It was a pity that they had won all eight games in the preseason and did not receive any rewards.
However, Duke didn't really take it to heart. After all, there was still a long way to go. There were 82 games in the regular season.
The Wizards 'current lineup was not bad. With a strong backfield and a strong front line like Jordan and Leitner, as well as himself, they could be considered a team that was competing for the championship.
The dishes were served very quickly. In a short while, their table was filled with five dishes and a soup.
There were five dishes. Duke only ordered so many dishes because the three of them were big eaters.
As it was their first time trying Chinese food, Oakley and Brown didn't know how to use chopsticks. They studied Duke's use for a long time before finally giving up after ten minutes and switching to a spoon.
The three of them chatted as they ate. In the process, they were full of praise for the Chinese food in their mouths. They had never eaten such wonderful food before.
Duke didn't know if it was true or not, but he ate happily.
However, after eating for a long time, Duke still noticed the silent Bu Lang.
Other than casually praising the delicious food, the other party had been listening to his conversation with Oakley the entire time. His brows were tightly furrowed, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Of course, even if he didn't say it, Duke could guess it.
This person had already begun to feel lost about the future, especially after he had appeared and quickly replaced him. He seemed to have fallen into self-doubt all of a sudden.
He had no one to play with, and after Duke's arrival, he was even more forgotten. Now, he was even worried that he might not even be able to be a substitute in the future.
On the substitutes 'bench, he was under a lot of pressure. Although Brandon Haywood was not as talented as he was, he had a high ball quotient and could understand tactics to a large extent. He could make up for the inner defense of the substitutes' lineup.
Kuame Brown was good at everything, but he was too sensitive, too easily depressed, and liked to doubt himself at every turn.
A few minutes later, Duke, who had eaten his fill, was about to stand up and pay at the cashier when he realized that more and more people had come in. The restaurant was almost full.
The customers who came in looked like they wanted to order their food, but their attention was always on them, or rather, on him.
When they realized that Duke had already noticed them, some of the bold customers simply smiled at him." Du, you've been playing well recently. We have high hopes for you!”
"That's right, Dean. Your performance was great. We liked it very much.”
"Du, the future of our inside line depends on you. You are our hope.”
"Teach Kuo Mei how to play as a center forward.”
The group of people wished they could surround the three of them and talk at once, their expressions very excited.
Du Ke was originally filled with joy when he heard this, but at the mention of Bu Lang, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he looked at Bu Lang.
Perhaps he was already used to it, but Bu Lang acted as if he hadn't heard anything. He didn't say anything and even smiled at a customer's child.
He looked completely detached from the world.
As for whether he was really as calm as he appeared, there was no way to know.
Duke knew that he would not be able to calm down.
As expected, after they left the restaurant and rested for a few hours, Bu Lang went to Duke.
Duke had just invited him in and sat on the sofa when he asked with a pained expression,"Du, what should I do?"
"What should we do?"
Duke asked with a smile.
Bu Lang looked at his puzzled expression and didn't know if it was true or not. He said with a bitter face,"Du, I shouldn't have asked you. However, you know that you're probably the only person I'm close to here.”
"I don't know what to do anymore. I believe that soon, I won't even be qualified to sit on the substitutes 'bench.”
"I clearly like this place so much. I like the moment when I was chosen by the top scorer last year.”
"However, I always feel that I don't fit in here. Everyone hates me and doesn't even want to talk to me.”
"Everyone treats me like a child and always impatiently sends me to the side to play.”
"But how much I want to communicate with them and how much I want to know how to play, but no one is willing to teach me.”
"Now, after your outstanding performance, they are even more unwilling to pay attention to me.”
"What should I do?"
"What should I do to continue fighting here?”
Duke shook his head as he saw the man scratching his head in distress and his eyes bloodshot. He couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
Look, what a good child!
He was almost driven crazy!
He clearly knew and had said that he might not be ready to enter the Alliance. He had even thought of going to university.
However, in order to save his poor family, he resolutely accepted the first pick of the Wizards.
Then, he began to look forward to the future.
This inexperienced child, a rookie who was determined to make a difference, welcomed a hellish start.
But what could he do?
This wasn't his fault. He might not have been prepared to enter such an alliance and enter such a harsh environment.
Such a good child was not suitable for the current geniuses.
Here, this team, from top to bottom, was filled with an impatient, urgent, harsh, and paranoid atmosphere.
It was also an environment with very little room for error.
The entire team was so eager for quick success!
It was not suitable for newcomers to grow, and there was no room for growth.
This was not a place for newbies to survive.
However, no one could change all of this because the cause of this phenomenon was that God, the person with the most halo in the entire Alliance, the most legendary person.
It was because Jordan was desperate to prove himself, eager to prove himself. He could not allow anyone to not keep up with his footsteps, and it was even harder to give him room to make mistakes.
Not to mention Brown, even if James and Durant came, Jordan would use a magnifying glass to find fault with them.
They would also be scolded and unhappy.
It was already not bad that Bu Lang could endure until now.
If you didn't have a strong mentality and a strong basketball IQ, it would be very difficult for you to survive in the Wizards.
Unless he waited for Jordan to leave and for the environment here to improve…
However, before Jordan left, could Duke tell Kuame Brown all this?
No!
He couldn't do it no matter what.
His position was unstable, so how could he help Bu Lang?
Duke thought for a long time and remained silent. When Bu Lang finished complaining, his eyes were filled with hope and anticipation as he waited for Duke's answer, Duke said sincerely,
"Kua Mei!"
"Have you ever thought about what your position is? How do you view your role in the team?”
"What are you best at? What do you look forward to doing the most?"
"How do you want to fight so that you feel comfortable?”
"If you haven't thought about all this, I would suggest that you change your environment.”
"For example, go to other teams that are not that strong and do not require results. That kind of environment is suitable for you. There is space and time for you to grow.”
(Why is it so serious? He originally wanted to write two chapters of the transition plot, but after thinking for a whole day, he finally thought of using this as an entry point to write about his teammates. It was too difficult! The more comments, the better!
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