Addison grinned helplessly and smiled at the young men he didn't usually know. Parker, on the other hand, was extremely enthusiastic, responding to every shout and scoring extra initiative.

- Are you acting on Broadway? I'm already feeling ashamed, okay......

The boy spat at his partner with his eyes, and if he could speak, he would definitely use all the stingy New York slang to sober up the big man who thought he was on stage.

“Mygod!! These guys are really endless......" Parker, who walked to the front of the training hall, paused abruptly and looked at the crowd in front of the gate with an embarrassed expression, all of whom were reporters who wanted to get first-hand information, looking forward to interviewing any of the Blue Devils.

- Don't you like the feeling of being in the spotlight? Addison looked at his friend, shrugged his shoulders and pursed the corners of his lips, signaling him to stop pretending.

"You don't understand, buddy, these reporters rarely point their cameras at people who can't speak......" Parker muttered with a bitter face, "but do you know how many times I've been interviewed by them these days?? I even have to go to the library to find some decent words to say, you know I never went to the library before!! I'm going to go crazy if I keep going like this, it's even scary than having me take calculus!! ”

Did you take a calculus class this semester? Addison was seriously skeptical of Jabari's last words, but he still pulled his friend's arm and tilted his head towards the underground parking lot next to the training hall.

From the underground parking lot, there was a direct detour into the training hall, and on weekdays, Addison would go around the doors of the training hall if he felt that the quiet atmosphere he relied on was disturbed.

It's just a little farther away......

The two of them spent about five minutes longer than usual feeling that most of their teammates had already arrived on the training ground, spreading out in twos and threes or moving their bodies or holding basketballs to find their hands.

"Very good, Jabari and Eddie, you're only 3 minutes away from being late, very good." Standing on the edge of the court, an old man with obviously dyed black hair took his eyes off the tactical board and looked lukewarmly at the two young men who had just arrived.

"We need an explanation, sir!!" Jabari. Parker raised his hands and hurriedly defended, "The two of us came around from the parking lot, and the front of the training hall is full of reporters, and we can't squeeze in for half an hour!" ”

"You're a Duke player, Mr. Parker, not a Hollywood gentleman." The calm-eyed old man said unhurriedly, "In the future, when you encounter this situation, you have to imagine yourself as a rugby player, understand??" ”

Parker rolled his eyes speechlessly, and Addison smiled silently and threw his backpack on the sidelines and onto the court.

The black-haired old man, or the head coach of the Blue Devils, Coach K, glanced at the brown-haired Chinese, and then clapped his hands to gather all the players.

The Blues' daily training has started and has not changed much from what has happened every day this season.

"Don't fantasize about the finals in three days, training is training. Even if tomorrow is the American Civil War, we must do all the training items that need to be done today. The all-American veteran coach K said with a blank face to the young people standing in two rows in front of him, "The game is something that we should think about on the day of the game, our nervous system is not strong, and we can concentrate all our energy on what we are doing, and that's what I want my players to do."

"Now, 20 sets of switchback runs, 10 sets of frog jumps, start immediately!!"

***

The training went on for 2 hours and 30 minutes as always, no more, no less, and Coach K blew the whistle for the end of training on time, and he never delayed the training time.

"Well done, boys, it looks like you're all physically ready for the finals." For the first time in more than two hours, the corners of the old man's mouth flashed into a smile, "Today gives you enough time to go back and sort out, and also gives you enough space to vent all your negative emotions before the game...... But remember, I'm here tomorrow by my appointed time, and I don't want anyone to miss the plane to Indianapolis. ”

The coach clapped his hands again, and a group of young people disbanded in place at the shouting sound, as the old K said, ready to go to the last vent before the big game.

"Add, come to my office after you're done." The head coach suddenly added to Addison, who was wiping his sweat, which made him stunned for a moment, but then nodded.

The Blue Devils have been surprised by this, even Jabari. The same is true for Parker, although the NCAA superstar is often regarded as a 'protégé of CoachK', everyone on the team knows that Addison is the player that Coach K is most concerned about.

Eddie was scolded the most in training, Eddie was the one who was instilled with the most detailed tactics every time, it was Eddie who was pulled aside by the head coach to inform him of the tactical changes during the game, and even Eddie was the one who talked the most after training (although Eddie couldn't speak).

Although the old K handed over the team's firing rights and scoring focus to Jabari. Parker, however, handed over the playmaking and possession of the game to Addison without any scruples, and even sometimes allowed the Chinese point guard to decide the team's tactics on the court.

Jabari, who has been a star player since high school. Parker was of course a little critical of this arrangement at first, but as he went through one match, not only did he not lose his firepower under Addison's organization, but he scored several times easier than before...... This allowed Parker to eliminate his prejudice against this teammate and become inseparable friends with him.

After taking a shower, Addison packed his backpack, said goodbye to his teammates, and then walked to the office of Coach K in the training hall.

In the office, the head coach was sitting behind his desk looking at his collection of player files, and when he saw Addison come in, he took off his glasses and smiled slightly stiff.

"Sit down, Add."

Addison shrugged his shoulders and sat down in the chair at his desk. Coach K was looking at his team's main point guard, as if he wanted to see something from his appearance.

His short brown hair, coffee-colored eyebrows, slightly wheat-colored skin, cat-like streamlined narrow eyes and jet-black eyes show his identity as a descendant of China. Although the body looks thin, the muscles are clear and solid, and the distribution of shoulders, waist and legs is a golden ratio.

I have to admit that this is a rather attractive appearance to the opposite sex.

"How does it feel, for the first Grand Final you're about to play??" Coach K curled the corners of his mouth and asked the Chinese point guard.

Addison's slightly thin lips furrowed, and his hands spread noncommittally.

"Hehe, I'm guessing you'll answer like this, it's okay, it's normal." The head coach waved his hand with a smile, then picked up a copy from the player file in front of him and handed it to the boy, "Your average data report so far this season should do you some good." ”

Addison raised his dark eyebrows, took the player report, and glanced down at it.

He averaged 30.7 minutes of playing time and averaged 11.8 points, 9.5 assists, 3.8 steals, 4.6 rebounds, 0.3 blocks and 2.1 turnovers per game.

He shot 48.6 percent from the field, 29.4 percent from three-point range and 88.5 percent from the free-throw line for the season.

Addison's face didn't fluctuate at all, and he didn't know whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied with such data, he looked up at the head coach, knowing that this old man must have something to say.

Coach K picked up another file from the table: "This is the data of the opponent you are about to match, tell me what you think after reading it." ”

Shabazz. Napier, the main point guard at the University of Connecticut, is a senior.

He averaged 34.6 minutes of playing and averaged 17.8 points, 4.9 assists, 1.8 steals, 5.9 rebounds, 0.7 blocks and 2.6 turnovers per game.

He shot 47.2 percent from the field, 39.8 percent from three-point range and 76.1 percent from the free-throw line for the season.

The typical point guard who likes to score points...... Addison came to this conclusion. In fact, in his mind, a point guard who averages no more than 5 assists per game and has more than 2 turnovers is not regarded as the No. 1 position. Those people are just doing the task of scorers in the name of point guards.

Napier, in particular, is the nucleus of the nucleus at the University of Connecticut.

- Looks like he's pretty good at scoring. Addison wrote a sentence in his shorthand book and put it in front of old K's eyes. The head coach nodded: "Four years of experience in the NCAA has given him a lot of experience, and he is indeed a very good scorer. ”

The head coach leaned his body forward slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly: "I hope you can make him not so good at scoring in the finals, can you do it?" ”