With three straight defeats, head coach Hornacek simply didn't have time to adjust, and they had to rush back to New York that night with back-to-back games against the Houston Rockets the next day.

There are so many problems in the team that he needs to bring back to New York to solve.

Compared to Hornacek, Roy is very crisp and he is not prepared to bring the problem back to New York.

After the game, he admitted his mistake to Hornacek and the rest of the squad in the dressing room, and he openly admitted that there was a problem with his style of play.

Roy's straightforwardness and sincerity surprised everyone present.

Normal logic, although Roy played very alone today, his offensive efficiency is not low, at least it is much higher than others, not to mention that he scored a game-high 50 points, which can make him the youngest "Mr. 50" in the league.

But even so, Roy still had the courage to take responsibility, and a rookie dared to take the responsibility for losing the game, which was not expected by everyone.

Including the arrogant Anthony, he had already thought of the words to ridicule Roy, but he didn't expect Roy to admit his mistake before him. Empathy, if it were him, what else could he say if he could get such a high score, even if there was criticism, the most important thing to do was to make a haha, and Roy actually chose to apologize when he scored the highest score in the team, and he actually apologized openly and honestly with all the team members.

Roy's daring was immediately recognized by many team members, and even the always casual Noah seemed to be touched, and the expected situation of mutual accusation and cynicism did not appear, but was replaced by the roar of everyone in unison.

"We can't lose anymore, we're going to give Houston a little bit of color." Noah was the first to lead the roar, followed by Ross, Roy, Hernangomez...... Eventually, even the introverted Porzingis joined the camp.

All hands are on the same page and from now on they are a real team......

With back-to-back games to play, Hornacek did not train the next day and the players had time to recover.

Roy wanted to use this break to practice, but when he woke up in the morning, he found that his hands and feet were already covered with bruises, which must have been the masterpiece left by the "bad boys" of the Pistons yesterday.

He was scarred and a little tired.

Roy was contemplating whether to keep practicing when his phone suddenly lit up with a message from Abby Hornacek.

"Roy, are you free in the afternoon? I'd like to do an interview with you. ”

Interview? Hearing this word, Roy couldn't help but be a little confused, according to the frequency of Abby's interviews with himself, is there still a need to do an interview?

However, Roy has no reason to refuse Abby, these days, she has always insisted on standing on her side, resisting the pressure of the outside world to praise herself, for such a "fan", Roy must give a reward......

Roy and Abby meet at a coffee shop not far from Madison Square Garden.

When Roy arrived, Abby had been waiting for a long time.

Today, Abby wears a casual denim outfit and a mischievous pigtail, and if she doesn't tell people that she is a professional sports journalist, many people will definitely mistake this for a graphic supermodel in the fashion industry.

Seeing Roy appear, Abby's face immediately appeared with a bright smile.

This was the second time the two of them had met outside the arena, and the last time was their first meeting, an amazing first encounter.

Away from the court, Roy was also a lot more casual, wearing a loose tracksuit and a cap given to him by the Knicks in the draft. Although there are occasional passers-by who will recognize you on the road, in general, the social culture of the United States is quite easy-going and well-behaved, and if you don't want to, no one will take a picture of you or force you to sign a group photo.

When the two met, Abby pretended to take out an interview pen, even if it was to start an "exclusive interview".

"Roy, first of all, congratulations on becoming the youngest 'Mr. 50' in NBA history."

What the? Abby's first words startled Roy, the youngest "Mr. 50", what does this mean? Did I break the record? Unbeknownst to Roy, after the last game, he had replaced teammate Brandon Jennings as the youngest "Mr. 50" in NBA history.

Roy's record is 19 years and 268 days, a full 149 days ahead of Jennings' previous record. But no one knew that if Roy's real age were to be calculated, the age at which he would have achieved such an achievement would be a terrifying 18 years and 268 days!

Before Roy could react, Abby spoke again, this time with a smile in her face.

"Alright, now I have to get down to business. Roy, in fact, I asked you out today neither to congratulate you nor for an exclusive interview, I am here to apologize to you. Abby's change of voice surprised Roy even more, but he was smart enough to think about what Abby was apologizing for.

