MTL - The Rest, Only Noise-Chapter 7 Tremble, movie stars

Thankfully, Louie didn't get into bed with the punk girl this time, they figured it out in the bathroom.

In the end, none of them exchanged names.

Louis gained from her something that locals knew, but out-of-towners would have a hard time figuring out if they weren't practitioners.

He was even more certain that Auerbach was not a man who would make judgments based on skin color and background.

Now, all he has to do is create a suitable meeting opportunity.

The Celtics don't need scouts, but every team needs scouts.

Because there is no highly professional scouting system, the baby boomers are thriving, and Americans with outstanding basketball talents are emerging in an endless stream, some talents are too strong to be hidden, and some pearls are buried deep in the NCAA.

Only good scouts can dig them out.

Not recruiting scouts doesn't mean you don't need scouts.

The Celtics' training hall originally belonged to a Greek-language academy, but the academy closed, but the sports facilities in the academy were complete, so it was acquired by the current owner of the Celtics, Owen Levine, at a low price.

The season is coming to an end, and the draft is about to begin.

The Celtics' evergreen John Havlicek retired last season. This is a loss for the team. If there is anything else that can attract fans to the broken Celtics in recent years, it will never stop. Havlicek.

His retirement represents the end of "Celtics glory".

The Celtics need a savior, they have locked the target, but the team is running up and down, and the number of people entering and leaving the Greek stadium every day is uncountable.

Louis observed for a few days, and he worked three shifts a day.

In the morning as a waiter in the supermarket, you can blow free air conditioners.

In the afternoon, he squatted outside the Greek gymnasium to see if there was a chance to meet insiders.

In the evening, he lingered in bars and nightclubs and was more active in inquiring about news.

Three days passed, and Louis waited for his chance.

When the Celtics' chief scout K.C. Jones was seized and searched by heavily armed police for no apparent reason, he saw some of K.C's documents lying around.

He waited until the police left, and acted as an enthusiastic citizen who stepped forward to help pick up the documents on the ground.

"What the hell!" It seemed he was used to it.

"Boston is undoubtedly a model of American cities. The snipers are armed to the teeth, but they only dare to attack you who have nothing to do. The destruction caused by the parades and protest groups everywhere is enough to bankrupt many families, but they can only Stop the greatest Celtics player of all time for cross-examination." Louie put the document in K.C's hand, and the rainbow fart that came from his mouth made K.C float.

"Thank you, boy!" K.C said embarrassedly, "but I'm not really the greatest Celtic ever."

Louie hadn't seen a K.C. Jones game.

In fact, three days ago, he did not know the person K.C Jones.

In fact, his understanding of K.C had only made a breakthrough a day earlier.

All he knew about K.C was that he was the Celtics' chief scout, and that he was part of that eight-peat Celtics team.

"You are so humble, K.C. I am your fan. Your passion and energy on the court has inspired many people, including me. They shouldn't treat you like this. Those cops are bastards!" Louie said indignantly. .

"I'm not really the greatest..."

"Okay, then I'll be gentle, you're one of the greatest, you must be!"

K.C became more and more embarrassed. He asked Louis's name and remembered him for a short time. But he didn't ask for contact information. After all, it was just a chance encounter, and Louis's help was a piece of cake. If he stood up to enforce justice before the police left, then K.C would definitely ask him about his case after he was rectified on the spot, or after the rectification on the spot. Name and contact...well, he had to tell his family about this kid's heroic deeds and make them forever proud.

If Louie didn't do something about it, he and K.C might have just parted ways.

He couldn't let the opportunity slip away, he had to do something while things were still under control.

Suddenly, K.C heard Louie scream.

He turned to look and saw that Louie had somehow fallen.

"Areyou OK~~?"

"It's just broken skin, it's fine, it doesn't hurt at all..." Shake it Jack Nicholson, his performance in "Flying Over the Cuckoo's Nest" was as weak as an ant in front of Louis, "Although it may be infected, Cause other deadly complications, but I'm still young and should be fine, K.C, leave me alone, you can do your job, I can, really, although I'm starting to get dizzy..."

"Come with me!"

"It won't interfere with your work, will it?"

"You're going to get in the way of my work if you keep chirping like this."

If K.C is going to take him to a small clinic or even more exaggerated - go directly to the hospital dermatology department - Louie will have to continue to contribute performances that make Oscar-winning actors sigh.

Fortunately, K.C didn't know whether it was for the sake of saving trouble or convenience, so he took Louis directly to the Greek gymnasium to find the team doctor.

This is simply a coup for killing two birds with one stone!

Louis noticed that he was taking a big step closer to Auerbach.

The team doctor sterilized Louie's wound, put on a Band-Aid, and gave him a few Band-Aids.

"Remember to change the Band-Aid once a day. If the wound is red, swollen, inflamed or oozing pus, you must seek medical attention in time." The doctor warned.

"Okay, thank you, doctor!" Louie said excitedly.

"My name is Arnie Scheller."

"Thank you, Doctor Scheler!"

K.C took notes carefully outside the infirmary, apparently taking a quick note of the freshmen on the training ground.

Observing players on the spot and observing players on video are two different feelings.

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Louie looked closer, and K.C was observing a white man named Jeff Judkins (SG/SF) who looked unremarkable.

In terms of height, he also looks like a swinger.

However, his shooting is not stable enough, he likes to cut, and his defense is tough, but the white flank is soft and slow.

K.C seems to be able to see his own shadow in him. He is also not very good at shooting, and his scoring relies heavily on empty cuts to attack the basket, but his defense is not so bad.

"I don't think he's the best choice for that position." Louie didn't know where Judkins would be drafted.

K.C smiled: "Young man, don't jump to conclusions about things you don't understand."

"I'm not talking nonsense, I also play basketball, I have some knowledge of the game, and I also make observation notes. If you need to supplement the 2nd or 3rd position, he is not the best choice." Louie knows , K.C took no notice of his statement.

In K.C's eyes, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Louis is an arrogant young man, just like those middle school boys who are roaring to conquer the world.

"Then tell me, who is the best choice?"

"Larry Bird."

"The whole nation knows this."

"Okay, then I have another option." Louie slowly released his bait, "John Lang of Michigan, if you appreciate Jeff, I think you will also appreciate John, his body is stronger, Faster, more aggressive — and most importantly, he can run catch-and-shoot from both wing corners."

Louis was different from just now, and he seemed confident.

K.C doesn't know where his confidence comes from, he's only 18 years old, does he really have scout-level observation skills?

The best position for K.C is not a scout, he doesn't have the nose for a top scout.

But as a player, he started as a defensive player, and he knows that he can't miss all the opportunities that can lead to victory.

I believe that if the one-sided words of an 18-year-old young man are known by the red head, he will inevitably be scolded, but he can't find a better candidate now.

Even he has no confidence in Jeff Judkins.

If then Auerbach stared straight at him with those piercing eyes and asked, "Is this the best choice for us in that position?"

He must not be able to give an affirmative answer with confidence.

"You said you also made observation notes about that John Lang?" K.C asked.

"Yes, he's the player I'm focusing on."

"Do you have this note with you?"

"No, I'm staying at the hotel."

K.C packed up with a smile and said, "It's getting late, I'll take you back to the hotel first."