NBA: Goat is actually me

Chapter 33: Special Training with Reggie Miller, Reappearance of the Sleeping Punch
After the draft, the selected rookies went to celebrate with their families.

Meng Jin was only accompanied by his agent Falk, and his parents had no idea that he was participating in the NBA draft.

Falk looked at Meng Jin's silent profile and felt that the boy was extremely lost and lonely at the moment.

"Meng, the draft is over. Do you want to relax for two days? If you need anything, you can tell me."

Meng Jin glanced at Falk and said, "Do you have the contact information of Brooke Shields? Or other Hollywood actresses' contact information is fine too. I really want to relax."

Falk: “.”

Falk soon realized that his worries were unnecessary.

Falk said seriously, "Meng, I'm an agent, not a pimp."

Meng Jin shrugged: "What's the difference?"

Falk said helplessly: "Well, I don't have Brooke Shields' contact information, and I don't know any Hollywood actresses."

Falk secretly complained in his heart, you mentioned Brooke Shields, why don’t you say Marilyn Monroe?

Meng Jin: "Then help me book a flight to Los Angeles tomorrow."

Falk: "Why go to Los Angeles?"

Meng Jin: "Play, relax for two days, and then come back to continue the hard training."

Falk smiled and said, "I hope you still remember the training in two days."

Meng Jin: "Of course I remember. The two trainers cost money."

Before they parted, Falk specifically emphasized that Meng Jin should not contact the Bulls management in the next few days.

Those senior executives are all shrewd people. If you get in touch with them too early, they will easily know their cards, and then it will be difficult to negotiate salary.

Regarding the rookie contract, Meng Jin made Falk absolutely trust him, and the two of them shared a common interest.

Meng called Reggie Miller before going to Los Angeles.

Reggie Miller is Meng Jin's only acquaintance in Los Angeles.

To be precise, Reggie Miller is not from Los Angeles. His home is in Riverside, about 90 kilometers away from Los Angeles.

"Hey! Reggie! Congratulations, you are now a lottery boy too, how is it? Feeling good?"

Meng Jin knew that Reggie Miller's draft prediction was outside the lottery zone, so it was definitely a surprise for him to be selected at 11th overall.

"I'm going crazy these two days." Reggie Miller's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Are you crazy with joy?" Meng Jin was still laughing. At this moment, he did not realize the seriousness of the matter.

Reggie Miller: "I'm so anxious. I've received at least 10 threatening calls from Indiana fans. Some of them said they were going to destroy my house."

Meng Jin: “Is this a welcome ceremony unique to Indiana?”

Reggie Miller didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "The people there didn't welcome me at all. They wanted Steve Alford, Indiana's Mr. Basketball."

Meng Jin: "Fortunately, the draft is not decided by the fans, otherwise I would not have been selected by the Bulls."

Reggie Miller: "I was really stressed out."

"Reggie! You sissy! Are you complaining to others again?" A female voice came from the other end of Miller's phone.

"Send QQ! I'm just chatting with friends, mind your own business!"

After a roar, Miller calmed down his tone: "Sorry, Meng, I was just talking to my sister."

Meng Jin: "It's okay, I think you need to relax. I'll go to Los Angeles tonight to give you some advice."

"tonight?"

"Correct."

"OK, see you tonight."

……

……

Los Angeles, 8:14 p.m.

After leaving Los Angeles Ontario International Airport, Meng Jin headed straight to the city center.

He and Reggie Miller agreed to meet there.

Meng Jin recognized Reggie Miller from a distance. He was wearing a red and black plaid shirt and gray shorts, looking very simple.

I believe Reggie Miller also recognized Meng Jin at the first moment, as the basketball player's height is very conspicuous.

"Reggie, are you so stressed?"

Meng Jin saw that Reggie Miller's eyes were a little red, probably because he didn't sleep well.

Reggie Miller shook his head: "That's a lot to think about."

Meng Jin nodded: "If you think too much, you will not be able to sleep."

Reggie Miller smiled bitterly and said, "Meng, what would you do if this happened to you?"

Meng Jin said seriously: "I will go to Indiana right away and spit at every fan who doesn't welcome me."

Reggie Miller had a black question mark on his face: "Are you serious?"

Meng Jin: "Nonsense! How is that possible! In this situation, of course you should play well and conquer the fans with your performance on the court! Fans are fickle, as long as you play a few good games, those guys will immediately fall in love with you."

Reggie Miller: "I'm afraid I won't play well."

Meng Jin patted Reggie Miller on the shoulder and said, "That's what I'm worried about. I'm afraid you'll be affected by off-court factors, so I specially developed a training plan for you on the plane."

Reggie Miller was almost moved to tears after hearing this: "Brother, you are so nice."

"Let's go." Meng Jin waved his hand.

"Are you going to practice now? Sure, I'll see if there's a basketball court nearby."

“Not to the basketball court.”

Reggie Miller followed Meng Jin with doubts until they walked into a bar.

"Can we train here?" Reggie Miller couldn't help but ask.

Meng Jin nodded: "Anti-noise training, training tailored for you."

Reggie Miller: ???
Meng Jin explained: "Reggie, I am helping you adapt to the environment in advance. Try to imagine the noise and music in this bar as the scolding and booing of haters."

Reggie Miller nodded, not quite understanding.

"Reggie, what would you like to drink?" Meng Jin asked.

