The green bay in spring is lushly covered with a dark green area. The green green makes the whole city filled with a lingering mist. When you walk, you can feel the light breeze blowing from the surface of Lake Michigan. The air full of oxygen factors opens its chest with a little bit of coldness, and the world suddenly becomes clear.

This is obviously a completely different city from Philadelphia.

The Green Bay Packers logo can be seen everywhere in the palm-sized town, and the golden green flowing in the blood can be felt everywhere. The fresh and natural scenery makes the pace slow down, adding a little bit of leisurely clouds and wild cranes, and it seems that daily training has become easier.

"Hey, Dawkins, welcome to Green Bay!"

"Brian, go to training, right? Be careful to be late and speed up."

Dawkins walked leisurely because the town was really not big, and most of the players lived in the suburbs, but even the suburbs were not out of reach, and they could be reached by jogging or walking. Dawkins thought that today was the first day of the voluntary training camp, and he could start warming up early and get familiar with the work route, so he chose to walk.

Unexpectedly, just as soon as he joined Green Bay, the residents of this town could recognize his face and welcome him with enthusiastic greetings, which made Dawkins very happy, but-

"What? Late?"

Dawkins was a little panicked. What does it mean to be "late"? But his question was not answered. The passing Green Bay residents just laughed happily and left, which made Dawkins look full of question marks.

In fact, Dawkins's training philosophy is to be on time and on quantity, because the training system of the professional league is very scientific and perfect. They just need to follow the steps and not be lazy in training. But today is the first day of the voluntary training camp, and he still hopes to leave a good impression-

After all, there are rumors in the entire league that Lu Yiqi has very strict requirements on training, and there are even rumors that Woodson was once trained to vomit.

No one wants to make a bad impression in front of the new head coach, even Dawkins.

So, today Dawkins went out thirty minutes early, hoping that he would not be late, but... he might be late?

Dawkins didn't understand why, but he still speeded up and hurried forward. The jogging turned into a fast run, rushing all the way to the Don-Hartson Center.

This year, the venue for Green Bay Packers' voluntary training camp was back at the Don-Hartson Center.

Last year, because the Don Hutson Center was being renovated and coupled with the offseason earthquake turmoil, the team's training camp left Green Bay to avoid the attention of the reporters and find peace. Of course, the reporter's attention this year is still hot, even more hotter than last year, but the Green Bay Packers' location is also different.

As defending champions, the noise outside the court will accompany them throughout the season. They need to get used to it now. In addition, the renovation of the Don Hartson Center has been completed, so the Green Bay Packers returned to the training camp site they are used to.

The Don Hutson Center is actually opposite the street of Blue Castle Stadium. This year, a new open training ground mine-Netshenko Stadium was established later. It is usually used as a training ground for St. Norbert College, but it is used as a training camp site for Green Bay Packers during the offseason. In the weather, you can enter the indoor venue of Don Hutson Center to complete training.

When Dawkins arrived at his destination, he was dizzy and rushed all the way to the training base, but was stopped.

Base goalkeeper Craig Hawthorne had a big smile on his face, "Over the other side, the training camp is opposite. Don't worry, don't worry, there is still time." This is the training base of Blue Fort Stadium.

Dawkins' head was already covered in dust at this time, and he didn't have time to think about what this sentence meant. He looked around and rushed towards the opposite side, almost entering Don Hutson's center again. At the last moment, he had an emergency brake and took a detour to the Ray Nitshenko Stadium behind him.

Running in a panic all the way, Dawkins' breathing rhythm was already chaotic. It was not that far away, but when he arrived at the scene, he was sweating profusely and panting like a cow. His violently shaking pupils showed an emotional surge in his heart, and he was searching and exploring on the training ground.

But...what is going on?

Dawkins thought he might be late, but when he arrived at the scene, he saw the bustling crowds of people, and then he came late in full view of the crowd; but the actual situation was that two or three kittens stood scattered next to the open court, and the entire venue was empty and deserted.

What!

Dawkins looked down at his sports watch. At 7:38, there were still 22 minutes left before the official reporting time of the voluntary training camp. Obviously, he was not late, and he was much earlier. So, are the residents of Green Bay joking with him?

Huff.

Before the training camp began, Dawkins consumed his physical energy for no reason, gasped for breath, and his eyes projected towards the figures next to the field, but noticed that they were all standing on the sidelines, holding their own training bags in their hands, without going to the locker room to change their clothes.

"Hey, what's wrong? Is there something waiting for here?" Dawkins called out on his own initiative, but found that no one turned to respond. He had to go forward and come to their side. Then he noticed that their eyes were all looking in the same direction, "What are you looking at..."

But before the words were finished, Dawkins looked at everyone's sight reflexively, and then he saw the figure jogging towards him. So the words behind him were cut off simply and roughly, and he opened his mouth slightly, even forgot his breathing, and his face was full of surprise.

Step on.

Step on.

The figure kept a constant rhythm, passed by like this, and did not stop because of the figure on the sidelines, nor did it look up and say hello, and was completely focused on his own running. However, the face, the figure, and the appearance were so familiar, it was clearly—

"……coach?"

Dawkins could hear his voice, and squeezed out of his throat in surprise, but his dumbfounded expression still couldn't be taken back, and then a sound came from the side.

"Yes, it's the coach."

Dawkins turned his head and recognized the person in front of him at a glance. It was the Tanhua of this year's draft. Kree Matthews, his soft long golden hair, made him look like he was Kurt-cobain of the Nirvana band in the 1990s. His expression was full of expectations.
Chapter completed!