Bishop of the Devil

Seeing Paul attacking his low draft pick, Rondo became even more anxious.

Draft pick is the starting point for every player and a label at the beginning of their career.

Just like the imperial examination in ancient China, the better the ranking, the greater the chance of becoming a high official in the future.

Of course, it is not ruled out that some geniuses may strike later...

"Is the third pick great? The third pick is bullshit!" Rondo was originally going to cite a few negative cases to show that Paul's third pick was worthless.

But after thinking about it, the third picks in the previous drafts seemed to have done well...

Gasol in 2001, the Grizzlies boss.

Anthony in 2003, the Nuggets boss.

Ben Gordon in 2004, Bulls boss.

There is also little Dunleavy in 2002...

"Dunleavy is still the third pick. You are definitely not much better than him. You are all useless." Rondo directly pushed little Dunleavy out.

If little Dunleavy knew about it, he would be so angry that he could hardly hit the ball, and you guys in West Lafayette dragged him out to whip the corpse.

"That's better than the trash like you that no one wants and is picked up by the coach." Paul was also unforgiving, and his trash talk was also excellent.

The two of them had been stimulated by each other's words and lost their minds. They were twisting wildly, trying to rush out of the crowd and tear each other's mouth apart.

"The coach is here." Iguodala shouted.

Richard walked over quickly. Seeing how thirsty the two of them were, they must have been scolding each other for a while.

Richard walked straight into the crowd and looked at Cowens.

"Dave, with your status as a top 50 star, can't you suppress these two boys?" Richard asked with a smile.

Cowens waved his hand helplessly, "I can't suppress it, I really can't suppress it, Li, I don't know where you found these two stubborn donkeys..."

"You know, Li, if it were in our time, such stubborn donkeys would have been easily dealt with by the old guys in the team without our coach having to do anything."

Cowens smacked his lips, looking a little nostalgic for his playing career.

Old Curry on the side also smacked his lips. His son is still sensible and this situation will never happen. If he joins the Pirates in the future, Richard will definitely like it.

Thinking of his son, Old Curry felt a sense of pride in his heart. Although his eldest son was not very physically strong, he had absolutely no talent for shooting.

When the next semester starts, Curry will definitely join Purdue University. By then, he will definitely become Purdue University's outside ace. Old Curry is quite confident about this.

…

"Get out of the way and make some room for these two warriors."

"Now the league is so strict that no one dares to fight on the court."

"It just so happens that today is a feast for our eyes. Come on, come on, you two keep fighting. Don't pull anyone away. Let them fight to the end."

Richard looked at the two of them with a sneer and said.

The pirate generals who were originally blocking the two men suddenly dispersed like a tidal wave.

Everyone turned their attention to Paul and Rondo on the court.

The two of them suddenly felt their scalps go numb. Both of them were young people with very high IQs. How could they not hear the suppressed anger in Richard's tone at this moment.

Richard got angry, and the consequences were serious.

"Fight, why don't you fight?" Richard shouted angrily.

The two of them stayed where they were, not daring to move...

"You continue training, you two follow me." After Richard said that, he turned and walked towards his office.

Paul and Rondo felt like they were going cold. They were so angry just now, and they hadn't seen Richard in a few days, they did stupid things.

…

"Close the door." Richard's deep voice gave the two boys who entered the office the urge to run away.

Richard didn't let the two of them sit down at all. Instead, he asked them to stand in front of his desk, like students who had made a mistake and were called into the principal's office.

"Tell me, what's going on? Why did the fight suddenly start?" Richard frowned and started to ask.

"He spat at me!" Paul whispered back.

"No, I just got too excited and spit!" Rondo immediately defended. After all, spitting on someone on the court is not a glorious thing.

"He said I was only worthy of playing as a substitute for Old Payton!" Rondo thought of Paul's words attacking him...

Last season, Payton was Paul's substitute. If Rondo were to play as Payton's substitute, he would become the team's third point guard.

At first glance, this third point guard sounds pretty good. After all, he can be ranked third...

But considering that the starter has to play for more than 30 minutes, and the chief substitute has to play for about ten minutes, the third point guard basically becomes a marginal person.

No wonder Rondo is anxious...

"He was the one who said he would take away my starting point guard position before the game started!"

"Nonsense, you provoked me first."

"You provoked me first!"

The two young men, in front of Richard, were like primary school students, and they started to complain to each other.

Richard waved his hand to signal the two of them to shut up.

He now had a rough idea of ​​what was going on. As expected, these two fiercely competitive guys would start to fight each other as soon as they met.

It’s hard to say who’s wrong and who’s right. No one’s butt is clean anyway.

If Richard didn't know Paul well, he might have been deceived by Paul's innocent baby face, but he knew Paul too well.

Underneath his harmless expression, he was also quite sinister.

…

Richard frowned and thought, the conflict between the two was entirely a conflict over the starting position.

The key is that the two of them are in direct competition. Neither of them is suitable to play shooting guard, and both can only be placed at the number one position.

Rondo has no basket, so playing shooting guard will have no effect at all.

Paul does have a basket, but he is short, so he can't get half the result with half the effort as a shooting guard.

Moreover, Richard already has Roy on hand. This starting shooting guard position was specially prepared by Richard for Roy.

Maybe Richard won't give Roy too many starting opportunities in his rookie season, but once Richard's plan for Iverson is implemented next season, Roy will be able to fully secure his position as the starting shooting guard.

…

Now there are two people competing for the starting position in the No. 1 position. If Richard presses hard, of course he can suppress it and let Rondo play as a substitute.

But doing this will definitely make Rondo have a rebellious mentality. This guy is a troublemaker.

"Let's see, you are all traditional point guards that I am very optimistic about. In my Richard team, everything depends on your strength."

"After the start of the game, for the first two months of the schedule, one person will start for one month."

"The person with good statistics will be the starter from now on, and the other person will be the substitute." Richard knocked on the table and said.

Rondo's eyes immediately shined, and he knew the coach would help him...

Don't help yourself openly, and deliberately give yourself an opportunity to get the starting position.

He admitted that Paul was very capable, but he was also confident that he could win against Paul.

And Paul's eyes were shining. Originally, he was really worried that Rondo would take away his starting position...

The reason is simple. Paul is not yet a member of West Lafayette, while Rondo is a genuine West Lafayette player.

But now it seems that Richard is quite fair, and even in Paul's view, Richard is still biased towards him.

Rondo is just a newbie. How can he be his opponent with his ability to improve statistics?

It is equivalent to saying that Richard makes a bet that Paul can win.