"More drinking?" Reggie Miller asked.

Meng Jin began a new round of explanations earnestly: "Brother, you know, this is also part of the training. The stadium is a closed space. If thousands of haters verbally attack you at the same time, you will inevitably lack oxygen and feel a little dizzy."

Reggie Miller didn't realize anything was wrong at this point, so he nodded and said, "Is this called a simulated training?"

Meng Jin snapped his fingers and said, "Very correct. You have a very strong understanding." An hour later, Meng Jin pointed to the side and said, "Let's go to the dance floor."

Reggie Miller wondered, “Is this also a form of training?”

Meng Jin: "Don't you play basketball competitively? Have you seen all those hot girls on the dance floor? Grab one and challenge her. Of course, you can also find a guy."

After Meng Jin finished speaking, he went into the dance floor first.

He thinks this retro disco from the 80s is quite cool.

Reggie Miller began to feel something was wrong.

When he saw Meng Jin having fun on the dance floor, he was basically certain.

I was fooled by this kid.

This guy just wants to find someone to go to a nightclub with him!
But at this time Reggie Miller was already drunk, and under the influence of alcohol he also wanted to go to the dance floor to indulge himself.

Michael Jackson's "Billie Jean" was playing on the dance floor.

Reggie Miller was dancing on the dance floor for half an hour before he realized that Meng Jin was missing.

Looking around, Reggie Miller realized that Meng Jin was chatting up his new prey.

Meng Jin’s superpower is that he can always find the most beautiful girl in the crowd.

Reggie Miller smiled slightly, but his own was not bad either.

These long legs.

This butt.

This is a big thunder.

This drum bag...

Damn, what the hell is a bulge?

Reggie Miller suddenly sobered up a little, but he was still unwilling to give up and touched it even harder.

The next second, Reggie Miller felt a force.

The power of the dragon!

Reggie Miller is in a bad state.

What was he rocking just now?
What's even more terrifying is yet to come. The cross-dressing man in front of Miller thought that Miller was interacting with him, so he turned around and used a dragon grab.

Miller collapsed on the spot: "Fuck!!"

"Snapped!"

Miller slapped the cross-dressing man directly on the back of the head!
This blow was very heavy and was a stress response.

Meng Jin was having a great time chatting with the hot girl when he noticed a commotion behind him.

What's going on?

When I turned around, I saw that a section of the dance floor had been cleared and two people were wrestling with each other.

The light was dim and Meng Jin couldn't see their faces clearly, but he could see clearly that the one riding on it was a man dressed as a woman.

Because during the struggle, his wig was pulled off, revealing a bald head like a boiled egg.

Meng Jin couldn't help but shake his head and sigh: I didn't expect that I could watch such a free entertainment program while drinking, it really is a free country!

Meng Jin raised his glass: "Cheers to these two tough guys."

The two hot girls at the same table raised their glasses and said, "Cheers to the two hunks."

After Meng Jin drank a glass of wine, he suddenly remembered something.

What about Reggie Miller?
Meng Jin wanted to find some friends to watch this free show while drinking.

I looked around, but didn't see it.

When he cast his gaze towards the center of the dance floor again, he couldn't help but curse out loud: "What the hell? Reggie!?"

A reversal of polarity occurred in the middle of the dance floor. Reggie Miller, who had just been pinned down, turned over and became the master, riding on the crossdresser and starting to attack.

Meng Jin recognized Miller at once.

Meng Jin was speechless. He didn't know the ins and outs of the incident, but he never dreamed that Miller would fight with a crossdresser.

"excuse me."

Meng Jin nodded to the hot girl like a gentleman, then walked quickly to the center of the dance floor.

The fight had gotten to this point, and probably many people around had called the police. He had to find a way to take Reggie Miller away before the police arrived.

At this time, the situation on the field reversed again.

Reggie Miller was pinned down by a crossdresser again.

Meng Jin hurried forward and grabbed the cross-dressing man's hands from behind: "Sister, oh no, brother, the game is over, it's time to go home."

Meng Jin had no intention of taking direct action, as this was not in line with his elegant character. He always liked to convince people with virtue and reason.

Moreover, the risk of fights in bars is too high.

If he plays well, he will be Anthony who saves the damsel in distress. If he plays badly, he will become Paul Pierce who scores 35 goals in 13 seconds.

This is not a basketball court. No one knows what the other person will take out of his crotch.

Seeing that the other party completely ignored him, Meng Jin tried to control the hands of the cross-dressing man from behind.

Unexpectedly, the cross-dressing man reacted strongly and threw his head back violently!
This is an attempt to give Meng Jin a fatal blow!

Fortunately, Meng Jin was tall and had long legs, so the hit only hit his thigh.

Meng Jin thought this man was crazy.

The best way to treat a madman is to let him sleep.

"boom!"

One sleep-inducing punch and the world becomes quiet.

Miller sat up with his hands covering his face, and picked up a wine bottle with an angry look on his face.

Meng Jin grabbed him and said, "Reggie, what the hell are you doing?"

Meng Jin's punch helped him sleep, but Miller's bottle would probably kill him instantly.

At this moment, the sirens outside the door suddenly sounded.

Meng Jin grabbed Reggie Miller and ran without saying a word.

He doesn't want to be on the front page of tomorrow's sports newspaper because of a bar fight.

(End of this chapter)