The three-point line is really too close

Chapter 60 Randolph's question!Bad oriental sap!

when!when!when!
Zhang Bolong politely knocked on the door of the Trail Blazers locker room, then pushed it open and walked in.

"Uh, sorry to bother you!"

A series of unfriendly eyes cast over.

There were black men, there were naked men, and there were... black naked men.

This made Zhang Bolong a little flustered.

He didn't see Roy here, nor did he see Ade and others.

Only LaFrentz and a few other league veterans, some of them are playing with their mobile phones enthusiastically, some are shaking their heads with headphones on, and some have already poured themselves a glass of iced foreign wine.

Directly facing the door, there was a black bear that occupied the huge space of two wardrobes, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Excuse me... well, where is Brandon?"

Those veterans ignored him, and tidied up the locker on their own, doing their own things, only Randolph looked down at him.

"Why are you looking for him?"

"Isn't he injured? I have a bottle of analgesic nutrient solution here, and I want to send it to him."

Randolph's brows had been wrinkled for a long time, and upon hearing this, the wrinkles on his forehead deepened a bit.

"Boy, can you tell me why he is better than me? He is just a rookie, why do those bastards listen to him?

The boss of this team is me, Zach Randolph!I can't figure it out, and no one dares to tell me.

You belong to the Lakers, and if you dare say it, I won't do anything to you. "

Good guy, dare you not play in the second half just to stay here and think about life?
Encountering such an emergency, Zhang Bolong was a little surprised.

Thanks to the understanding of his experience in his previous life, in Zhang Bolong's heart, Randolph turned evil into evil, and evil turned evil, but he was not the kind of garbage player who was evil until the end and there was no cure.

He turned back in the middle and late stages of his career and won the honor of the Grizzlies retiring his jersey. In addition to the influence and shaping of his environment, his own essence should not be so bad.

This big black bear's bully image wasn't born with him.

He grew up in a poor family, his mother lived on the dole, and Randolph even had to steal a new pair of jeans.

He has not received a good education, and his circle of friends is full of street gangsters and criminals. Since he entered the league at the age of 20, most of the time every year, except for playing basketball, he hangs out with cronies.

Not to mention that there is very little social experience in dealing with people, even if there are few real mentors and helpful friends.

Not to mention, he was still in the bad atmosphere of the "Portland Prison Team" when he entered the league, and he was led astray early in the jointing and booting period of his life.

This kind of growth experience is useless for anyone.

Otherwise, how could Mencius' mother have worked so hard to move him three times...

Based on this, Zhang Bolong decided to have a few words with him.

"What do you think a leader is?"

"Leader? A leader is the best player on a team." Randolph answered naturally.

"Too young, too simple!"

Zhang Bolong shook his head, and continued:
"The leader may not be the best at playing basketball, because basketball is not a one-man game, but a sport of five people. Just like tennis, badminton, billiards, table tennis...their world number one in each event is the best player in their respective fields. Great, but who's to say they're good leaders?"

"But I'm leading everyone to win. Isn't that called a leader?" Randolph asked back.

"Think about it carefully, are you leading everyone? When you take all the shots of the whole team by yourself, do you think everyone is happy playing with you?

If there is such a person in your team, he is indeed a better player than you, but he never puts you in his eyes. He only cares about doing whatever he wants, playing strong statistics, and does not think about his teammates. How to beat your opponent, will you convince him? "

"I..." Randolph was a little shaken.

"A real leader should be like Nash and Kidd, who can make his teammates better;

Or like Dirk and Duncan, always carry the team and win the victory steadily;

Or, like Kobe, LeBron, Ray, and Gilbert, they stepped forward when the team needed it most and blocked their throats with a sword.

What can you do? "

Randolph thought for a while, "Then what should I do?"

"It's up to you to think about it yourself, now I can only say that you were a failed leader in the past, or you weren't a leader at all.

You are like a reckless vanguard who charges into battle, and the leader should be a general commanding thousands of troops, who can make his comrades willing to fight bloody battles with him and win glory. "

After finishing speaking, Zhang Bolong stopped looking at him and looked around at the other players, trying to find a reliable person to keep the potion and give it to Roy when he came back.

"General..." Randolph smacked his lips and fell into deep thought again.

At this moment, the door of the locker room was also pushed open.

Adelaide, Outlaw and others surrounded Roy in a wheelchair and returned to the locker room.

"Hey Dragon, what are you doing here?"

Seeing Zhang Bolong appearing in the locker room, Roy said pleasantly.

"I'm here to give you something, is your injury okay?"

"Fortunately, it's an old problem with my left foot. There is a protruding bone here naturally, and it will be much better after a minor operation." Roy also said relaxedly, "The doctor said that it will take about a month to recover. .What are you going to give me?"

Is it a month?Just to try the effect.

Zhang Bolong took out the "mouse tail juice" and introduced to Roy:

"This is my family's ancestral drink. It comes from the magical oriental secret art. It is very helpful for various traumas. It is also thanks to it that my Achilles tendon can recover quickly."

In order to convince Roy, Zhang Bolong specially used the medical miracle that happened to him as proof.

"Is there really such a magical drink?" Roy looked at the bottle of strange liquid solemnly and curiously.

"It's absolutely true," Zhang Bolong pushed Roy's wheel aside, and said in a low voice, "This drink is never rumored, but you know, Brandon, I cherish our friendship very much. I finally made a decision to go against my ancestors..."

……

Although Roy didn't quite understand, he looked shocked and his eyes were full of emotion.

"This bottle of drink is called—" Zhang Bolong thought for a while, and felt that the name "mouse tail juice" might make Roy refuse to accept his kindness, so he changed his words:
"It's called Eastern Tree Sap! Take it orally directly, it can help the injury recover quickly."

"Oriental sap? Is it the sap of some kind of tree?" Roy asked.

"I don't know either, but it has never let me down." Zhang Bolong replied confidently.

"Thank you Long, no matter whether it works or not, you can send such a precious gift, I will always remember this friendship."

(End of this chapter)