Wen Hao sat on the ground, panting for breath, he was already exhausted, almost exhausted to the point of shock. Half an hour ago, No. 11 had finished training and left the training hall, leaving him alone. At this time, his heavy gasps echoed in the empty training hall, making the training hall seem more and more empty.

"It's finally over......" Wen Hao gasped and said. He lay on the ground, stretched out his limbs, and closed his eyes. He was so tired that he couldn't even breathe and panted.

At this time, an electric current crossed his mind, making his head, which had been tired to the point of being a little delirious, instantly clear. A piece of information came to his mind at this moment: after completing the training task, his physical strength increased by 1 point, and his overall energy could reach 21 points.

Wen Hao opened his eyes and looked at his whole body that had been covered with beads of sweat, and a smile bloomed on his face. As long as you complete the training tasks every day, one day, your physical fitness can reach 100, just like the physique of a beast like James. When the time comes, there will be no more fear of a knock like Blake tonight.

While Wen Hao was lying in the training hall, in a rented house in Houston, the intern reporter's fingers were flying on the keyboard. He was going to write a report about Duan Ran.

In the article, he analyzed several passes and attacks of Wen Hao in detail: the Chinese played seven minutes, ten touches, four turnovers, but had a whopping five assists. The assist-to-touch ratio has reached a terrible 50%, and the timing of his assists, passing strength, and angle are just right, allowing the receiver to attack directly after receiving the ball in the most comfortable posture, it can be said that Wen Hao's passing level has reached a considerable height, as long as he is given enough time to grow and reduce mistakes, then he will definitely become a hot superstar in the league.

After writing this article, the intern looked at the computer screen with satisfaction. Among all the reporters at that time, he was the only one who paid attention to Wen Hao's performance, and he believed that as soon as his report was released, it would definitely attract attention, and the boss would definitely value him, and the salary increase and promotion were all within reach......

However, the ideal is beautiful, but the reality is cruel. When we dream of our ideals, our ideals hide in the dirty bathroom, sit on the toilet, smoke low-quality cigarettes, and hum unbearable tunes.

The fact is that the next morning, when he showed the report to the editor-in-chief, the editor-in-chief directly threw the paper in his face: "What have you done?" I wasted an interview opportunity to send you out, and you got all this stuff back? While everyone is paying attention to Harden Howard, you're paying attention to a small character who doesn't get into the flow, is your head stuffed with shit, or is it a shit stick? Get out of here, you don't want to get another interview in the future! ”

The intern was scolded by the editor-in-chief, and he never dreamed that he would be scolded by the editor-in-chief for thinking it was a different interview, a different report.

"What are you doing in a daze, get out!"

Only then did the intern come to his senses and walk towards the door. But after taking two steps, he turned around, bent down to pick up the sample of the report, held his eyes, and exited the door. He was extremely depressed at this time, and it seemed that he was finished, really finished. He had already seen the mocking gazes of his colleagues and seen his own miserable life in the future.

But he was a stubborn intern, and although the editor-in-chief didn't approve of it, he revised the story and posted it on his blog, hoping that someone would approve of it. But a whole day passed, and no one paid attention to his article at all. An article by a young reporter about a player who is not in the stream is something that no one will waste time reading.

At this time, his mood really hit rock bottom.

As for Wen Hao, he was waiting anxiously for the phone call in his rented house at this time. Last night he trained until two o'clock before coming back to sleep, but today he woke up full of energy and didn't feel tired at all. He knew that it was most likely the point guard's heart.

However, this is not enough to make him happy, and now he does not know if the Rockets will renew his contract today. Despite his excellent performance last night, McHale didn't seem to care much about his performance at all. Perhaps, it was his own mistakes that disappointed him.

While Wen Hao was worried, in the office of the Toyota Center, head coach McHale quarreled with General Manager Morey.

"You're going to give him a contract? Are you crazy? McHale was slightly agitated.

Morey gave him a smile and said, "No, I'm sober." As you know, I've always looked at people by numbers. Last night's Chinese, in seven minutes of play, he got five assists and three points......"

"There were four more turnovers." McHale interrupted Morey.

"That's right," Morey said with a laugh, "but he's already very efficient, even 6.5 more than regular substitute Brewer, which is not negligible." So I'm going to sign him until the end of the season. ”

McHale shook his head: "I'm against it. He had a good performance last night, but who can guarantee that he will be able to keep it up? And we don't have any place for him anymore. The Rockets play at a fast pace, and his pace can't adapt to the Rockets at all, and even if you keep him, I won't give him a chance to play. ”

"At least keep him first, I think, he always has a chance to show you what he is capable of."

"Morey, I won't agree, I'm going to explain to the boss that you're no longer fit for the job of general manager." McHale was a little angry, and he didn't agree with the Chinese all along. In his heart, apart from the tall ones, the Chinese simply can't play well. Moreover, that Chinese is not suitable for the rocket system and playing style at all, and keeping him in the team is just a burden.

Morey smiled slightly, shook his head, and said lightly: "I was on the phone with my boss just now, and the boss also meant the same." ”

"......" McHale was silent, he looked at Morey, and saw that Morey didn't look like a joke, and after a moment, he shook his head and snuggled into the couch, "Sooner or later, Team Rocket will be brought down by you." ”

"A player on a ten-day contract isn't enough, right?" Morey said with a smile, "Actually, I have to tell you that the boss's original words are to renew the ten-day contract first, and if he can't perform after ten days, it's not too late to let him leave at that time." ”

Hearing this, McHale raised his head, and after a moment, he nodded and said, "Okay, just renew it for ten days." What he was thinking at this time was: I won't give him a chance to play at all for the past ten days, see how he performs? When the time came, he would leave me obediently.

Wen Hao secretly prayed in his heart at this time, hoping that the rocket could renew himself. Hopefully, in the next game, against the Hornets, I can play. I hope I can do well.

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[Anyway, the rocket race is going to be played at nine o'clock this morning, and I'm going to watch the game after sending this chapter.] 】

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