When Ding Wei ran into the training hall of the Philadelphia Orthopaedic Hospital, most of his teammates were already there, and they had already begun to warm up at this time. But today, Ding Wei saw that they were in groups on the side of the court, and he didn't know what they were talking about, so he frowned and looked around, and then walked towards the small group of people with the largest number of people.

"Hi, Ding," Tony Rotten smiled and waved his hand at Ding Wei who walked over, "There are two good news, which one do you listen to first." ”

"Whatever." Ding Wei shook his head with a smile, he didn't have the heart to listen to Tony Rotten selling it here.

"The first one is, says the team doctor...... I can race! ”

"Really? That's great. Hearing this news, Ding Wei was refreshed, although he and McCarvey's backcourt double gun is also a good combination in the league, but he is more accustomed to partnering with a relatively more traditional point guard, and Roten is indeed better than the boss in this regard, Larry Drew can also play the role of traditional point guard, but his playing time is a little pitiful, originally his short contract was signed to make up for Roten's injury, and now the owner is back, I'm afraid that his spare tire will soon be cool somewhere.

"The second piece of good news is ......" Tony Roten said with a dark look on his voice, "Jakar Sampson, that guy is fucking off." ”

"Oh." Ding Wei did not show the excitement that Roten expected, to be honest, although Sampson once competed with him for the starting position, Ding Wei never put him in his eyes, a player who only stared at the one-acre three-point land in front of him, no matter what kind of team he changed to, was destined to become a big climate.

"You're not happy?" Roten asked a little puzzled, and a little unwillingly.

"What is there to be happy about?" Ding Wei asked rhetorically.

"Damn," Tony Roten took out two American knives from his wallet and handed them to Nolens Knoll beside him, "Take your money and disappear before my eyes." ”

"Ding? Do you want to share half of you? Noel triumphantly held the knife and shook it in front of Rotten's eyes, then turned his head and asked Ding Weidao.

"Keep it for yourself." Ding Wei pushed back the American knife handed over by Noor, for some reason, he felt a little uncomfortable, not because of the bet between his teammates, he couldn't say what the specific reason was.

"What happened to Ding today? It doesn't seem to be in high spirits. Knoll looked at Ding Wei's back as he ran to warm up, but fortunately he was not a small-bellied person like Sampson, and quickly adjusted from the loss of rejection and started talking to his teammates on the sidelines.

A short moment later, Brett Brown appeared in the middle of the training hall, and the players stopped chatting and began to run around the pitch a little listlessly.

It wasn't until they had finished their lap and stood in a line in the middle of the court that Breett Brown eased his already blue face a little and began to beat the group of players:

"In today's training, if anyone doesn't perform well, then in the next game, I will let him sit on the cold bench for the whole game."

There was a buzz among the players, and it was clear that Brown's decision had made them a little nervous.

"I know what some of you are thinking, the mid-term transfer has started and you want to take advantage of the winning streak and look for a good next home, right? I don't object to that, but as long as you're a 76ers player a day, you're a 76ers player, a 76ers player, you have to listen to me, otherwise, you know. Bret Brown glared and glanced sharply at the players who had been a little lazy in the warm-up.

Several players who were watched by him lowered their heads, some of them have already made up their minds to go, and some are looking at the opportunity to talk, but no matter what they think about their future, it depends on how much playing time the person in front of them can give them, after all, in the NBA, the most fundamental factor that determines the value of a player is still the performance on the court, if the court can't go, then how to talk about performance?

Although there has never been a shortage of so-called "garbage contract" players in this league who signed a contract with the unnatural performance of the contract year, and then became the target of criticism by the media. But if you change places, I believe that most people in this stadium will choose to be such lucky people, take their own money, and make others envious and jealous.

Seeing that his "intimidation" had an effect, Brett Brown laughed twice and said: "Okay, future gentlemen, your fate is in your own hands, start training now!" ”

This morning's training is mainly about some basic skills, all of which are responsible for special coaches, as the head coach, Brett Brown is nothing to do, seeing that the players are scattered according to their own training arrangements, he smiled and said to Ding Wei, who was about to run to the power room: "Ding, you come here." ”

"It's good, you don't need to train......" Henry Sims said enviously as he stared at Ding Wei's back.

