Godfather of the NBA: Cutting Curry and creating a dynasty

Yang Li's trip back to China was too physical, which also made Yang Li think of retiring.

Yang Li thought to himself, it would be great if there was a system to strengthen his body so that he would not be so tired from playing.

However, it is human beings who are about to be entrusted with great tasks by the heavens. Does it mean that human beings have to work their muscles and bones too?

Can you not eat the food delivered to your door?

Yang Li, the consultant of the national men's basketball team, didn't care about it at all, and didn't ask at all.

In the end Dayao was a little dazed, seeing that the training camp was coming to an end, why didn't Yang Li come to see the men's basketball training.

This is different from what I said at the beginning.

"Hey, Yang Li, what are you doing these days? Didn't you promise to help our national team adjust?"

Dayao simply called Yang Li and urged him to do something serious.

"Brother Li, it's Dayao."

A sweet female voice called out on the other end of the phone.

Dayao was stunned for a moment. Isn't this voice the famous baby voice actress Wan Wanxing?

"Hey, Dayao, what's the matter?" Yang Li answered the phone and asked weakly.

"Did I ask you to come back here to be drunk and dreamy?" Dayao said very speechlessly: "I'm going to London soon, you should come here!"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes." Yang Li patted himself on the head, "Look at me, I'm too busy doing business, forget about this."

"The horse riding you did is serious business?!" Dayao wished he could follow the phone signal and give Yang Li a kick, "Are you coming or not?"

"Dayao, I'm really tired recently..." Yang Li said with a sigh.

He's not pretending, he's really tired.

"Oh, it looks like I can't give away these two VIP tickets for removing the bra in my hand." Dayao said with a sigh.

"Brother, wait for me, let's go!"

Yang Li got up with a groan, put on his clothes and rushed out.

......

When Yang Li, disheveled and haggard, appeared at the gate of the national team training hall, the gatekeeper almost didn't recognize him.

This uncle is also an old fan, and he loves Yang Li, a young and promising young NBA coach.

"Boss Yang, the nightclubs abroad are not enough for you to visit, are they? Why are you still so fond of tossing around after returning to China?" the doorman asked cheerfully.

"Master, you said that." Yang Li smiled embarrassingly, "I am a strict and self-disciplined head coach, otherwise how would I restrain my players?"

"Oh, is that so?" The uncle chuckled, and then took out a domestic basketball newspaper, "Come on, take a look."

Yang Li took the newspaper, it was a photo taken by paparazzi.

In the photo, Yang Li is holding a sexy dancer with one arm, and Harden and Paojiao are not idle, each leading a dancer with a big butt.

"Look, the person on the top is you, right? The one next to it should be Harden, right? Oh, and this one, is this Paul George? Tsk tsk tsk, what you guys did on the other side of the ocean, Who among us doesn't know?"

"Master, you smoke." Yang Li directly took out a pack of Zhonghua, stuffed one into the uncle's mouth, and felt that something was wrong, so he directly stuffed the whole pack of cigarettes into the uncle's hand.

"Master, you remember." Yang Li pulled back one and lit it, "We have been ridden on the heads of foreigners for too many years, now it is our turn to ride on them, we are doing honor to our country!"