The cool breeze was blowing, it was already late, and the lights on both sides of the street pulled Chamberlain's figure for a long time. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the end of the day, Chamberlain had time to think about his future.

In fact, he is very confused now!

Life is constantly making choices, and the answers given are often headaches.

To go to the draft? or to stay in the NCAA? These are the two paths in front of Chamberlain.

Chamberlain prefers to stay in the NCAA for a year, and no matter how much Randy Krees says that there are personal attributes to refer to, Chamberlain still doesn't think he is right there right now.

But he had the same trouble that most black players do when making this choice, yes, poverty!

Money is a good thing, yet most people don't!

The cost of his study abroad was lent to them by his aunt, who was well-off, and his parents were still working hard on a construction site in the magic capital! They were still fighting for his future, sweating under the scorching sun for his next semester's legacy.

Having passed the age of no heart and lungs, these are the things that Chamberlain had to consider.

Although Chamberlain would also do odd jobs in his spare time, it was only enough for him to live on.

These were the realities that Chamberlain had to face.

He had pinned his hopes on Mark Foeu to give him a full scholarship this semester, and it turned out that he was overthinking.

"And even if I am here for another year, how much will I grow?"

It's still an unknown, in this year, Chamberlain only gained more than 2,000 points of experience, will the team's record be better next year?

What's more, there's no way he's going to make himself more confrontational next year. He didn't know when his body would stop growing, and that was also unknown.

And since he has been playing better and better in the game, his negative reputation has also stopped rising.

So most likely, he will get nothing but to increase his age by a year and increase the family's debts a little more!

"So are you going to participate in the draft this year?"

Chamberlain's hair swayed from side to side in the breeze, like his heart, and the leaves rustled as if each piece was asking questions.

"Randy said he was willing to provide all the fees, and if I refused this time, would anyone else be willing to do it next year and the year after?"

This is also a reality, at least it will save Chamberlain an expense that he doesn't know where he will get it yet.

"It may be a bit risky and it will give me a low starting point, but it will really take me a lot of trouble!

Back in his bedroom, lying in bed, Chamberlain still did not get an answer, this choice may be related to his future life, he has to be cautious.

Wang Jue, who had just finished his nightlife, drove back to his house, the stimulation of alcohol made the whole world shake in his eyes, and there was uneasiness and unreality everywhere, but his mind was still sober, although he hated such sobriety, because it would make him feel empty and lonely.

But he can always find something to do, and he will make things when there is no thing.

"Hey, Bin. ”

Lying comfortably in the bathtub, Wang Juekai dialed a domestic phone number.

"Oh, Brother Kai, how did you remember to call me early in the morning. Oh, you're in America!"

A sleepy voice came from the phone,

"Help me with something. ”

"What?"

"Help me find a group of sailors, the more people the better, you can help me with the money first, and I will return to China and transfer it to you." ”

"What are you looking for a navy for? The United States doesn't have this kind of business?"

"Do something in the country, you help me contact it first, I'll contact you when I get back, first like this, drink a bottle of Remy Martin, no, go to sleep!"

Coming out of the bathtub, Wang Jue collapsed on the spacious bed. In the cramped bedroom, Chamberlain gradually couldn't resist the invasion of sleepiness.

The night is calm and the time when people are least troubled, but it is very short, and the morning comes quickly. For Chamberlain, his early morning came a little earlier than anyone else's.

At half past five in the morning in Washington, D.C., when the sun was just shining over the horizon and the birds were just getting up to feed, Chamberlain got up from his bed, washed up, and headed out onto the school's athletic field, with a basketball in his hand.

The air is good at this time, but most people don't enjoy it at this time. When he came to the basketball court, Chamberlain saw the strange girl again, I don't know when she appeared there almost every day, but she didn't do any sports, just sat quietly.

It's a strange hobby, but it has nothing to do with Chamberlain, although he knows that the girl's name is Rina Asada, and she is very popular with some Asian students, and she seems to be very beautiful.

After a brief preparatory activity, Chamberlain began to practice shooting.

When the last set of frog jumps was done, it was more than seven o'clock, and Chamberlain, who had become wet, picked up the basketball that was placed on the ground and prepared to return to the bedroom.

He subconsciously glanced in the direction where the girl was sitting, she was still there, probably aware of Chamberlain's gaze, and she twisted her head to the side with some evasion.

"I'm going to fly higher ......"

At this time, Chamberlain suddenly heard the familiar Wang's leather pants, which were the ringtone of his mobile phone.

"Randy Krees. ”

"Good morning, Mr. Krees. ”

"Hey, good morning, Zhang, I hope it didn't disturb your sleep, but even if you drive away your sweet dreams, I think you'll forgive me, because I'm going to tell you good news!"

Randy Krees's voice was fast and urgent, accompanied by high-pitched laughter, which made Chamberlain can't help but have a lot of anticipation: "What?"

"Hey, listen to me man, I've reached out to teams that are willing to pick you, yes, there are several teams that are interested in you, and they don't expect you to be drafted, but man, that's enough to dispel all your doubts, isn't it? and if you can do better in the tryouts......."

Chamberlain could no longer hear what was coming from the phone, and in fact he couldn't listen to a single word, completely blown away by what Randy Chris had told him.

The dream seems to have come true!

"Is Randy going to lie to me?"

This thought, which had been born in Chamberlain's mind for a short time, soon disappeared from his mind, because he knew what kind of potential he had.

On April 7, 2003, Chamberlain officially submitted his draft application to the NBA. Of course, there was no press conference, and no one cared about a trash fish like him.