349. The deal came to the New Orleans Arena Stadium, and an apparently modified Land Rover whirlwind into the parking lot with a bomber-like engine roar. The parking lot manager rushed out in a panic and didn't breathe until he saw the Land Rover safely parked in a parking space.

However, the Administrator obviously didn't want to let go of the murderer who almost caused his heart attack, so he waved his arms and yelled, "Hey, Paint Boy, can you get here and slow down?" Damn, I don't want to see your car's brakes fail and crash one day! Remember, this is my territory, New Orleans is not Denver, I know you are an unrestrained wolf on the Denver Plateau, but you remember"

"Shut up, bastard!" A tall, thin white man jumped out of the car gloomily, he picked up his backpack and didn't look at the frenzied administrator, and after hitting him back, he raised his middle finger and staggered out.

The grumpy administrator wanted to scold a few more words to relieve his anger, but looking at the young man's strange hairstyle and the dense tattoos on all the skin of his exposed T-shirt, he finally decided to shut up.

Chris. Anderson pushed open the door to the gym with a strained face and walked in, it was deserted with just a pile of cold equipment and orange basketballs, and he looked at the wall clock on the wall, which showed that it was 7:45 a.m.

"Oh, driving a little slower today, five minutes later than yesterday." Anderson said to himself.

A voice rang out behind him, "If old Ford heard you, he would have been furious, Chris, your last name, oh God, I can't judge." ”

Anderson came back to his senses and looked coldly at the man behind him, a dark-skinned handsome young man, about six feet nine inches tall, as thin as he was, with a soft and calm expression, which would be more convincing if he was a girl.

"Came early enough today, rookie!" Anderson grinned so that it was impossible to understand whether he was complimenting or belittling.

The handsome black man shrugged his shoulders and slowly moved to sit on the bench, his movements stiff, obviously with injuries to his lower limbs.

Anderson no longer paid attention to the other party, he took off his T-shirt and changed into training clothes, first ran around the court seven or eight laps, felt his body warm, and then picked up the ball and extended it from the three-second zone, practicing jump shots again and again.

"Boom", "Boom", "Boom", "Boom", Anderson was expressionless, and continued to shoot.

"You can't do this, you have a problem with your posture." The beautiful black man said with a smile.

Anderson glared at him and said fiercely, "I will, boy, shut your mouth!" Damn, it's not your rookie turn to teach me a lesson! You'd better take care of your injuries and talk to me again when you can jump! ”

The delicate black man had a hard temper that did not match his appearance, and he was not in the least deterred by Anderson's ferocity, and when he finished speaking, he kept smiling and continued, "Are you sure? Are you sure you don't want to talk to me? Then don't you want to know why I was injured and came to the court so early? ”

Anderson sneered, turned his head and continued to practice, or rather, continued to hit the iron. He seemed to have a grudge against the hoop, and threw the ball up vigorously, as if he would not stop smashing it.

"My agent told me that Charlotte made a deal with our team and that we had two people on our team to be sent away, one was a thorn and the other was a glass man." The beautiful black man said self-deprecatingly, "Hey, glass man? I've only been hurt twice! ”

Anderson's shooting action suddenly froze, and he turned his head viciously again, and the beautiful black man looked at him without fear, still with that calm and calm smile on his face.

"Raised by a bunch of bitches!" Anderson angrily smashed the ball in his hand to the floor and roared, "Damn, why didn't I know about this?!" Rookie, if you let me know you're kidding me, I'll make your life worse than death! ”

"Do you have an agent?" The beautiful black man smiled and asked, "I don't know, but my agent knows." Also, don't call me a rookie anymore, I have a name, and I came to the NBA last season, call me by my name, David. West, ok? ”

In the 2003-04 season, the Hornets moved out of Charlotte, which was the last time the Hornets appeared as an Eastern Conference team. That season, the Hornets drafted a not-so-strong interior rookie with the 18th pick in the first round, and that was David. West. When Stern took over the Hornets' baseball cap at Madison Square Garden, the innocent West had no idea that the next two seasons would be filled with melancholy and sadness.

In that season, all the wins didn't seem to have anything to do with West, and he was just a rookie, a player that no one could see at the time - not see it, not look down on it. As a player, you can be underestimated by everybody, you can be despised by everybody, it's nothing, what's really desperate is that no one else can see it.

In his rookie season, West was lost, and in a short period of time, West played diligently at least, but despite this, his playing time was limited to 13 minutes per game by his coach. What can you do at this time? West turned in 4 points, 4 rebounds and 47 percent shooting, which looks good? It's a pity that he didn't have the black man's explosive dunk, only the basket or the mid-range shot, so he was quickly forgotten.

