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In fact, although Bagley is a little depressed, he has not completely lost hope.
Especially after learning that the king traded for Wang Yi this year.
The glimmer of hope in his heart became stronger.
No player is willing to be at the bottom of the list, especially a second place like him.
Wang Yi's ability has been fully demonstrated in the playoffs.
Even if the current configuration of the Kings is far inferior to that of the Lakers, at least Wang Yi can bring them into the playoffs, right?
As long as he can enter the playoffs, he will have the opportunity to show himself on a higher stage.
Didn't Ayton, the No. [-] pick ahead of him, play his worth in the playoffs?
But he did not take the initiative to contact Wang Yi.
He recognizes Wang Yi's basketball ability, but he still needs to observe in other aspects.
Now I see that even the old stubborn Barnes and the young and frivolous Hilde have come with Wang Yi.
He knew that Wang Yi's ability in other areas was fine.
So he directly proposed heads-up.
He just wanted to face-to-face with Wang Yi, and reconfirm how strong Wang Yi's ability in basketball is.
Behind Bagley's yard, there is an enclosed arena.
It is said to be an arena, but in fact it is just a wooden shed built on half of the concrete court.
He is just a rookie, and he is not rich enough to build an arena directly in his backyard.
Opened the gate of the tent.
Bagley went in first and turned on the light.
Wang Yi followed and walked in. When Barnes and Hield behind him wanted to follow in, Bagley turned around and closed the door and put the latch on.
Barnes and Hilde outside the door looked at each other, then shook their heads and shrugged.
The two of them were sitting on the steps of the tent door.
Listening to the sound of basketballs thumping and thumping constantly coming from the tent.
Barnes closed his eyes slightly: "Don't you think this sound is like music?"
Hilde shook his head: "I feel like my heart is beating."
381 Departure to Denver Plateau
At nine o'clock in the morning in mid-July, the weather is already quite hot.
Under the sun, the tent is even more stuffy.
But at this time, the sound of basketball kept coming from inside.
bang bang bang bang
Bang bang— bang bang—
Occasionally, there was a roar of a strong man.
Outside the door, Hilde was sitting in the shade, with his back against the wall of the tent.
Scratching the little curly hair on his head, he asked, "Who do you think will win?"
Barnes ignored him and put the earplug in his right ear.
Hilde shook his head: "Well, this question is meaningless. Let's change the question. What do you think the final score will be?"
"Within 6 points."
Barnes replied.
"I think it will be 7 points. Even the gap will be bigger."
Hilde approached Barnes with great interest, and put his arm around his shoulder: "Brother, do you want to gamble?"
Barnes, uninterested, slipped the other earbud into his left ear.
The prelude to "In the Name of the Father" began to ring in his ears.
He enjoyed himself leaning against the wall, his right leg draped over his left.
Hum along.
Hilde shook his head helplessly: "I think the king is right, the king is a bunch of ghosts and monsters."
Yesterday he silently memorized Wang Yi's sentence of ghosts and snakes, and then inquired about the meaning of that sentence through a friend who understands Chinese.
But he didn't feel that Wang Yi was offending them.
Instead, I think it's true.
The current Kings team is indeed a mess.
Players have all kinds of strange personalities, aren't they just a bunch of monsters?
while he was thinking.
crunch--
The gate to the ballshed opened.
Two figures came out slowly.
A little sweat broke out on the tip of Wang Yi's nose.
Bagley was sweating profusely.
Hilde quickly stood up and asked Wang Yi: "How is it? Who won? What is the score?"
Wang Yi did not speak.
He just glanced back at Bagley: "Little San is very strong!"
Hilde was too innocent after all, he looked back at Bagley.