He tries to deal with the scene with his not-so-good humor cells, and he wants to try to defuse Abby's self-blame.

"If you want me to say, your family likes to use public for personal gain."

Hehe, Abby smiled, and Roy's initial attempt was successful.

"What do you want to apologize for? Are you secretly betting with the fans again? ”

Roy, who tasted the sweetness, couldn't stop at all, and at this time he felt that chatting with Abby like this was also a good way to relax.

"I'm not kidding, I heard from my dad yesterday that you apologized to the whole team after the game for your selfish way of playing." Abby bit her lip and wrinkled her nose with a distressed look.

"So what?" Roy guessed, but he wanted to hear what Abby had to say.

"So I wondered, did you choose to play like this because you listened to my advice, to be honest, I just wanted you to let go and play, I didn't expect ......"

"No, no, no." Hearing this, Roy smiled, and he politely interrupted Abby, who blamed himself, "Abby, don't think about it, this is my problem, I have long wanted to try the past way of playing, I just want to win." But after trying it yesterday, it doesn't seem to work in the NBA, so it's between me and Coach Jeff, and it has nothing to do with you. ”

"It's really not because of me?" Saying this, Abby was a little disappointed.

"You must listen to the truth, and there is a reason for that."

"Hahaha." Roy's little lie caused Abby to tremble, probably this is the mentality of fans, hearing that idols will change because of themselves, of course they will fly with joy.

"Roy, tell me, do you need any advice from me tonight?" Abby, who is in a good mood, also opens up her humor cells.

"Suggestion? I don't need it yet, I have this. With that, Roy took a notebook out of his pocket and handed it to Abby.

This is a portable notepad, open to a dense pile of words, numbers and all kinds of graphics.

"What is this? I can't read kanji. Abby spread her hands in frustration.

"It's my little secret." Roy took the notebook with a smile, "You see, the first few pages are a summary of my records after each game, which includes a summary of my personal style of play, a summary of the team's tactics, and an analysis of the opponent's tactical style of play and the characteristics of the players. You see, this is the tactical analysis of the Pistons that I wrote yesterday on the plane......"

"Wow, you can still write so many things after a game, you are more professional than my father." Abby was back to that little fan, his shining eyes staring at Roy tightly, and it was really disorienting to watch.

Roy quickly shifted his gaze, and he turned another page, "This is the analysis report of tonight's opponent Houston Rockets, I played against them in the preseason before, so I also did the corresponding analysis. ”

"Roy, you're amazing, can you tell me, what do you write? That's not revealing team secrets. ”

"Of course not, I'm here to pay attention to the points of caution against Harden: pay attention to his dribbling rhythm, pay attention to his European step layups, pay attention to his 'touch porcelain'."

"Oh, that's amazing, did you still draw Harden's offensive tactics? And what's that list below? The sharp-eyed "little fan" Abby immediately discovered something interesting, and Roy made a ranking list at the end of the analysis report.

"This is my assessment of each player's ability, and the following values are their corresponding ability values." Of course, Roy wouldn't tell Abby that this was his "scouting tool" to find out the true abilities of each player, but even that was enough for Abby to be curious and admired for a long time.

"Was the first Harden to have an ability value of 91? Why does he have a five-pointed star after his name? There is also a player with an ability value of 74 behind him. ”

"What's this? Here's my note that I'm going to beat the players, yes, the one in '91 is Harden, and the one in '74 is Beverley. ”

"The list of beaten players? So who are they? ”

Looking at the curious Abby, Roy nodded, he flipped the notebook to the end, there was a page full of names, all English names, and now Abby understood.

"James Harden, Patrick Beverley, John Wall, Bradley Beale, Isiah Thomas, LeBron James, ......"

"Ah, I see, that's all the opponents who have played against you in the game and won against you in the game, right?" Abby was suddenly excited, and he looked at Roy with innocent eyes.

Roy quietly closed the notebook, his expression becoming serious.

"That's right, that's my revenge list, sooner or later I'll defeat all of them......"