Twenty-eight: Road

After Rachel ran outside and ate something casually, she went home and slept with her head covered and didn't think too much. The next morning, Rachel woke up. After washing up, she went to the training hall very early as usual. The competition didn't start until evening, so she had to train for a whole morning.

As we passed the door, the black security guard yelled at Rachel: "Come on, man! Watch your perfect show tonight! Blow up those soft balls in Phoenix."

Rachel did not choose to be indifferent this time, but walked over and gave the black security guard a big hug, then patted him on the shoulder, turned around and walked towards the training hall.

After running to the locker room to change his clothes, Rachel took a ball and went to practice the ball towards the training room. He heard the sound of someone slapping the ball from afar. Rachel thought it was Kobe, but when he got closer, he found that it was not Kobe but Karon Butler, and several staff members were also repairing the basket rack that was torn by Rachel. Maybe Kobe informed them to repair it!

After seeing Rachel coming over with a ball, they stopped their work.

"Hey, Doug, you are so awesome. You can also pull this kind of basket rack, which makes us come to work so early." A repairman shouted at Rachel.

Rachel ignored it. For them, Rachel did something glorious, but for himself, it was a shameful memory because he was completely beaten by Kobe.

Rachel ran silently under the basket rack on the other side to practice the ball. When the staff saw that Rachel ignored them, they thought Rachel was a big shot. After muttering a few words, they continued to work. After all, they had to repair the basket before the players came to practice the ball, which would not affect the players' practice.

After practicing for a while.

"Doug, come here!" Butler waved to Rachel.

Rachel rushed over slowly, but Butler saw Rachel coming over casually and put it on Rachel's shoulder.

"Doug, go buy 1.2.3.4.5.6, six bottles of water!" Butler counted the numbers, then took out a hundred dollars and put them in Rachel's hand.

Rachel was a little curious about Butler's behavior.

"Go, I've been suffering too!" Butler patted Rachel's butt and said.

Hearing Butler's words, Rachel's favor for Butler suddenly rose sharply. "Have I not been suffering yet?"

Rachel hurriedly ran out, then went outside to buy seven bottles of water, gave one to the security guard at the door, then took it in, and put four bottles next to the repairman there.

"Thanks!"

...

"You're welcome!" Rachel said it was a rare thing.

"I bought seven bottles, and the security guard at the door also gave me one!" said Rachel.

"I'm not short of money, although all I'm getting is a rookie contract!" Butler smiled and punched Rachel, then took the change and water.

"You broke the basket?" Butler asked curiously.

"Yes, I did it on purpose!" Rachel raised her eyebrows when she said, which made her look a little black, because the facial expressions of black people were quite rich when they spoke. Oh, sorry, I forgot that Rachel was also mixed with a little white bloodline.

"Intentionally!" Butler shouted with a long voice and expression.

"Yes, I lost to Kobe Bryant, and then I pulled the basket down when I vented." Rachel felt comfortable talking to Butler, just like chatting with friends on the street, so he told the truth. He didn't hide anything? In fact, Rachel didn't know that Butler was also a street gangster at the time. He sold drugs on the street campus at the age of fourteen or five, and later he even squatted in the bureau. Then with the help of the coach and mother, he became better. If it weren't for this criminal record, the No. 2 pick would have been as tall as the Rockets.

"You are so awesome! You can pull down the basket rack, perform well tonight! If you work hard enough, I will pass you two good goals to let you rage the basket! It's best to pull down the basket, haha! Let those Phoenix softies see how powerful you are!" Butler said with a smile.

"I'll try it!" Rachel raised her eyebrows again.

"Go and practice your free throw! Practice your free throw more reliable, otherwise that old man Rudy wouldn't let you play!" Butler kicked Rachel in the butt and drove Rachel to the other side to practice free throws.

Rachel didn't care at all, and patted the dust on her butt, and ran to the other side to practice the ball. In this case, Caron Butler might become Rachel's third friend in the Lakers, while Kobe basically had no hope, because the two are people from different worlds. They may become good teammates, but they will never become good friends. At this time, their personality is destined.

Gradually, people came slowly. In the morning, the Lakers team held another full-season training game. Rachel was still wearing a black vest, which meant that he was a substitute.

During the team's joint training, Rachel fully vented all his depression last night. Brian Cook was defended by him and only scored four points and four rebounds, while he scored five points and eleven rebounds and blocked, but the substitute still lost to the main player.

In the afternoon, Rachel followed the team and had the first close contact with the Stamps Arena. Looking at the empty Stadium, Rachel couldn't help but turn her eyes to the sky above Stamps, looking at the jerseys that were hung high. Suddenly, Rachel had this idea: Will my jersey be hung here one day?

But then Rachel returned to reality, and the road belonging to Rachel, the mad dog, was at her feet, not in mid-air.

During training, Rachel was also fortunate to be asked by reporters two questions. Of course, the reporter turned his target to Rachel, the rookie, when he could not interview Kobe.

"Hello, Mr. Rachel, I heard you hooked a basket in training yesterday, did you?"

"Yes, but not in training, but after training!"

"What was the situation at that time?"

"At that time, I jumped onto the basket and the basket fell down, that's it!"

"Can you please go in detail?"

"cannot!"

"Then will the team punish you for money?"

"No!"

"Will you have a dunk like this in today's game?"

"Won't!"

"Why?"

"That's too exhausting!"

"Well, thank you for accepting our brief interview! I wish you a wonderful evening!" Although the reporter said this, he probably had scolded Rachel ten thousand times in his heart!

Rachel didn't look back or say anything polite, so she ran to the side to adapt to the venue.

The reporter kept muttering: No quality, these three words.

But will Rachel care about the reporter's thoughts?

The answer is no.
Chapter completed!