As soon as he was about to reply to his teammates one by one, Wu Rui's mobile phone suddenly rang, and when he saw the caller ID on the screen, Wu Rui somersaulted, turned over from the bed and sat up.

This number is all too familiar to him!

"Coach Frank, are you looking for me?" Politely greeted first, Wu Rui continued: "It's so late, is there anything urgent?" ”

On the other end of the phone, it was Magic head coach Frank Vogel, but thinking that it was already late at night, Wu Rui really didn't know what the coach was calling for at this time.

"Michael, didn't you see the text I sent you?" Frank Vogel did not answer Wu Rui's question directly, but asked rhetorically.

"Text message?" As soon as he heard the text message, Wu Rui's scalp was numb, there were seven or eight people who texted him just now, and whether his mobile phone screen was so big or not, he couldn't see it for a while, and he might indeed have missed Vogel's text message.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly hung up the call, swiped the text message, and sure enough, the bottom one was sent by Vogel.

"Michael, see you tomorrow morning at seven o'clock in the training hall, please reply when you receive it."

"Coach, of course I saw it!" After scanning the text message as quickly as possible, Wu Rui hurriedly responded to the coach on the other end of the phone: "At seven o'clock tomorrow morning, I will definitely arrive at the stadium on time!" ”

"That's good." Vogel's tone softened a lot: "Rest early." ”

After Vogel finished saying this, only the sound of hanging up the phone remained in Wu Rui's ears.

"Whew!"

With a sigh of relief, Wu Rui twisted his neck: "I don't know what the coach is looking for me to do tomorrow, don't I arrive at the training hall very early every morning?" ”

Since entering the Magic's team training hall for the first time, Wu Rui has not been the first player to arrive at the stadium on a single day, which Coach Vogel should know best, so it is completely unnecessary to remind Wu Rui to arrive at the training hall early the next day.

Wu Rui really couldn't think of the reason, so he simply didn't think about it, took a casual shower, turned off the light and went to sleep.

The next day, Orlando's genius was bright, and Wu Rui had already arrived at the Magic's team training hall, and he was the first to arrive except for the maintenance staff of the venue.

Routinely greeted the maintenance personnel one by one, Wu Rui pushed a cart of basketballs, chose the most corner of the field, and began today's shooting training.

The more he experienced the game, the more Wu Rui felt how important shooting is, don't look at those NBA players who can fly away from the sky and dedicate themselves to the fans with a visual feast of dunk performances, but what can really kill the game is the boring projection again and again.

"Huh!"

Wu Rui's hand felt good today, one step outside the free throw line, he shot ten times and hit four balls.

"Michael, you're still here so early."

As Wu Rui didn't know the hundreds of shots, the door of the training hall finally moved, and the head coach of the team in sportswear Vogel pushed the door in: "How are your feet?" ”

"Coach, my feet have always been good." Wu Rui bowed to Vogel, and then continued to shoot: "Didn't you ask this question in the locker room after the game yesterday?" ”

"Just because it was okay then doesn't mean there are no problems now." Vogel completely pushed the door of the training hall open, and Wu Rui saw a group of people behind him.

"Milos, I'll leave it to you today." Vogel said to the man with glasses behind him, and then walked to Wu Rui's side: "Michael, there are a lot of injuries, which will get worse the next day, and as a precaution, the team needs to check your legs in all aspects." ”

"Hey, Mr. Frank, that's completely unnecessary." Wu Rui looked at the posture opposite, a little panicked, and hurriedly raised his legs on the spot: "There is no problem with my legs!" ”

Although Wu Rui tried his best to show the health of his legs, his arms couldn't twist his thighs, so he was still forced to undergo a leg examination.

The team doctor of the magic team is very professional, he changed several instruments in a row, and swept over Wu Rui's legs.

After all, in the previous life, his legs were unconscious early, where was it so studied.

For a while, Wu Rui resisted from the beginning and became cooperative, and the whole process was very smooth.

It wasn't until the last check was completed that Magic team doctor Milos Taylor ticked off the form in his hand and then handed it to Vogel: "Frank, the team is not wrong, Michael's legs are perfect." ”

"I've never seen such perfect legs except Tracy McGrady!"

Milos looked at Wu Rui, to be precise, staring at Wu Rui's legs, his expression was very intoxicated, which also made Wu Rui tremble.

"Milos, don't forget what the team is looking for you." Vogel was a little confused by Milos' performance: "How is Michael's leg injury?" Is it serious? ”

"Leg injury?" As soon as Vogel finished speaking, Milos's eyebrows suddenly wrinkled: "Frank, my friend, are you kidding me?" ”

"Michael's legs are as if they were in the factory, perfect and flawless." Dropping this sentence, Milos followed his accomplices and listed dozens of data to prove that Wu Rui's legs were perfect and there was nothing wrong with them.

"Maybe the only thing Michael should do now is buy an insurance policy for those legs."

Before leaving, Milos said with good intentions, and listening to his tone, it didn't seem like he was joking.

As for bidding farewell to the medical staff, Wu Rui was still a little unsatisfied, but he still walked to Vogel's side first: "Coach Frank, I said a long time ago that I don't have any problems with my legs, please believe me." ”

"Well, you skated a little bit in the last game, so I think it's better to be cautious." Vogel didn't look at Wu Rui, and patted Wu Rui on the shoulder: "Keep training, Michael, there is a difficult game waiting for us tomorrow." ”

"Hey man, you're still so early!"

After a long time, the training time stipulated by the Magic team was getting closer and closer, and the Magic players also came to the training hall in a bustling manner. ”

“Duang！”

Before Biyombo walked to Wu Rui's side, a crisp sound of striking iron sounded, and Wu Rui took a breath: "Nonsense, how can the shooting of professional players be iron?" ”

"I did it on purpose, on purpose!"

"Come on, buddy, isn't your striking iron routine?" Biyombo smiled again, then got up, leaned over to Wu Rui's side, and lowered his voice: "Hey, Michael, do you see Coach Frank's serious look?" ”

"Do you know who our opponent will be tomorrow?"