The Bobcat did not give up on Adam Morrison, which surprised Li Ke.

It’s not that Adam Morrison’s existence will conflict with him. One last year’s Tanhua and the other this year’s No. 8 rookie, their style is still more projective...

Li Ke never thought of getting unlimited fire right as soon as he entered the alliance like Xiao Du.

He doesn't care whether the conflict or not.

He just doesn't like losing.

Basketball dream doesn’t mean that playing with NBA is just a dream come true.

NBA is just the beginning. When Li Ke achieves certain achievements many years later, it is considered a dream to come true.

How does the achievement come about? Of course, it starts with winning.

But Adam Morrison's existence is the beginning of the loss.

After all, this guy is the famous "Mo Yizhong", with a shooting percentage of only 37.6%. If he is still valued, how many other Bobcats players have to make up for the baskets that Mo Yizhong lost?

Isn't this a loser?

What a weird thing!

Li Ke is a little troublesome. Could it be that he really wants to go up and down with the Bobcats for a few seasons first?

He trotted all the way back to his rented apartment.

The apartment was empty and there were only some necessary furniture. Furnitures like the sofa, which Li Ke rarely used were covered with dustproof cloth.

If there is nothing, it is even more impossible to create a dinner out of thin air.

But this was not a problem for Li Ke. He turned on his computer, searched for the nearest restaurant, then took out his cell phone and ordered a takeaway.

Turning around, Li Ke began to clean up his new home.

Put the clothes into the cabinet, put the shoes at the door, and the MOP trophy for the NCAA Final Four. I found a high-legged cabinet in the living room and placed it directly on it.

While cleaning up, I was thinking about the training of this day.

To be honest, he was not very satisfied with the training on the first day of the season. Sam Vincent didn't come up with anything that convinced him. Even physical training was the kind of unchanging back-running run.

Think about the coaching staff of Longhorns. Todd Wright, who has helped him a lot this summer, is already considering whether to hire a private trainer.

"It probably won't cost much, right?"

I can’t win the game with a dream, and I can’t even think about understanding the trainer’s market. I can only make a call.

So Li Ke took out David Falke's phone number and dialed it.

"Mr. Falke, that's right, I want to find a private trainer..."

On the other side of the phone, David Falke agreed to help Li Ke ask, but he didn't know much about the specific market.

When Li Ke hung up the phone, David Falke was also in Charlotte.

Sitting opposite, Michael Jordan was clearly sitting.

"Sheldon's phone call?"

David Falke nodded: "He wants to find a trainer."

"how?"

"It's not your Bobcats. The team's training effect is very bad. The child can't stand it anymore. He decided to pay for a trainer and solve this problem."

Jordan frowned: "I'll ask Sam."

Just as I took out my cell phone, I hesitated for a moment and shook my head.

"Forget it, Sam can't make this call. He just took office, so I have to give him some trust. As for the trainer, I'll call."

Flipping through the phone address book, he was almost turning to the last page. Jordan found a long-clogged name. When he pressed his finger, he paused for a moment.

"Hi Tim, I'm Michael. I haven't contacted you for a long time, but you're right, I have something to do with you..."

After Jordan finished the call, David Falke also fell into memories: "Tim Graver...how long has it been since you contacted him?"

"How long? When I retired for the third time, I waved goodbye to him. I told him that it would be impossible for him to make a comeback for the third time..."

"What did he say?"

"I've spoken, can he not help?"

David Falke smiled with satisfaction. That was Tim Graver, the founder of NBA's personal trainer. If it weren't for him, Jordan wouldn't have become goat.

"By the way, David..."

Jordan showed a slightly mysterious smile, then suddenly stood up: "Follow me and give you a surprise."

"surprise?"

David Falke was confused, but he still followed Jordan.

One by one, one by one, the other came out of the apartment and walked in the long passage.

Then he got on the elevator, Jordan pressed to the next floor, and the elevator went down, and the feeling of falling lasted for a second, and then he jingled and opened the door.

After leaving the elevator, there was another long passage. Jordan stopped in front of the apartment with the door number 508 and rang the doorbell.

"Surprise? What surprise will be in another apartment?"

Many guesses have flashed through David Falke's mind.

Of course, the most important thing is that Jordan prepared a grand party full of flesh and blood in this apartment...

David Falke suddenly became a little excited, but slapped his forehead and forgot to bring the pill.

However, with a click, the door was opened, and David Falke saw Li Ke...

"It's really... a surprise!"

...

Suddenly someone called the door, and Li Ke thought it was a takeaway.

As a result, he was stunned as soon as the door opened.

Michael Jordan David Falke?

This is not right. He lives here, but he has never told anyone.

Jordan didn't care about that. As soon as Li Ke opened the door, he walked straight inside, like a regular customer here.

"This...Mr. Michael Jordan, and Mr. Falke, why are you here?"

Especially Falke, he just called Falke.

But this guy just shrugged and spread his hands.

Falke was also confused about why he suddenly appeared in front of Li Ke.

But Jordan smiled and said, "Because the house you live in is mine, I want to come and have a look."

What? Does this house belong to Jordan?

"So that's what it is..."

Damn it, Li Ke is still looking forward to a beautiful landlord coming!

"By the way, I'll live upstairs. If you have any questions, you can go up and find me directly."

It's the landlord and neighbor? Damn it!

Li Ke was originally looking forward to a beautiful neighbor coming!

"Also, I heard from David, you want to find a private trainer?"

"Yes, Mr. Jordan."

"How about Tim Graver?"

Tim Graver Li Ke quickly remembered the origin of this man, the first private trainer in NBA history.

Li Ke nodded silently.

"If it's OK, you're ready to pay. Tim is expensive, but you should be able to afford it. Also, I'll say hello to Sam and you can take Tim to the training hall."

"good."

Jordan helped find Tim Graver, and Jordan also gave him a privilege of bringing his own private trainer, which only superstars can possess.

Beautiful landlord? Beautiful neighbor?

No, these are nothing compared to the golden basketball goat standing in front of him now - Michael Jordan.

"It seems you are still packing your luggage. Have you eaten? Sheldon..."

Li Ke shook his head, did Jordan mean to treat him?

Seeing Li Ke shaking his head, Jordan showed a glimpse of joy: "It's almost seven o'clock, haven't eaten yet?"

He walked to the kitchen on his own, looked at the stove without any fireworks and the empty refrigerator, and a sound came from a distance:

"Are you going to take a hunger strike? Sheldon? There is nothing in the kitchen!"
To be continued...