The other Wei Xia couldn't guarantee that the massage skills were excellent for the two Vietnamese aunties.

Wei Qiu finally told Wei Xia the truth. In that half an hour of paradise, Wei Qiu completely forgot Lala Dabi.

The following is the conversation between him and his brother when he ascended to the Pure Land.

"Philly, do you remember Lala?"

"Is Lala's lace edge?"

"Yes, how could there be such a weird name?"

"It sounds familiar. Is she a good person?"

"God knows."

After the massage, Wei Xiaduo gave the two aunts a 10% tip.

Wei Xia relaxed her muscles and the process of falling asleep was particularly smooth.

Old time

He thought the old times would make him skip the important days he was obviously looking forward to, but this time it didn't.

At this time, John Haflicke was in New York on March 26, 1962.

The 1962 NBA Draft will be held today.

After the end of last season, the Chicago Packers changed their name to Chicago Westwinds, while the Philadelphia Warriors moved home to San Francisco to become the San Francisco Warriors. The No. 1 pick in the 1962 draft was in the hands of the Westwinds.

Although racial discrimination is prevalent at the moment, businessmen are snobbish after all. Bill Russell's success in Boston has made other teams want to improve the team's competitiveness by choosing a 6-foot-9-inch black center.

The West Winds therefore chose Bill McGill, the "Hill" of the University of Utah. The reason why this person's nickname is Xiaoshan instead of Dashan is directly related to his figure. Judging from his later development, he was not worthy of the No. 1 pick, just like the passerby in the second place. But he was the first player to frequently use turning jump hooks to score in the professional arena in record. Due to years of knee injuries, his performance has always been just average and failed to go further.

Then we skip a series of names that are not worth exploring—Dugue Haugh, Zemore Betty, Ryan Chaple, Vinn Heito, Leroy Ellis, and then Weisha heard Haflicek's name and he stood up.

The 1960s talent show was far less ritual than the ritual sense of his era.

There is no top talent this year, and the team is just a routine. Weisha met Red Auerbach. His sharp eyes stared at him for a long time before reaching out and saying, "Welcome to join, kid."

Wei Xia responded: "Thank you, this is my honor."

Weisha followed Auerbach away from the draft and ate nearby.

Auerbach asked many questions, but if Wei Xia himself asked him to answer, he would not be able to figure out the answer. At this time, he was Haflicecke. When he heard Auerbach's words, the answer naturally appeared in his heart. Wei Xia just spoke Haflicecke's voice.

Before this draft began, there was a voice that Boston locally hoped that Auerbach would choose local white players to attract fans to buy tickets. As long as he was familiar with Auerbach's habits, he understood that he had no interest in selecting his hometown stars to win the box office. At the same time, he also liked to choose the No. 2 star in first-class university teams. In addition to his strength, his qualities in the spotlight are more helpful to accept substitutes and are more helpful to integrating with the Celtics who have already had many meritorious veterans.

"You will come to the team for training in a while. Everyone wants to see you. Then there is no need to be restrained. They are not human-eating beasts." Auerbach's voice seemed to be filled with sand. "If Sam or K.c wanted to give you a little color, just throw them away. Those two guys would definitely not catch up with you."

Wei Xia nodded constantly.

Through Havlicek's impression of the Celtics and combined with the news that his grandfather had instilled since childhood, Weisha would never have a good impression of the Celtics.

This team itself is fine, and the fans here have problems in this city.

For example, today in 1962, the Celtics won five championships in six years, and the great eight-game winning streak has been completed by half at this time, but the attendance rate of the old Boston Garden is pitifully low, because the honor to the city is full of disgusting niggers.

If someone throws this into the face of Celtic fans, they will only tell you that they prefer elegant hockey compared to Nigga's sports.

Wei Xia also combined the grand occasion of Haflicecke's retirement battle, and he believed that racial discrimination was deeply rooted in Boston.

When Bill Russell was there, they didn't like the nigger sports, and when Haflicecke retired, they delayed the opening time by eight minutes with the warmest cheers.

Why? They suddenly fell in love with the nigger sports?

To put it directly: the core player leading the Celtics is no longer the nigger led by Bill Russell. Instead, the two white superstars, Havlicek and Dave Coins.

Similarly, the fact that the demon birds were able to work together to save the NBA in the 1980s also had the most direct relationship with Bird, who was the leader of the Green Kai team, who was completely white.

