On the 29th, he had another two hours of strength training in the morning, and at noon he rushed to the headquarters to join the team.

The smiling assassin Isaiah Thomas officially made a comeback, and when Zhou Quan saw him, he found that this guy's spirit did not seem to be very excited.

"Doesn't he want to come back?"

He shook his head, it shouldn't be like this, Thomas may still find it difficult to accept the substitute position from his heart, plus after two consecutive championships, with the increase of injuries, that kind of invincible sharpness has long been gone, and now he has given up the main position, which has led to the loss of the spirit of the whole person, even if he comes back, he will not be able to return to his previous state.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the piston arrived in New York, and after settling into the hotel, it was already half past three.

At the request of the media, the team arranged a press conference at the hotel.

The comeback Thomas is of course the protagonist, and the media attention is almost all on him alone.

"Isaiah, you gave up the main position, you gave up the core position, is this change because of that ugly locker room violence?"

The first question was asked by a reporter from the New York Times, and the question was a question that embarrassed Thomas, and embarrassed the entire Pistons.

"No, everybody knows it's because of my injury." Thomas denied.

"Have you decided to retire?" The reporter asked.

"Not really." Thomas shook his head.

"Dongduel was swept by Jordan, you refused to shake hands with him, and left directly, is it rude? Did you admit to being beaten by Jordan? The reporter asked again.

"Next."

The moderator then motioned for the staff to go up and confiscate the reporter's microphone, and then he flipped a card from a Los Angeles Daily reporter.

"Isaiah, you chose to reconcile with Iron Fist, but do you really not hate him? It should be said that because of him, Ling and Ranbier, your reputation has been ruined. ”

The Los Angeles Journal reporter asked another question that upset Thomas.

Thomas hesitated, then shook his head and said, "We have truly reconciled. ”

"Isn't there a secret war?" The reporter asked.

"Nope."

Thomas's voice grew colder and colder, and he became a little impatient.

"Iron Fist, why didn't you choose to leave the Pistons?"

The third person to ask a question was a reporter from the New York Sports News.

"Why should I choose to leave?" Zhou Quan asked with a puzzled expression.

The reporter was surprised: "Your experience in the Pistons locker room is enough to give you a reason to leave, and no one can stop you, including the Pistons owner." ”

A gentle smile appeared on Zhou Quan's face, and he shook his head and smiled: "If you do what you said, then none of the two major leagues of the NFL and NHL are complete, and even these two major leagues have collapsed a long time ago, and their teams may even fight every day, I know this very well."

It wasn't a big deal for me, and I wasn't going to let a fight that wasn't big enough to be a big event that changed my career, it wasn't big enough for me to let it decide my future. ”

"You're weird." The reporter said helplessly.

"No, I'm not eccentric. You think I'm weird because you take that incident too seriously. ”

Shaking his head, Zhou Quan smiled confidently: "But I said it, for me, it's nothing, that's something I often have to face, I'm familiar with it, and I have the ability to settle it."

Because on the ice hockey rink, I'm the executioner who is responsible for settling conflicts. And as a result, I've flattened it. ”

"It is also the executor that provokes conflict." The reporter smiled wryly.

"Yes, that's also the duty of the executioner, the first duty." Zhou Quan said with a smile.

Now it was the turn of the smiling assassin next to him and smiled bitterly.

Indeed, Iron Fist does that on the ice hockey, deliberately causing conflict, and then leveling it, this is the job of the executioner, and his trouble with Iron Fist is actually to challenge other people's professions as an amateur, how stupid?

30, Madison Square Garden.

Zhou Quan is here for the second time, the last time was in the April draft.

At six o'clock, after dinner, the team went back to the locker room, and the game was played at eight o'clock, and there was still time for small talk.

"Isaiah, Joe, Zhou, you guys come out for a moment."

Chuck Daly called the trio out of the locker room, and McCloskey was waiting for them outside.

"Jack, what's the matter?"

Thomas asked, looking at McCloskey.

In the Pistons, the boss is not very in charge, and it is the old gentleman who really decides everything, and the root and legacy of the bad boy is the general manager who was born in the military.

McCloskey groaned, looked at Thomas and said, "Now our goal is clear, to get Iron Fist growing as soon as possible, and I plan to spend at least two seasons developing him." ”

At this time, he looked at Zhou Quan and said: "Zhou, there is no doubt about your organizational ability, and the team's requirement for you is to continue to tap the potential in this area, but at the same time, you must strengthen your personal offensive ability with the ball, as well as your personal finishing ability."

Although you don't want to be a bad boy, I want you to be an offensive point guard like Isaiah, who can not only organize the offense, make your teammates better, but also stand up and decide everything at critical moments, just like the G6 battle against Isaiah in the '88 Finals, with 25 points in a single quarter. ”

Speaking of this, he glanced at the somewhat lost Thomas with great emotion, and said in an infinitely reluctant tone:

In that game, Isaiah injured his right ankle and couldn't get up from the floor several times, but when the team fell behind, he resolutely dragged a broken leg to stand up, and with a performance of 25 points in a single quarter, he showed the world the tenacity of our bad boy army.

We still lost that game by one point and eventually lost the Grand Final, but we are all still proud of that game. ”

When McCloskey said this, Chuck Daly nodded in agreement, and Joe Dumas looked at Thomas with admiration on his face.

Isaiatos, on the other hand, puffed up his chest, and the sharp energy that had long disappeared in his body seemed to have returned, and there was a light in his eyes.

Zhou Quan knew from their reactions that he wanted to make a name for himself in the Pistons, and he still had a long way to go, and he still had a long way to go to replace the Smiling Assassin in the Pistons.

This team has no shortage of accolades at all, and it is even an iconic team of the entire league in the mid-to-late eighties, and the era of black and white is followed by the era of bad boys, and all teams are still imitating the style of the bad boys, and the brand of the bad boys is too deep on this team.

It is very, very difficult for him to re-brand himself on such a team, almost very hard.

But he believes in the words of the teacher, fighting with people and fighting with the sky, the fun is endless, and the more difficult it is, the more he has to challenge.