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Chapter 29 Receiving an Interview

"Hey, Yang, you have a lot of training!"

Holding the training list given by Popovich in his hand, Ginobili gasped. There were many training items on it, and the volume was huge. Looking at his scalp, his scalp was numb.

"Okay."

He let out a sigh of relief without denying it, Yang Ke dribbled the ball, looked at the teammates who started training together in the opposite half, and asked Ginobili: "We took up half of the training, won't it affect them?"

"No, they may still thank you very much."

Putting down the list and handing it to Yang Ke, Ginobili immediately said with a smile that half-time practice will only make Parker and the others very relaxed.

Nodding his head, Yang Ke took the list and carefully put it in his bag. He even wanted to make a lot of copies and stick them on the wall so that he could remind himself all the time.

"Yang, it's time for us to start, give me the ball."

Ginobili took the ball from Yang Ke's hand and dribbled it a few times. He looked at Yang Ke with a serious expression, and said in a firm tone, "Yang, I won't do it because you have so much training at other times. Just let the water go, once it starts I will go all out."

"Very happy."

Tilting his head, Yang Ke bent down and opened his arms. His eyes were fixed on Ginobili's movements. At this moment, there was no room for other things in his eyes.

"Then, here I come!"

The corners of Ginobili's mouth rose slightly, which was exactly what he thought. With a move of his feet, he dribbled the ball without any warning...

Holding a cup of mellow coffee in his hand, Popovich stood by the window on the second floor, looking at the players training on the court below.

Whether it is the old players who are training together, or Yang Ke and Ginobili who are training alone, they are all conscious and smart enough to not need him to supervise them on the sidelines.

In fact, when Popovich is faced with adversity, there will always be the same desire in his heart: to drink a cup of mellow, steaming coffee.Now he is facing a predicament, so he came to the second floor.

"Old man, did you call me?"

At this moment, the dusty Lancelot opened the door and walked in. While talking, he consciously found a seat and sat down.

"How? Have you found a promising insider?"

Popovich turned around and gave Lancelot a white look. Bee didn't argue with him, then walked to his seat and sat down, asking urgently.

"No, there are not many available players in the Development League. As for other leagues, they have found a few good players, but they don't want to enter the NBA yet."

Panting, Lancelot adjusted his golden glasses. He knew why Popovich was so anxious. The Spurs' current lineup was a bit old.

The outside line is fine, with Leonard and Yang Ke joining in, so don't worry too much.The inside line is extremely poor. Except for Duncan and Splitter who are the starters, those on the bench have become embarrassing to reuse with age.

"Perhaps we can try to trade?"

Lancelot asked tentatively, but he had several trade plans from other teams in his hands.

"No, I'm not looking for a deal."

Popovich waved his hand without any hesitation, and then said emphatically, "The new season has already begun, and what I need is to find a qualified substitute insider without disrupting the existing lineup. Look for it, forget it if you can’t find it!”

"Ok."

Lancelot nodded. Although he couldn't understand why Popovich was unwilling to trade, he didn't say anything.

The conversation between the two ended like that, and then Lancelot left directly. He still needed to find the player Popovich wanted, and Popovich turned on the computer and got busy quickly.

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"Hoo, hoo!"

Bending over, Yang Ke took a big mouthful of air, his lungs ached slightly due to the shortness of breath, his mouth was dry, and sweat dripped down from his head for nothing.

Holding the lead-like feet, he walked slowly to the sidelines, picked up a cup of nutritional drink with his hands, opened the lid, and drank the whole bottle in one gulp.

Only in this way can it be filled, the body's desire for water, then Yang Ke turned around, looked at Ginobili who was slumped on the ground, and frowned: "Manu, as an old player, you should know After just doing strenuous exercise, you can't lie down and rest immediately, as that will damage your body."

"Yang, you are a lunatic! Confrontation for five hours in a row without any rest at all, really killed my old bone."

Feeling the temperature of the floor, Ginobili breathed irregularly, he couldn't remember how long it had been since he was so tired last time.Although he complained endlessly in his mouth, he was extremely excited and happy in his heart. He was not old yet and could continue to fight like before.

Ginobie used the rest of his abdomen to slowly pull his body off the floor, and then he stood up straight, his chest heaving greatly.

"Manu, Yang, don't train anymore, it's time for you to go to lunch and replenish your energy consumption."

Parker, who had already washed up quickly and put on new clothes, walked past the court with a slightly tired body, and waved to the two on the court.

"Ok!"

"I'm already hungry and thirsty! I want to eat two nutritious meals at noon today!"

Yang Ke and Ginobili replied one after another. Seeing this, Parker walked away alone with a smile. Afterwards, Yang Ke walked into the bathroom together, washed off the sweat on his body, put on new clothes, and prepared to go to the restaurant.

The Spurs have an exclusive team restaurant, but outside the training hall, there are several nutritionists in the restaurant across the street. They prepare different packages according to the different conditions of each player, but the only thing that is the same is nutrition. The taste of the meal is not very good.

Yang Ke and Ginobili opened the door and walked out of the training hall talking and laughing. At this time, they were the only players in the training hall who hadn't eaten in the restaurant.

"Yang, come out!"

"Yang, may I ask you about the Internet..."

"Manu, may I ask you..."

As soon as the two of them stepped out of the training hall, a group of media reporters with video cameras surrounded them with the instant noise, followed by flashes of light and the sound of shutters.

Yang Ke and Ginobili were stunned for a moment by the sudden media reporters, allowing them to ask questions and take pictures.

Fortunately, the guards at the training hall reacted quickly. Relying on their strong bodies, they squeezed out a passage among the crowd, stood in front of Yang Ke and Ginobili nervously and with difficulty with their arms outstretched, and stopped the excited people. media reporters.

It was also at this time that Ginobili reacted and quickly took Yang Ke's hand back into the training hall.

"Why do you block us?! As the media, we have the right to interview!"

"Please calm down. If you want to interview players, please choose the media open day, or..."

"Who the hell said you can only interview during those hours?! Get out of the way..."

"No, outsiders are not allowed to enter the training hall outside of the open day or other hours!"

"Yo, we're really going in today!"

Standing inside the gate, listening to the quarrel between the guards and reporters outside the gate, Ginobili shook his head and let out a sigh of guilt.

"These reporters are really serious, they just chase after a big news?"

Seeing that he was stuck here and it was difficult to go to a restaurant to eat, Ginobili touched his hand and said helplessly, "Yang, it seems that we have to ask our teammates to bring us food today."

Yang Ke shook his head and looked outside the door. Although he couldn't see the specific situation, he knew that it was chaotic outside. He shook his head and said firmly, "Manu, this is not the way to go. I want to go out for an interview."

The hand that had just opened the phone book stopped, Ginobili raised his head, looked at Yang Ke with a firm face, nodded, and then put the phone back into the bag.

"Okay, but as your teammate, I won't let you face it alone!"

Ginobili said with a smile, and before Yang Ke could react, he opened the door and walked out.

He wanted to rely on his fame and experience to stand in front of Yang Ke and attract the first wave of attention for him!
(End of this chapter)