roccoschili Chapter 377
Chapter 377
Chapter 377
At this time, on the training field, the remaining ten people were a little uncertain, and gathered together with big eyes and small eyes.
Everyone is guessing how Zhao Ke is "concocting" the miserable "bird man". I don't know if it will be a dead bird after a while...
The four newcomers felt more and more uneasy. It turned out that the media sometimes did not lie, and Zhao Ke was really a devil!
Crushed Bruce Bowen's knee and nearly kicked Jerome Williams to death. It's true!
And the miserable "Birdman" in front of him was almost beaten to death by punches!
They are not Zhao Ke's "brothers". I wonder if they will be hammered to death by Zhao Ke someday in the future?
At this time, Zhao Ke finally came out.
Seeing Chris Anderson in the wheelchair with his eyes closed, everyone was shocked:
How did it come out? Did it break your legs again?
Going in the front legs is still good!
Gerald Wallace swallowed, stepped forward and said without words:
"Boss, do you want to change clothes?"
Hearing this, Zhao Ke lowered his head and realized that his suit was completely soaked. MMP, it was just washed and wet by that "dead bird"!
"Gerald, you go and call the team doctor, Chris accidentally hit a tree on his motorcycle! Everyone else went to practice shooting, according to the old rules of the away game, David, you organize!"
Zhao Ke waved his hand and walked into the locker room alone.
The training hall fell silent again. Gerald Wallace looked like he had seen a ghost. He was stunned for a long time and asked David West:
"David, did I hear you right? Boss just said that Chris hit a tree on his motorcycle?"
David West nodded, and said with a worried look:
"You heard me right, but you missed the point. The boss wants you to call the team doctor instead of just being in a daze. I hope you can get the team doctor here before the boss comes out. God bless you, Amen!"
"Fuck, David, don't you scare me less!"
Gerald Wallace disappeared like a cloud of smoke.
David West walked over to Chris Anderson, stretched out his finger, sniffed, fortunately it was a "live bird"...
Chris Anderson suddenly opened his eyes and moaned, "Oops, it hurts like hell!"
David West was taken aback, took a step back and said, "So you're pretending to be dead, I have to tell the boss later."
Chris Anderson said feebly: "David, I've become like this, can you be a little sympathetic?"
"Compassion is nothing compared to survival."
David West said seriously.
Chris Anderson rolled his eyes and begged:
"David, for the sake of Mi Li's family, can you put me down, my ribs are broken, and if I sit down again, it will probably be useless..."
David West nodded and greeted Dwight Howard to pick the half-dead "Birdman" out of the wheelchair and lay him flat on the floor.
The two looked at each other and were about to go back to training.
Chris Anderson shouted anxiously: "Hey, you two are not so heartless, at least give me a blanket, this floor is very hard!"
Dwight Howard turned around, with a wide grin and a bright smile:
"Si Niao, you are now wearing a sinful body, we have to draw a line with you! The boss's heavy punch, I can't bear it with my small body!"
Chris Anderson closed his eyes angrily: "Get out, I knew you were not loyal!"
David West greeted everyone, mainly four new members sat in a row outside the three-point line, talked about the rules, and then followed the usual practice, starting with Dwight Howard, to practice scoring ten goals in a row!
As a result, due to being frightened, Warcraft's hands trembled violently today.
Until Zhao Ke came out of the locker room wearing a training suit, Dwight Howard was still sweating profusely at the free throw line alone, and everyone else watched quietly.
Seeing Zhao Ke approaching, the monster was visibly nervous and threw a three-none stick.
Zhao Ke said with a sullen face: "Dwight, go to the sidelines and do a hundred push-ups!"
The monster ran over, went to practice push-ups, and was finally relieved. As expected, physical training is the most suitable for me...
Zhao Ke pushed a basket of balls to the center of the court by himself. The eight people sitting on the three-point line all turned to look at him. Zhao Ke signaled them to continue sitting.
He picked up a basketball as if no one else was there, dribbled it twice, and jumped up!
"Shh!"
The second one, keep going!
Ten basketballs in a row, launched from the center line, all hit the target, hollow into the net!
The hard training this summer has paid off!
Sure enough, if you want to practice peerless martial arts, you must have a peerless beauty by your side...
Didn't you just finish a fight?
Don't you still have bruises on your hands?
Also, that's the center line, isn't it the free throw line?
The mouths of the four newcomers all turned into an "O" shape. Everyone in the world said that Zhao Ke was a pervert, but he didn't expect to be so perverted!
Zhao Ke walked up to Chris Anderson (Birdman pretended to be dead again) on the floor, clapped his hands, and motioned for everyone to gather around.
"Everyone knows the new rules of the league, so what you saw and heard today is all rotten to my stomach!"
With a cold face, Zhao Ke looked around and saw that everyone nodded in "deep (po) to (bu) to (de) but (yi)", and then continued:
"Chris Anderson didn't smoke any contraband, and he wasn't beaten, but he didn't pay attention while driving his motorcycle and hit a tree. This is the only answer. I don't want to hear other versions of the story outside. If anyone wants to tell a story, you can ask my fist first, do you understand?"
"I understand!"
Driven by the desire to survive, all of them raised their chests and bellies, and their voices were loud.
Zhao Ke nodded, that's right!
"Next session, welcome new teammates..."
With a bang, the door of the training hall was knocked open, and Gerald Wallace ran in with three team doctors sweating profusely.
Seeing Zhao Ke looking at him dissatisfied, Gerald Wallace felt that his throat was a little dry, so he jumped up to stand beside David West in two steps.
Zhao Ke didn't get mad, he walked quickly to the team doctor and said:
"Chris crashed into a tree on his motorcycle. I saw that his ribs were broken a lot. Please carry him away on a stretcher!"
The leading white-haired team doctor nodded and waved his hands. Two assistants ran out to get the stretcher back, and the three of them put the "birdman" who was pretending to be dead on the stretcher and carried it away.
This group of team doctors is also very knowledgeable. If Zhao Ke said that Chris Anderson crashed into a tree in a space shuttle, they probably wouldn't say anything.
With such an interruption, Zhao Ke also lost interest in continuing to act forcefully to predict the future for his new teammates, and the atmosphere today is a bit too bad, so it's better not to praise them.
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