Rodman said that if Bird's skin turned dark, it would be a common person. However, it was Bird's whiteness that allowed the league to use the endless media power to carry the legacy of racial discrimination in the 1960s and 1970s to completely create a black and white confrontation on the field. Not only Los Angeles people support the Lakers, but also black people across the United States. Not only Boston people support the Celtics, but also white people across the United States.

If Bird were black, what would the 1980s be like?

The more Wei Xia thought about it, the more he was worthy of the older generation of Celtic players and fans. These idiots were not worthy of so many good players.

"Sir, can I ask you a question?" Wei Xia asked.

"You can ask any question." Auerbach's speech was just one lit cigar, which was the most classic bishop image in the hearts of the fans.

Wei Xia tried to change history again: "Can you find a shooting coach? My shooting is not very good..."

"Shot coach?"

Auerbach's tone was like a Chinese living in 2020 calling strange women a lady on the street, just like a white American in 2020 shouting "Nigo" in the black community, just like Chuan Jianguo posted a shocking move on Twitter, "Honey and feminist shit are killed by me."

The Bishop simply suspected that the young man in front of him was so funny: "If you still need a coach to shoot? Give you a field and a ball, you can shoot whatever you want, and what coach you need? Child, you are so humorous!"

Havlicek's sudden restless heart made Wei Xia suspect that this was the first time he was praised for his humor.

With Haflicek's understanding, if he had a shooting expert guide, he could have practiced shooting earlier. If Haflicek had practiced shooting, he would naturally benefit in reality. He just didn't know how much history would be changed. Will Haflicek give up the chief throne of the iron-smashing list?

The bishop's incomprehension was expected.

Wei Xia reminded himself that he is in an era where he is developing a player, developing tactics, training, and arranging temporary jobs for players during the offseason, eating, drinking, urinating, and pks on the court with the referee, spraying trash talks for players (the overall situation has been smoking cigars regularly)... Everything is within the scope of the head coach's responsibilities.

"No, sir..."

"It's time to call the coach, kid."

"Coach..." Wei Xia explained seriously, "If I practice shooting alone, as long as I work hard and persist, I will succeed. I believe that hard work will pay off."

"Then what else do you have?"

"But if a shooting master teaches me to shoot, I will save a lot of time, what do you think?" Wei Xia made his suggestion respectfully.

Hope history changes!

As for whether the Celtics' championship will increase, he will ignore it.

After pondering, the bishop said: "Child, I've watched your game. Your athletic talent is the top in the league. To be honest, shooting is a technique worth practicing for you, but it's not worth it to be so serious..."

Wei Xia almost cried. Is it so difficult to convince the old man from the old era?

He was nervous, excited, worried that things would not work, and worried that when his mouth was worn out, everything would not change when he came to the old time again tomorrow.

Under the influence of various emotions, Weisha gave Auerbach the most extreme acting skills in his life, comparable to Marlon Brando's "The Godfather" opening: "I want to make progress too much, coach."

Even if he stuffed a cigar into Bob Pettit's butt, Auerbach never expected that Haflicek, who had been observing for several years, would be so motivated.

This is not a bad thing.

"Will this be it, I will let the best jumpers and board shoters in the league be your shooting mentors, right?" The Bishop looked like he was moved by Wei Xia.

“thank    you!”

Wei Xia stood up excitedly: "Thank    you!"

“thank    you!”

He said it about 3q about ten times, and the bishop's scalp was about to crack: "How come you fucking say the British? Aren't your family immigrants in Czechoslovakia?"

"Sau Rui, I'm so excited. My dream since I was a child is to have a shooting coach!"

When Wei Xia said this according to his temperament, Havlicek actually asked himself: When did I have such a dream?

You just have it! Wei Xia said in his heart.

At that moment, Wei Xia's consciousness rose to the sky, as if it was a punishment for breaking the rules. He thought he was going to return to the real world, but as a result, he was actually taken to the pure black world.

He thought that the way to enter the pure black world was to fall asleep in the old days, and what happened at this time was telling him that things were not that simple.

The most amazing thing is that the world he calls "pure black" is no longer dark.

The light shone around which should have been pitch black, and then countless pictures similar to small TV screens appeared, with competition clips flashing in them. From this end to the other end, there may be hundreds of light curtains with clips and some apertures of some unknown objects.

“It’s…”

Wei Xia stood there in a daze, not knowing how to digest what he saw.
Chapter completed!