Some people say: The deeper the love, the more intense the hatred.

Perhaps this is how Bill Ranbir feels about Dako Milicic.

Dako Milicic's outstanding physical fitness, soft feel, shooting position without a trace of blind spots and physical ability that can't run makes countless coaches want to take him under his command, train him well, and witness the rise of another superstar from his own eyes.

It was obvious that Bill Ranbir was also the feeling of being a good teacher at the beginning, but when he suddenly discovered that Dako Milicic's fragile mentality made his achievements not reach the achievements that everyone expected, the disappointment would naturally fill his heart, and even the disappointment gradually evolved into resentment. It was reasonable for him to call Dako Milicic a coward.

Dako Milicic was not included in my training list by Bill Ranbir. This is not only because he was disappointed with Dako Milicic, but more because Dako Milicic could not communicate with his teammates on the court. If he was allowed to play, he would become the third-party strength of the opposing sides.

Christian Letterner obviously was unwilling to give up his dream of being a good teacher. He was tutoring Dako Milicic in the preschool class, dancing all day long, and telling Dako Milicic that the word "Miliic" means shooting, and which word represents passing.

I was training hard and very hard. Although I knew that Bill Ranbill's test was destined to fail, I was still working hard, observing the movements of the other nine people on the field on the court. I observed the positions of my teammates, the positions of the defensive parties, and trying hard to calculate the movement trajectory of everyone on the field in my mind. But my training was still full of failures.

Bill Ranbill was constantly adjusting his training plan, and he revised the training plan that was doomed to fail again and again. From the initial estimation of the position of 9 people and the speed of 9 people, to the only need to estimate the position and speed of two defenders on my side and three people on the opponent's inside, from the initial intensive defense of the inside to the opening of space, let me face the defense of 1 person behind my back, from the initial teammates running around, and then to the initial gesture of my teammates starting to act. But no matter how the training plan is modified, the training results are always hovering below the boundary of success.

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August 4th. Early in the morning, 5:30

My biological clock woke me up on time. I glanced at Ivanka. Trump's seductive body gently lifted the velvet quilt. He put on his sportswear, washed up hurriedly, then walked out of the door, and ran to the big lawn in the front yard facing the rays of rays of light in the east, preparing to start my daily compulsory homework - practicing Tai Chi.

Americans are used to spending nightlife. For a normal American, before 12 o'clock at night, it is a period of entertainment. When you fall asleep, you should fall asleep after 12 o'clock, and when you wake up in the morning, you should usually get out after 8 o'clock. Even the milkman and postman who always get up early usually go out after 6 o'clock. Five-thirty in the morning is the sweetest time for Americans to sleep.

I enjoyed this moment very much, and the entire Tulip Manor was still calm and sweet in my sleep. Stepping onto the green lawn and stretching my body on the lawn. Breathe fresh air and letting go of my heart, I seemed to be able to feel that I was closely connected with the world.

But today seems a little different. In the place where I often practice Tai Chi, I saw a tall figure. The tall figure was closing his eyes against the rising morning glow, stretching his arms out, feeling the fresh breath between heaven and earth.

I was a little surprised! I don’t know why Dako Milicic got up so early and why she appeared where I contacted Tai Chi, but I vaguely felt that he was here to find me.

Dako Milicic was enjoying the beauty of nature with her eyes closed. I walked gently to him, stood there quietly, looking at the morning glow in the distance, and waiting patiently for Dako Milicic to wake up from her intoxication.

"Ah?!" Dako Milicic woke up from his indulgence. When he saw me, he stood beside him, and made a shy voice with a voice of surprise.

"Good morning! Dako!" I greeted the young man softly.

"Okay! Brown!" Dako Milicic said with some silence. After saying that, he lowered his head and stopped talking, like a shy child.

Obviously, Dako Milicic had something to ask me for, but his shyness made him not know how to speak.

The atmosphere was a bit solemn, and I decided to break this solemnity, and I spoke:

"Dako! I got up so early today! This is not the usual you! Are you looking for me? Is there anything you have to do?"

