The Fifth Point Guard

The new season is about to start.

All the teams are intensively conducting transactions and forming the lineup they think is the most promising.

But there was a deal that completely detonated the trading market.

The Houston Rockets traded the 38-year-old Hakeem Olajuwon to the Toronto Raptors in a sign-and-trade for a first-round pick and a second-round pick in 2002.

The man nicknamed "Big Dream" played for Houston for 17 years and led the team to two NBA championships.

According to media reports, the Rockets offered Olajuwon a three-year, $13 million pension contract, which is considered very sincere.

If Olajuwon accepts it, it will achieve the good talk of "one person, one city".

However, Dameng unexpectedly rejected the Rockets' offer and instead reached a three-year $16.7 million contract with the Raptors.

Agent Dan Fegan attended the press conference on behalf of Olajuwon. He said that Dream 100% hopes that he will be a Rocketsman forever, but he feels that it is time to hand over the torch to the next generation of the Rockets.

Lian Po is old and can still eat.

Although the attack is insufficient, there is enough meat to put it under the basket without any problem.

At this time, the Raptors still have many stars such as Vince Carter, Antonio Davis, Alvin Williams and Jeremy Williams, and their strength should not be underestimated.

In the Eastern Conference semifinals last season, the Raptors unfortunately lost to the Philadelphia 76ers 3-4 and missed the Eastern Conference Finals.

In the new season, they will be strong contenders for the Eastern Conference championship!

"Mom, what's the matter today, brother, just nestled on the sofa and kept swiping his phone without moving." Shen Qing asked Sister Hua who was sitting beside her while trimming her toenails.

"Yeah, today's performance is a bit abnormal." Sister Hua, who was knocking on melon seeds, also agreed with her daughter.

"Today is Tuesday, Costco has a discount, let's go to the supermarket."

"Okay, just in time to buy some steak."

late at night.

The bell rang at 0:00 in the morning.

Shen Tong let out a long breath.

Parallel time and space.

Sure enough, it was different.

According to the notification requirements of the New Jersey Nets, Shen Tong came to the Continental Airlines Arena to report on time.

"Who are you looking for?"

At the entrance of the center, a security guard in uniform stopped Shen Tong.

Shentong quickly took out the report notice.

And a bear biscuit.

Then he walked into the gate of the Continental Airlines Arena without hindrance.

In the arena, many people are warming up on the court.

"Hey, brother!"

familiar faces.

high five.

Embrace.

"Damn it, I still can't escape your clutches." Shen Tong punched Jefferson with a smile.

"We are destined to be a couple, and no one can separate us." Jefferson also smiled and sent a head-to-head kill.

The interaction between the two shocked some people who did not know the truth.

Corey "Kee" Dells: "What about those two rookies?"

Jason-"Kid": "It seems like we love each other, I can't help it."

"Kees" Van Horn: "Damn, got beat to it."

Kidd: "."

Kidders: "."

"Hey, Shentong, you're here!"

Scott, who appeared out of nowhere, greeted Shentong from a distance.

"Yes, Byron, I'm here to report."

shake hands.

Scott scratched his forehead, looked around, and said to a staff member in training uniform not far away: "Hey, Derek, there is a new guy here, why don't you show him around first Arena, familiar with the familiar environment."

The guy whose name was called by Scott came to the two of them, held out his hand to Shen Tong, and said, "Derek Allen, welcome to the team."

This guy named Allen has really strong hands.

"STO."

"Come on, Shen, let me show you the arena. This is the only way for every rookie to go."

Allen looked at Kidd with a smile.

"Of course, newcomers also count."

"Hey, Derek, go do your work." Kidd said angrily.

Gym.

"Boom"

"Boom"

The sound of using the equipment echoed in the room.

Two big men are exercising their muscles in the gym.

Shen Tong knew one of them.

Kenyon Martin.

"Hey, recruits, welcome." Martin greeted Shen Tong while holding up the barbell.

"Hello, Kenyon."

Shen Tong, who was passing by, glanced at the weight of the barbell and was terrified.

Not far away, another player is squatting with weights.

What a burly figure!

The muscle stick on the arm looks bigger than Martin.

"Aaron, a newcomer is here."

The muscular man who was exercising paused slightly and nodded to Shen Tong.

Then it went up and down again with a "puff and puff".

"This is Aaron Williams, the most powerful guy on our team. Regardless of the fact that he is only 2.06 meters long, he doesn't suffer at all as a center forward." Allen said with a smile.

Powerful short center, the most representative player, Ben Wallace.

It seems that Williams and Wallace in front of him are taking the same route.

After walking out of the gym, Alan whispered to Shentong: "But actually, I don't recommend that you train like Williams. Excessive muscle training will make your body too tight, affecting your body's flexibility and sense of the ball. For a shooter like you Type players are not suitable."

After the gym, Allen took Shen Tong to familiarize himself with the facilities in the arena one by one.

Dining room, restroom, medical room, rest room, play room, washroom

Finally, the locker room.

"Shen, pick one." Allen said, pointing to an empty wardrobe.

Shen Tong glanced around.

The closet on the left is almost full, and the one on the right is quite empty.

Jason Kidd's closet is center left.

Proper C position.

Kenyon Martin's and Keith Van Horn's wardrobes are on the left and right.

It seems that the left side is where the main players and veterans are.

Shen Tong looked to the right.

One of the wardrobes is very conspicuous.

Inseparable socks.

Shameless T-shirt.

CD case separated from flesh and blood.

And half a pack of open biscuits.

Shen Tong pointed to the empty closet next door and said, "That's it."

"Okay, I'll get someone to put your nametag on it in a minute. Seriously, Richard's locker needs to be tidied up."

Shen Tong smiled and put down the backpack.

tidy?

It is impossible to clean up.

At least for a few years in college, Jefferson came here like this.

"Okay, Shen, that's about it. I'll go out first, and I'll change into my uniform and come out for training later."

"Wait, Derek."

Shen Tong looked curiously at the wardrobe on his left, which was in sharp contrast with Jefferson's wardrobe on the right.

Several coats hang neatly on the hooks.

There are several training clothes neatly stacked in the small compartment above the head.

Everything is in order.

"Whose wardrobe is this?"

Allen took a look.

"It should be Brian, Brian Scalabrian, a big guy who just came to report before you, and hasn't had time to put his name tag on."

"Ok."

After Allen left, Shen Tong took off his coat, put on his training clothes, and prepared for the first day of team training.

A few days ago.

"Bernard, according to the roster I have in hand, we have less than 15 people who can participate in the preseason, and the roster for the new season may not be enough." Byron Scott complained to the general manager Kim .

"Let's find a few more players, I think the 'victory cigar' is pretty good."