The first day of training was closed to the public.
However, quite a few people were still gathered on the sidelines.
It was Song Jun and his group, along with Gong Luming and other basketball coaches who were studying at the training base.
An internal NBA team training scrimmage—this was a rare sight.
"Brother Song, will we get a chance to ask for autographs later?" Zheng Zhun asked, turning his head to Song Jun.
After more than half a year, Song Jun was still the leader of the pack.
"Pathetic."
Song Jun shot Zheng Zhun an annoyed glare and said, "What do you want autographs for? Can you eat them? Can you drink them? Who are we? We're future players for the Chinese Men's Basketball Team. They are our opponents, our enemies. Asking for an enemy's autograph—are you trying to be a traitor?"
Zheng Zhun's face fell, and he didn't dare say another word.
Sun Zhiying, still Song Jun's most loyal follower, watched for a moment before asking, "Bro, do you think we can beat them?"