The 04-05 season is here, and after a summer of hard work, West wants to prove it this season, but unfortunately in a preseason battle, his poor leg was injured! For two months, despite West's efforts to recover, the injury has not improved, and he has completely disappeared from the eyes of the fans, and even the club that once had great hopes for him is no longer paying attention to him: we wasted an eighteen-round pick, and that's the attitude of Hornets fans.

"Sir, you know, I'm almost recovered, ten games at most, and I'll be back." At nine o'clock, the Hornets began training, and West approached head coach Byron. Scott said, "My agent said the club wasn't determined to trade me, did they? ”

Scott looked at the young man sympathetically, but was he still young? 24 years old! For a sophomore, that's not really young. It's all second grade, how old is the little emperor of Cleveland? 19 years old; How old is that 'nightmare' in Detroit? 19 years old!

Thinking of this, Scott shook his head helplessly and said, "I'm sorry, David, I believe in you, and I like you too." But I'm the manager, not the general manager, so I don't have the right to focus on that. Actually, the Bobcats are not bad, they are in the limelight right now, wouldn't it be nice to go there? It's something that's already been decided, sorry, there's nothing I can do about it. ”

West leaned against the door frame and watched as Scott yelled at his teammates - teammates? Still teammates?

Anderson, who was standing loosely next to him, looked at West sarcastically and sneered, "You're really a rookie, where is this?" This is a wet market! Do you think you'll get the team back on a trade request if you say a few nice words? Ha, that's naïve! The deal is over, let's go, get ready to report to damn Charlotte! ”

Anderson walked out of the head coach's office with his head up, looking unruly, as if he didn't care about anything. But judging from the ticket that was held into a ball of waste paper, his heart was by no means as relaxed as it seemed on the surface.

As he passed by the training ground, P.J. Brown laughed and said, "Hey,, I heard you were traded?" It's the best news I've heard this year, and I really don't understand why the team would take your rotten contract from the Nuggets! People like you deserve to go to jail, not stay in the NBA"

"Shut your stinky mouth, if you don't want to continue lying on the floor crying daddy and mother, soft slug." Anderson scolded back without backing down.

Anderson's temper led to the tragedy of his career, and he played well with the Nuggets last season, winning the love of countless fans with his ferocious defense and passionate dunks. But that didn't win the favor of the head coach and the uniforms, and in one game against the Pistons, Anderson even insulted the team's head coach, and he was subsequently suspended from the team. Anderson's attitude towards the head coach began to deteriorate, which led to constant team suspensions and verbal abuse, and eventually, the trade market opened and he was sent to the Hornets.

Here comes the Wasp, and Anderson's temper doesn't stop at all. He's the kind of guy who's going to do his best in training and games, and he's just as fierce in defense as he is against his opponent or team-mates in training, and he broke Brown with an elbow shortly after he first arrived, and the two have been feuding ever since. Later, as people continued to be hurt by him, more and more of his enemies grew.

"Who the fuck slug do you call? You dog mongrel? Brown rushed up and scolded.

Anderson shoved Brown hard, glared angrily and scolded, "Who do you say is a dog mongrel?" You don't want your teeth anymore, do you? Damn dirty nerd, your dad should have shot you on the wall or in the toilet seat! ”

Despite being a white man, Anderson's childhood was even more miserable than that of many blacks, as his father abandoned the family at a young age and his mother worked hard to raise him. The price for this is that his mother has to work 18 hours a day. In order to reduce his mother's burden, the sensible little Anderson took the initiative to move to live with his grandfather in Tennessee, but unfortunately he was too naughty and active, and the old man couldn't manage him at all.

His father was found, and Anderson was sent to his father's house. Similarly, his father disliked him even more and sent him to an orphanage, where his mother, Linda, knew nothing about it, and by the time he found out about it and took him back, Anderson had been in the orphanage for four years! A child whose parents are still alive has to stay in an orphanage, and his childhood life has left many shadows on him, and it is this that has shaped his wolf-like surname.

Seeing that Anderson was about to scuffle with Brown, Hornets boss Byron. Davis and center Magloyer and others rushed up to pull the strings, but apparently they were on Brown's side, after all, Anderson was not a member of the Hornets anytime soon. Besides, Anderson usually has a deep grudge against everyone.

In the end, there were more and more people pulling the fight, but it seemed that everyone was beating Anderson. West rushed up and stood in the middle to pull away Davis, who was twisting with Anderson, and shouted, "Do you need me to get a reporter to mediate for you?" Damn it, all fucking stop, you better know that we've been swapped for the Bobcats! We'll see each other twice this season on the pitch and we'll play when the time comes! ”

(To be continued)