"Ah?!" Dako Milicic exclaimed with red cheeks, and then he rubbed the corners of his T-shirt with both hands like a child, muttering: "I...I..."

Dako Milicic looked several "mes" on his face, but he never said the word behind "mes".

"Dako! We are teammates fighting together in the new season. We will launch an attack on the championship together in the new season. We will be good friends. If you have something to do, you must tell me that as long as I can help you, I will do my best to help you..." I was trying hard to dispel Dako Milicic's doubts and encouraged him to say what he was in his heart.

"I..." Dako Milicic was still "me", but after n "me", he finally plucked up the courage, looked up at me, and spoke very smoothly: "Kaome, do you think I really need an interpreter?"

ah?!

It turned out to be this problem! I thought he wanted to participate in training! After all, for so long, he has been staying with Christian Letterner, trying hard to learn professional terms in basketball, and has never touched basketball much. However, it is understandable that he asked this question. In his recent exchange with Christian Letterner, Christian Letterner kept shaking his head when he talked about Dako Milicic's talent in language learning. Obviously, he encountered great trouble in language learning. As for the sentence he said was very smooth, it is very likely that it was because the sentence had been silently recited in his heart thousands or hundreds of times.

"Why do you ask that?" I tried hard to lower my speaking speed and asked slowly so that Dako Milicic could understand that there was no word I said.

"Yesterday Christian got angry at me, and he said I was a completely stupid language..." Dako Milicic lowered his head again, muttering in a low voice like a child who made a mistake waiting for the teacher to criticize him: "I think I really need a translator, but I can no longer afford to hire a translator now. I don't have enough money. I want to borrow some money from you and ask for an interpreter..."

I looked at this big man as tall as me, and as he finally got the courage to stand in front of me and borrow money from me, a wave of desolation suddenly surged in my heart. For a 17-year-old child, when he was as old as him, most people were still enjoying a carefree life under the care of their parents, Dako Milicic had to walk up to me, lower his noble head, and whisper to borrow money from me.

"Oh!" I sighed softly, and just as I was about to agree to Dako Milicic, I saw Milicic jumping away like a frightened rabbit, lowered her head and said in a low voice: "If it's very troublesome, then forget it! Sorry! Trouble..."

Dako Milicic's face turned red and she said as she walked backwards.

Dako Milicic misunderstood me. I stared at his heartbroken expression, and suddenly felt a sense of bitterness in my heart. This bitterness almost made my tears flow out.

I quickly calmed down my mood and shouted loudly: "How much do you want to borrow? Is 1 million US dollars enough?!"

Dako Milicic's body, which was originally timid and was constantly retreating, suddenly stopped. His body suddenly became tense. He raised his head and looked at me with an incredible look. His mouth was half open, and he murmured with a surprised voice: "Ah..."

"Is 1 million US dollars enough?!" I said to Dako Milicic with a smile, encouraging Dako Milicic with my smile.

"1 million US dollars? 1 million US dollars?..." Dako Milicic kept chewing on this number. Although he signed a three-year, $11 million contract, $1 million can only be regarded as one-third of his first-year salary for a rookie contract, $1 million is still an unbelievable number for him. He couldn't believe that I would lend him a huge number of $1 million.

After a while, Dako Milicic finally woke up. His face was full of excitement. His timid expression just now disappeared completely. He stammered in his mouth: "Use... Use... Use... Can't use so much, 100,000... Hungry... 200,000 US dollars are enough."

I walked to Dako Milicic, stretched out my right hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said to him seriously:

"Dako! I'll lend you $1 million to find a better translator! Today I'll talk to Bill Ranbir to let you train with us..."

"Kaome..." Dako Milicic's eyes were full of gratitude. He seemed to want to say something to express his gratitude, but the lack of English vocabulary made him unable to speak a word.

"Dako! Take your time! You will succeed! Come on!" I encouraged this Yugoslavia big boy. (To be continued...)

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