The new season is about to begin.

Every team is busy carrying out transactions and forming the lineup they think is the most promising.

But there was one transaction that completely detonated the trading market.

The Houston Rockets traded 38-year-old Hakeem Olajuwon to the Toronto Raptors in a sign-and-trade deal in exchange for a 2002 first-round pick and a second-round pick.

The man nicknamed "Big Dream" played for Houston for 17 years and led the team to two NBA championships.

According to media reports, the Rockets offered Olajuwon a three-year, $13 million pension contract, which is considered very sincere.

If Olajuwon accepts it, the beautiful talk of "one man, one city" will be achieved.

However, Dameng unexpectedly rejected the Rockets' offer and instead reached a three-year, $16.7 million contract with the Raptors.

Agent Dan Fagan attended the press conference on behalf of Olajuwon. He said that Dream 100% hopes that he will be a Rocket forever, but he feels that it is time to hand the torch to the next generation of the Rockets.

Lian Po is old, can he still make a living?

Although the attack is insufficient, there is enough meat to put it under the basket without any problem.

At this time, the Raptors also had many stars such as Vince Carter, Antonio Davis, Erwin Williams and Jeromy Williams, and their strength cannot be underestimated.

In the Eastern Conference semifinals last season, the Raptors unfortunately lost 3-4 to the Philadelphia 76ers and missed the Eastern Conference finals.

In the new season, they will be strong contenders for the Eastern Conference championship!

...

"Mom, what's going on today? I'm sitting on the sofa constantly scrolling through my phone without moving." Shen Qing asked Sister Hua who was sitting next to her while trimming her toenails.

"Yes, today's performance is a bit abnormal." Sister Hua, who was licking melon seeds, also agreed with her daughter's view.

"Today is Tuesday, Costco has a sale, let's go shopping in the supermarket."

"Okay, I'm just going to buy some steak."

...

late at night.

The bell rang at 0:00 in the morning.

Shen Tong let out a sigh of relief.

Parallel time and space.

It's really different.

...

In accordance with the notification requirements of the New Jersey Nets, STO came to the Continental Airlines Arena on time to report.

"Who are you looking for?"

At the entrance of the center, a uniformed security guard stopped Shentong.

STO quickly took out the report notice.

And a bear cookie.

Then he walked into the door of the Continental Arena without any hindrance.

...

In the arena, many people are warming up on the court.

"Hey, brother!"

Familiar faces.

High five.

Embrace.

"Damn it, I still can't escape your clutches." Shen Tong smiled and punched Jefferson.

"We are destined to be a couple, no one can separate us." Jefferson also smiled and sent a slap to the head.

The interaction between the two shocked some people who did not know the truth.

Corey "Ky" Dells: "What's going on with those two rookies?"

Jason-"Kid": "It seems that we feel sympathy for each other and can't help ourselves."

"Keith" Van Horn: "Damn it, I got a head start."

Kidd: "..."

Kidders: "..."

...

"Hey, Shentong, you're here!"

Scott suddenly appeared out of nowhere and greeted Shentong from a distance.

"Yes, Byron, I'm here to report."

shake hands.

Scott scratched his forehead, looked around, and said to a staff member wearing training clothes not far away: "Hey, Derek, there is a new guy here, why don't you show him around first?"

Arena, familiar with the environment.”

The guy whose name was called by Scott came to the two of them, stretched out his hand to Shentong, and said: "Derek Allen, welcome to the team."

This guy named Allen has really strong hands.

"STO."

"Come on, Shen, let me show you the arena. This is the only way for every rookie."

Allen smiled and looked at Kidd.

"Of course, the new elderly people also count."

"Hey, Derek, go about your business." Kidd said angrily.

...

Gym.

"Bang"

"Bang"

The sound of the equipment being used echoed in the room.

Two big men are working out their muscles in the gym.

Shentong knew one of them.

Kenyon Martin.

"Hey, recruit, welcome." Martin greeted Shentong while holding up the barbell.

"Hello, Kenyon."

Shentong, who was passing by, took a look at the weight of the barbell and was shocked.

Not far away, there is another player doing weight-bearing squats.

What a burly figure!

The muscle rods on his arms look even bigger than Martin's.

"Alon, someone new is here."

The muscular man who was exercising paused slightly and nodded to Shentong.

Then it went up and down again "whooshing".

"This is Aaron Williams, the guy with the strongest strength on our team. Even though he is only 2.06 meters tall, he doesn't suffer at all from playing center." Allen said with a smile.

Powerful short center, the most representative player, Ben Wallace.

It seems that the Williams and Wallace in front of me are taking the same route.

After walking out of the gym, Allen whispered to Shentong: "But actually I don't recommend you to train like Williams. Excessive muscle training will make the body too tight and affect the body's flexibility and ball feel. For a shooter like you

It’s not suitable for sports players.”

...

After the gym, Allen took Shentong to familiarize himself with the facilities in the arena one by one.

Restaurant, bathroom, medical room, lounge, playroom, bathroom...

Finally, the locker room.

"Shen, pick one." Allen said, pointing to an empty closet.

Shen Tong glanced around.

The closet on the left is almost full, and the closet on the right is still quite empty.

Jason Kidd's wardrobe is located in the middle on the left.

A perfect C position.

Kenyon Martin and Keith Van Horn have separate wardrobes.

It seems that the left side is where the main players and veterans are.

Shen Tong looked to the right.

One of the wardrobes is very conspicuous.

Matching socks.

A shameful and dusty T-shirt.

The separated CD case.

There is also half a pack of open biscuits.

Shentong pointed to the adjacent empty wardrobe and said, "That's it."

"Okay, I'll find someone to put your name tag on it later. Seriously, it's time to tidy up Richard's cabinet."

Shen Tong smiled and put down his backpack.

tidy?

It is impossible to clean up.

At least during his college years, this is how Jefferson came to be.

"Okay, Shen, that's about it. I'm going out first. I'll change into my uniforms and come out for training later."

"Wait, Derek."

Shentong looked curiously at the wardrobe on his left, which was in sharp contrast to Jefferson's wardrobe on the right.

Several coats were hung neatly on hooks.

There are several pieces of training clothes neatly stacked in the small compartment above the head.

Everything is in order.

"Whose wardrobe is this?"

Allen took a look.

"It should be Brian, Brian Scalabrine, a big guy who just came to report before you and didn't have time to put up his name tag."

"All right."

After Allen left, Shentong took off his jacket and put on training clothes to prepare for the first day of team training.

...

A few days ago.

"Bernard, according to the roster I have, we have less than 15 people who can participate in the preseason. I'm afraid we won't be able to make up the lineup for the new season." Byron Scott complained to General Manager King.

.

"Let's find some more players. I think the 'Victory Cigar' is good."
Chapter completed!