Li Zhen is Such a Kind Person

Li Zhen had no idea that Coach McHaney was staring blankly at the video playback of him, expressing various words of astonishment.

After Li Zhen's interview with the Time Warner reporter, two men in suits approached him and handed him their business cards, claiming to be NBA scouts. However, they were not directly employed by the team and were part of the scouting system, with a status lower than full-time scouts like Kevin George, who could send reports directly to the club's inbox.

After every game, there would be people like them seeking out players who performed well. This was a way of casting a wide net.

What slightly surprised Li Zhen was that the number of scouts around him was much lower than those around Scott. In the NBA scouting system, they placed greater emphasis on physically gifted potential players. They didn't pay as much attention to players who were technically mature and had a clear understanding of the game.

"You played exceptionally well tonight. You suppressed the University of Southern California's backcourt, and that was the key to Stanford's victory," Kevin George approached him and said earnestly, "Bruce, I've decided to send your game video along with my scouting report to the Spurs team. This is a risky move for me, as the club might question my professional competence because of it. So, in the next two games, I hope you continue to strive and perform well. Because there will definitely be eyes from San Antonio watching your games."

Kevin George had a strong liking for this chance encounter with the Chinese guard. Therefore, he was willing to take a risk and give Li Zhen a chance. After all, before tonight, Bruce was a backup point guard openly abandoned by the Stanford team.

Li Zhen nodded vigorously, feeling deeply grateful to Kevin George.

Before today, he had never dared to imagine anything related to the NBA. But now, Kevin George had provided him with a red thread leading to a super-strong NBA team.

His heart was filled with excitement, exhilaration, gratitude, and thankfulness.

"You keep it up. I'm heading to the airport right now. I'll be going to Louisiana to focus on a player named Tyrus Thomas," Kevin George embraced Li Zhen. Even though they had only known each other for less than four hours, they had already formed a deep bond of trust.

Human interaction, indeed, was all about aura.

...

On their way back to the locker room, Li Zhen, Thompson, and Scott, the three victorious heroes, received quite a few notes. Among them, Li Zhen received the most.

And he... as always, crumpled the notes into a ball and tossed them into the trash bin.

In American campuses, athletes were very popular. Many open-minded girls were even proud of having had an affair with a superstar player from their school's team, treating it as a bragging right. This led to a trend of many girls collecting souvenirs.

Li Zhen was raised in a traditional Chinese family, and he wasn't interested in these American values.

He didn't indulge in such habits.

Thompson didn't either, and Scott was just talk.

But everyone knew how powerful his girlfriend on the school's shot put team was. She was capable of throwing Scott, a big man weighing close to two hundred pounds and standing over two meters tall, into a trash bin.

So, that was why the three of them were so close.

"What do you think of our school's cheerleading captain?" Scott suddenly brought up this topic.

"Are you talking about Joanna? She's quite charming. I even think she's the prettiest girl in the cheerleading squad," Thompson took the lead in responding. He was the number one gossipmonger in the Crimson team, "Many players like her, including that nauseating groundhog, Chris Pat."

"She really likes you, you know? She's told me more than once that she hopes to have dinner with you. She says your shyness is like a fierce uppercut that shatters her heart completely," Scott said affectionately. Suddenly, he turned around, and with deep affection, said, "Oh! Dear Bruce, would you be willing to comfort the injured Mexican girl with your body? Just like 18-year-old Kobe Bryant. Believe me, Bruce. Joanna is more captivating and sexier than Vanessa..."

"Get lost!"

Li Zhen shook his head impatiently and continued walking forward.

At this moment, Scott caught up from behind. "Hey, Bruce. Let's not talk about women. Wait up. Let's talk about your performance today. It was truly outstanding. I've never seen a point guard play like you. Honestly, you should be heading to the NBA, not back to Harvard."

"When Coach McHaney comes back, I'm going to have a talk with him. If he doesn't secure a roster spot for you next season, I won't play either."

"Believe me, with my talent and my indispensable position in the tactical system, he absolutely won't dare to ignore my request."

Scott followed behind Li Zhen, speaking solemnly.

Li Zhen stopped in his tracks, deeply moved by Scott's righteous behavior. But he still jokingly said, "You better not do that, Scott. I've heard Coach McHaney plans to recruit two five-star centers from Los Angeles into the team. Aren't you afraid he'll use this opportunity to kick you out?"

Uh...

Scott was instantly stunned, and even felt a little worried. If he got cut by the team, his shot-putting girlfriend definitely wouldn't spare him. She might even treat him like a shot put.

Hahaha.

Li Zhen burst into laughter, very happy. Then, he patted Scott's shoulder.

"Alright, Scott, didn't you realize I was joking? You're our Stoudemire, irreplaceable by anyone. Let's not talk about this anymore. What we need to do next is go back to our home court, defeat the University of Oregon in front of our home fans."

"Yes! I'm going to show off in front of Seanna Williams!"

Scott suddenly burst into a spirited declaration.

As an athlete, he didn't really have much to boast about in front of his girlfriend. After all, his shot-putting girlfriend, Seanna Williams, came from a family deeply entrenched in the world of sports. Her cousins were none other than the dominant force on the tennis court, the Williams sisters. (From this, you can understand Scott's aesthetic taste. What he wanted was solid glutes, not any devilish curves.)

Just as the three of them were about to hurry into the locker room, take a shower, and then rush back to Northern California.

A hasty Caucasian youth with an extravagant camera slung over his shoulder rushed out from the adjacent area, and promptly bumped into Li Zhen, almost falling over.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm in a hurry, I'm in a hurry..." The young man repeated apologetically.

Li Zhen didn't really mind. He steadied the guy and was about to continue on his way to the locker room.

At this moment, the Caucasian youth suddenly grabbed Li Zhen. "Hello, are you a player from Stanford? I'm an intern reporter for the NCAA section of Slam Magazine. I just missed the game due to traffic. Can I interview you? Please, if I can't submit an interview report today, I might get fired."

Uhhhmm...

Okay.

Li Zhen was a kind-hearted person.