Basketball boy, starting to shine from the slam dunk

While the coaching staff was having a meeting and Zhuang Yu and other players were training, Mohammed walked straight out of the school, followed by Adams.

In fact, Adams was also dissatisfied with Muhammad.

This boss didn't take care of himself and always took it out on himself, but he was already labeled as "Mohammed's little brother", and he didn't just do it if he said he didn't want to do it.

Nowadays, many players have turned to Zhuang Yu. Adams is very embarrassed in the team. Many players don't like to talk to him, thinking that he is a guy who can only flatter others.

If Adams decides to lose his identity as "Mohammed's little brother" and stop being Mohammed's little brother, others in the team may not accept him.

Moreover, he will suffer revenge from Mohammed.

Coach Holland was riding a tiger at this time, and Adams was actually in a dilemma. Although he was dissatisfied with Mohammed, he could only follow behind him.

"Boss, where are you going?" Adams caught up and asked.

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"Do I need you to take care of me?" Mohammed said angrily, but he did not drive Adams away. He was used to having a younger brother following him.

Under the leadership of Mohammed, the two came to a villa.

A black man in his twenties came out and took the two people to the villa. Only then did Adams realize that a party was being held here.

The villa was very large. Rock music was playing in the living room and the lights were dimmed. A group of people were holding wine glasses and swaying to the music.

There is also a swimming pool outside the living room.

It was already evening, and the night outside was thick, but there were night lights around the swimming pool, and there were also blue ambient lights inside the swimming pool, making the entire yard look weird.

A group of men and women were laughing and playing under the dappled light. Some people were hugging each other on the lounge chairs next to the pool, and there were also people hugging each other in the pool. They were not wearing swimsuits. Obviously no one had prepared a swimsuit, so they just took off their clothes and went down.

Some people don't even have a strip of cloth on them...

Seeing this scene, Adams' forehead was filled with blood and his eyes were bright.

"Boss," Adams shouted.

what?

Adams was taken aback and looked at Mohammed with wide eyes; "Boss, are you serious? You are only a freshman."

Muhammad curled his lips: "What happened to my freshman year? Who of the truly talented players would wait until their sophomore or junior years to participate in the draft. With my talent and my data this season, at least the first round is absolutely fine. Why stay at UCLA when you even have a chance to enter the lottery?"

In the NCAA, there are indeed many players who participate in the draft after their freshman year.

After all, the sooner you enter the NBA, the better. The earlier you enter, it means you are younger and have high potential, so you will naturally be focused on training.

Especially for some freshmen who participated in the draft and were selected with high picks, it can be said that they have a bright future.

Another point is that entering the NBA earlier means making big money earlier. There is no salary to play in the NCAA. At most, there is only a little bonus and scholarship. Compared with the salary of NBA players, it is only a drop in the bucket. The difference is too far.

An NBA rookie, even if he just happens to be in the lottery, can have a starting annual salary of $200 million. If he enters the NBA a year earlier, he can earn an extra $200 million.

This is quite a temptation.

While being surprised, Adams felt endless envy in his heart, but then he suddenly thought of a question and couldn't help but ask: "Boss, you have been brushing up points during this time..." Just as he was about to say to brush up on points, he asked again: He swallowed it back immediately, "You're playing so well, are you just preparing for the draft?"

Especially in the game after the three-game losing streak ended, Mohammed clearly understood that Zhuang Yu's rise could no longer be stopped.

So in the next few games, he became more "independent". He didn't care whether the team won, he only cared about getting good data - because he had decided to participate in the draft and would be leaving UCLA soon anyway. It doesn't matter what the record is.

Many people in the team thought that he had a conflict with Zhuang Yu, and because coach Holland re-employed Zhuang Yu, they felt unhappy and playing like that on the court was a sign of anger.

But actually it's not, at least not entirely.

"Come, drink." Mohammed raised his glass.

"Oh." Adams came back to his senses, quickly raised his glass, and subconsciously slapped it with a flattery, "Boss, with your talent and game performance, there will definitely be no problem entering the lottery. In a few months Boss, you are an NBA player. By the way, boss, you have to sign it for me in advance. It will definitely be valuable when you become an NBA superstar in the future."

"Haha..." Mohammed was very happy and drank heavily.

On one side, Mohammed drank heavily and did not forget to communicate with the blonde beauty; on the other side, Adams was in a daze and was preoccupied.

Mohammed is going to participate in the draft, but what should he do?

How about participating in the draft yourself?

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No, I didn't get many opportunities at all this season, and my statistics were very pitiful. If I participated in the draft rashly, I would probably fail.

But if he continues to stay at UCLA, how will he live in the future? He has already offended Zhuang Yu to death. Without Mohammed to take care of him, he will be miserable, right?

A series of thoughts came to mind, and Adams almost cried.

He turned to look at Mohammed, and couldn't help but feel resentful - Damn it, it's just that I follow you and don't take care of me. You offended Zhuang Yu to death and the coach too. When you're done, pat your butt and leave, I what to do?

The more I think about it, the angrier I get, and the angrier I get, the more I think about it.

In the end, the resentment in Adams's heart seemed to turn into a villain, saying in his heart: "We can't let Muhammad have an easy time, we can't be the only one who has to suffer..."

Yes, it can’t be like this!

Gritting his teeth, Adams put on a smile and raised his glass: "Boss, come on, let's have another drink. I wish you..."

A series of flattery came out of Adams' mouth as if it was free of charge, which made Mohammed feel comfortable when he was photographed. Along with the flattery, there was one glass after another of wine. In the end, Mohammed didn’t even know how much he drank.

Anyway, he got drunk in the end, so drunk that he fell into unconsciousness. He was so drunk that he missed the opportunity to have a deeper communication with the blonde beauty.

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This drunkenness lasted until the next afternoon.

......

"Where am I?"

When Mohammed woke up, he felt a splitting headache and couldn't help but curse: "Damn it, how much did I drink? Where did Adams go?"

He shook his head vigorously, but fortunately he was an athlete and in good physical condition. He finally woke up, but did not see Adams.

I picked up the phone and found a message on it, which was sent by Adams: "Boss, where are you? Come to training quickly, the coach is going crazy."

Shet!

Mohammed jumped up in excitement.

When he saw that it was already six-thirty in the evening, he felt bad: "It's over, it's over, why did I sleep until this hour? I'm late for training."

......

UCLA, practice arena.

At the end of the day's training, the players stood in a row. They all looked scared and didn't dare to express their anger.

Because Coach Holland is freaking out!

"Bastard, just a bastard." Coach Holland scolded angrily, looking at Adams with blazing eyes, "Adams, where the hell is Muhammad?"

I just scolded Mohammed yesterday, but today Mohammed dared not come to training. Is this provoking him as the head coach?

What is this attitude?

"Um, I..." Adams hesitated. He didn't dare to say that he made Mohammed so drunk that he missed training.

But inside, of course I was feeling happy about the misfortune.

At this moment, a figure rushed into the training arena, and everyone subconsciously looked at it - it was Mohammed.

Mohammed was seen panting and running closer, and then a pungent smell of alcohol rushed straight into everyone's nostrils.

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"Mohammed." Coach Holland's eyes were cold and he smiled angrily, "The training is over, what are you doing here?"

"I..." Mohammed opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.