"I believe you can definitely do it. By the way, the school seems to be retiring your jersey!"
"They're retiring my jersey just half a year after I graduated?"
"Of course, you graduated and went straight into the NBA, so they're going to retire your jersey."
"That makes sense..."
"How are you doing with the Brooklyn Nets? I heard the environnt over there isn't great."
"It's alright, just a bit secluded, not much entertainnt. Every day I just train, sleep, watch TV, play gas, not much else to do."
"That's pretty good..."
"Hmm?"
"It's nothing. Are your teammates easy to get along with? I heard veteran NBA players love to bully rookies."
"The teammates are nice, better at playing than my high school teammates, and they speak nicely. I really like it here."
"Players from teams Coleman has been with are nice... If you encounter anything unpleasant, you can talk to , don't keep it to yourself."
Prejudice! Zhang Hao clearly felt Aprile Clark's prejudice against the Brooklyn Nets.
But that's normal; in the previous chat with Garnett, it was evident that Garnett thought the internal environnt of the Brooklyn Nets was bad.
And when chatting with Dale Curry before, Dale held the sa view.
It's mainly the bad influence Coleman left behind.
Indeed, Coleman's public image was too terrible, and he was the face of the Brooklyn Nets as their star player for the past five years, making people feel that the Brooklyn Nets were a ssy team.
Speaking of chaos, Zhang Hao felt that when he first joined the Brooklyn Nets, it did feel chaotic, but the teammates weren't that bad. If everyone in the Brooklyn Nets were truly that bad, it wouldn't have been just the stories of Coleman's bad deeds getting out, but rather scandals like those in the future Portland Prison and New York Nursing Ho.
Without explaining further, Zhang Hao said, "Got it. I'll call you more when I have ti. How's the drama class going?"
"Rember to call ! Drama class? I'm actually starting to really like performing in drama..."
The conversation no longer touched on team-related matters. Zhang Hao felt the current situation was quite good; perhaps it was rough initially, but a month later, the team was much better than at the start. Aprile Clark felt that Zhang Hao didn't want her to worry, so she didn't continue asking those questions.
It seed like they were back to the latter half of the fourth year and the sumr break, chatting about various topics, sotis laughing happily over an inexplicable topic.
A pure and simple feeling.
...
...
A bunch of buildings that looked like a lot of money was spent on them, showcasing the city's forr glory.
Countless rundown and soon-to-be demolished skyscrapers vividly depicting the current state of this twilight city.
Motor City, Skyscraper Capital, the most densely populated city in the United States... these are all in the past.
Now, Detroit has gradually beco a ghost town.
At 11 a.m., Zhang Hao arrived in Detroit with the team.
The city's traffic and infrastructure were great, yet there were few people on the streets.
On the bus from the airport to the hotel, Kenny Anderson said to Zhang Hao, who was sitting by the window, "Zhang, don't go out alone in Detroit, don't go out at night."
"Hmm?" Zhang Hao turned his head in confusion while looking at the street view outside, "Is it that dangerous here?"
After a mont of silence, Kenny Anderson leaned close to Zhang Hao and whispered, "Here, it's all black people, all of them."
After speaking, Kenny Anderson leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.
This... Zhang Hao understood, he looked outside. There weren't many people on the streets; upon closer inspection, they were all black, hardly any white people appeared, and when they did, it was in groups.
In other words, even during the day, they didn't dare go out alone.
Seeing Kenny Anderson with his eyes closed, Zhang Hao wisely chose not to ask why. ntally sound black individuals also disliked those dreaming of living without working and actually carrying out such actions daily.
But there's a eting scheduled for today, what should be done? It's an appointnt arranged by the agency.
After arriving at the hotel, Zhang Hao picked up the room card without freely moving around like during the pre-season ga at another venue. Randy Whitman first led everyone to a rented conference room and closed the door.
Randy Whitman spoke with his usual cold tone, "If it's not necessary, do not leave the hotel. If you need to go out, find first, we'll arrange for soone to accompany you.
Gather here at three in the afternoon, we have sothing to announce."
Very straightforward, the veteran players knew the situation, wouldn't ask why. Zhang Hao, with Kenny Anderson's reminder, knew the situation too and naturally didn't ask.
Lunch was also eaten at the hotel, the chef's skills were good, NBA teams were experienced with playing away gas in Detroit.
Everyone is genteel, no one would be bored enough to choose a hotel that's uncomfortable and has bad food.
The players were experienced too. When Zhang Hao wandered into Vaughn Fleming's room, he heard Vaughn Fleming ordering takeout, and it was fast food...
Ti flies!
Zhang Hao heard Vaughn Fleming boast countless tis about how brave he was back then, but now he's settled for fast food.
Kenny Anderson had another room opened, and he ordered from the top delivery service, planning to enjoy it after tomorrow night's ga.
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