"Do you want to be lazy again, you big sloth?" Norlens Knoll has a bit of a hatred for iron and steel, originally he and Henry Simms, two good friends, could have become the 76ers' ironclad interior twin towers like Ding Wei and McCarvey, after all, Luke Bamot's height is a shortcoming that he can't overcome, but even so, half a season has passed, he is still a starter, "If you don't catch up, maybe by the end of this season, Ding's bench press statistics will surpass you." ”

"If laziness is also a disease, I'd rather not be sick at all......" Henry Sims looked up at the sky outside the arena window at 45 degrees, and the bright sadness reflected in the corners of his eyes.

"If you want to go to the orthopedic clinic, I don't mind helping you." Knorr clattered the joints of both hands and glared at Simms with a menacing gaze.

"Okay, okay......" Faced with the threat of his friend, Sims had to reluctantly follow him.

"I think you must have noticed," Brett Brown led Ding Wei to the door of the training hall, turned another corner, and then stopped and said, "Now everyone's state is not as good as before, what do you think?" ”

"Maybe I'm too tired." Ding Wei is sloppy, although he is a little unhappy with the performance of his teammates, but in front of the leader, it should be maintained, and he does not expect everyone to work as hard as him and the boss.

"Hehe," Breit-Brown made a "I know" expression, shrugged his shoulders and continued, "What about yourself?" ”

"I can hold on." Ding Wei thought for a while.

"Haha," Brett Brown said again, "your subtext is that you're tired too, aren't you?" ”

"Hmm."

"So it's not the tiredness, we haven't trained more, and the schedule in February isn't as tight as it was in January, it's all about that." He pointed to his chest.

"Your heart, it's not like theirs, even though we've won five in a row, which is already our longest streak of the season, but I don't think that's what you're aiming for." Brown stared into Ding Wei's eyes, and from his eyes, Ding Wei saw the same burning heat as deep inside himself.

"It's not yours, is it?" He scratched his head and asked rhetorically with a smile.

"Hehehe, that's right, you're smart. But as a coach, I can control the amount of training you do, and I can control your playing time, but I can't control your mind. Maybe these problems can be solved on a technical level, but I'm afraid not at the moment because we're not strong enough, and if we play with the same mentality as any other team, we're definitely not going to make the playoffs. Brett Brown smiled and unveiled the subject of his conversation with Ding Wei today.

"That's right." Ding Wei nodded and said that the 76ers' current situation in the league is the same as his situation in the 76ers, and only by fighting hard like a life-saving straw can he win.

"But mentality, sometimes it doesn't depend on you, it can also be influenced by others, everyone has everyone's heart, and a team has a team's heart, and what I want you to do is to be the heart of the 76ers."

Ding Wei's expression became solemn, and he hesitated a little and said, "But ......"

"I know you're going to say Michael, but he's not the same player as you, and while it looks like the two of you are working just as hard in training, he's more for himself than for the team...... Forget it, it's always bad to say bad things about another player in front of one player, so I won't say anything more to you. Brett Brown stopped a little embarrassed, this passage was not in his typed draft, perhaps because he had been thinking about this matter for the past few days, so that he unconsciously slipped his mouth, but fortunately reacted in time.

"Now that our situation is very dangerous, there is not much I can do, and while it may be very difficult for you, I still hope that you can try to be the heart of the 76ers from now on, can you grant me that request? This is not a coach's instruction. Think about it. Bret Brown's voice gradually lowered, and he looked at Ding Wei's gently pursed lips in anticipation.

Ding Wei looked at Brett Brown's wrinkled face with some surprise, and it was very strange that he saw the expression of a child begging his parents to buy him a favorite toy from this face that had been through vicissitudes, and his heart suddenly softened when he was still hesitating.

"Well, I'll give it a try." He nodded unconvinced.

"Okay, let's go train." Brown patted Ding Wei's shoulder with some loss and some relief.

"Okay."

Watching Ding Wei run towards the strength room of the training hall in a hurry, Brett Brown's face was not satisfied and happy, but more frustrated and guilty.

"Alas...... Maybe I'm really overdoing it, but ...... Never mind. ”

Brett Brown looked a little lonely at the sky above the Philadelphia Orthopedic Hospital, where a dark cloud was slowly drifting towards the sun's location, obscuring most of the dazzling sunlight.

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