I will treat you, and in just one month or less, I will make you recover as usual. Of course , It depends on the severity of your injury. Are you thinking about it now? Do you want to give me your X-rays?"

"Of course I trust you, but... I am afraid that the coach of the team does not trust you. I am now a member of the team, which means that I am the property of the team. If you want to change the treatment plan, you have to let the team Agree!" Wei Chao smiled helplessly, as if laughing at himself.

"It's okay, you can apply, I can afford to wait, of course you don't have to choose me." Zhen Fan looked at him, if Wei Chao trusted him, then he would treat him, if he didn't trust him, he would never Came here, because the most basic things are gone!

"Well, I trust you!" After a moment of silence, Wei Chao nodded firmly, anyway, this is not an adventure, but a glimmer of hope after despair, even if it is seen by a drowning person. Like a floating straw.

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