Chapter 14: A Mahjong table will be arranged in the future

"Zhongqiu, you're a rookie, sit in the back."

Seeing He Zhongqiu sitting down in the front, Xia Song hurriedly shouted.

The two sat in the back, and he reminded them again: “Zhongqiu, there are some unspoken rules for rookies in the NBA, you have to understand them.

For example, the scale of the whistle, the actions that veteran players can do, the actions that star players can do, and the actions that rookies cannot do.

Also, there are unspoken rules in the locker room. The rookies have to carry bags and polish shoes for the veterans. Sometimes the veterans will play some pranks on the rookies. You must not lose your temper at this time, because everyone has been there before. "

"Carrying a bag to polish shoes? Okay, Brother Xia, I got it."

"Don't worry, we martial artists don't fight easily. We always win people over with virtue. And if you hurt someone, you have to pay a lot of money and go to juvenile detention. Oh, no, that's it, I definitely won't hit anyone. Damn, why is it so hot?"

There was air conditioning in the car, and He Zhongqiu felt his scalp getting dry. He took off his woolen hat and scratched his head hard.

“Swish, swish, swish…”

The sound of nails scratching the head was a bit harsh, just like a knife scratching on a block of iron, except that no sparks were produced.

Xia Song took a close look at He Zhongqiu's nails. They were so thick, probably three times as thick as his own.

"Zhongqiu, did you practice Eagle Claw Kung Fu to get these nails?" he asked curiously.

He Zhongqiu said: "Well, my nails used to be longer, so I didn't need any tools to peel the bark. When I peeled the bark in the temple, my father and I just used our hands.

Now I don’t use scissors or nail clippers to cut my nails, which are useless and too laborious. I use a file, which I grind little by little.”

The corners of Xia Song's eyes twitched again and again. You have your own weapon. If you grow your nails longer, you will definitely cut a piece of flesh when you use them on others.

Ten minutes after six, the bus arrived at Madison Square Garden.

After entering Manhattan, He Zhongqiu witnessed the prosperity of New York, with tall buildings and people in suits everywhere.

When they arrived at the parking lot, he carried his bag and followed his teammates off the bus.

"Rookie, take it."

"And mine."

"mine."

Behind him, several veterans handed their bags to Williams. The poor rookie was carrying six or seven backpacks, forcing him to bend over.

Harrington glanced at He Zhongqiu, still with some hesitation in his eyes, and handed the bag in his hand to Williams.

"Ha ha……"

A few old birds laughed triumphantly when they saw Williams' embarrassed look.

He Zhongqiu was a little confused. Why didn’t anyone ask him to carry the bag? Wasn’t he a rookie?

"Hey, He, can you do me a favor?" Williams shouted to him with a gloomy face.

"Zhongqiu, he asked you for help." Xia Song said.

"Who, who's talking?"

He Zhongqiu looked around but couldn't see Williams, who was only as tall as his chest, so he strode to catch up with the old birds.

Xia Song shook his head speechlessly and followed him.

"This bastard!"

Williams was so angry that he wanted to curse.

After walking with his teammates in the brightly lit corridor for a long time and almost losing his way, He Zhongqiu finally arrived at the home team's locker room.

Layden and Don Cheney, as well as several assistant coaches, some management and security personnel, a dozen people had already arrived and were waiting outside the locker room.

"Too luxurious! This time I am like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden, my horizons have been opened." He Zhongqiu entered the dressing room and looked around curiously. The dressing room was a huge room, at least more than 100 square meters, luxuriously decorated, with carpeted floors, a row of wardrobes around, and dazzling decorative lights installed inside the wardrobes. There was a swivel chair in front of each wardrobe.

After he looked around, Williams came in grunting and returned a few bags to a few old hands.

Assistant coach Tom Thibodeau came in and said to He Zhongqiu and Williams: "Frank, He, pick out a closet that no one uses."

The two of them each picked a wardrobe facing the door, so that they could be seen as soon as they entered the room. It had the worst privacy, and most experienced people would not choose that place.

After He Zhongqiu put away his bag, he saw that everyone else had jerseys and sneakers in their closets, except him and Williams. It should be that the equipment department was not ready yet.

At this time, an old bird called Williams over again, handed him a large bill, and asked him to help buy a drink. Williams went with a bitter face.

As for He Zhongqiu, there was still no one to order him around. With nothing to do, he curiously wandered around the locker room.

There is not only this locker room. There is also a physiotherapy room, a bathroom, and a toilet next to it. There is also a passage inside, but I don’t know where it leads to.

"Hey, He, that's the weight room over there, you can go there and exercise." Kurt Thomas said loudly after seeing it.

"OK."

After Xia Song translated, He Zhongqiu followed the corridor to the strength room.

"This should be a treatment only available in the home team's locker room. There is definitely no weight room in the visiting team's locker room." Xia Song said.

"Brother Xia, why didn't they let me carry the bag?" he asked.

Xia Song glanced at the locker room and whispered, "You performed the Eagle Claw Kung Fu in front of them that day, and your strength is the strongest in the Knicks. Who would dare to order you around easily? If they pissed you off, wouldn't that be asking for trouble?"

Then Alan Houston and Sprewell arrived.

Alan Houston signed a 01-year, $6 million super contract with the team in 1. He is also a favorite of New York fans and has long become the boss of the team and a leader in the locker room.

The madman has climbed out of the trough and has long established a firm foothold in the Knicks. Like Alan Houston, he has become one of the leaders of the team and the second soul figure.

As the two came in, the other players greeted them.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"Hey."

He Zhongqiu heard the noise and came out of the strength room to greet the two of them, and the two of them responded casually.

He asked Xia Song: "Brother Xia, why is the nickname of the madman called the madman? He doesn't look crazy! When I was in Yanjing, I was crazier than him."

Xia Song smiled and said, "That's because you don't know his past. The Throat Locking Incident was a big deal back then, but now he's quite low-key."

He was just about to gossip about the throat-locking incident when Billy Jackson came in and brought him and Williams' jerseys and shoes.

Two jerseys, a set of game training clothes, and two pairs of sneakers. The sneakers are from Reebok, which is also the official sneaker sponsor of the NBA.

"Is this dress damaged?"

Grabbing the training suit pants, He Zhongqiu found that they were torn.

"It's not broken, this is what competition training uniforms look like. These are called button pants, they are glued on, you can take them off with just a pull, and they are also easy to put on." Xia Song said.

"That's it, haha!"

After he changed into his jersey and sneakers, he put on his training suit. The air conditioning in the locker room was very hot, so he didn't need to wear a coat.

After changing into equipment, there was nothing to do. Some of the others were listening to music, some were playing with their phones, some were spraying perfume, some were chewing gum, and some were doing physical therapy, but he had nothing to do.

"It's so boring! I think we can set up a mahjong table," he said.

"That's a good idea. Wait until you become the leader of this locker room one day and then arrange it." Xia Song said unhappily.

(End of this chapter)