"how many people"
Zhou Quan stood up and asked as he walked towards the door.
"It's just him." The staff member said quickly.
Zhou Quan nodded and walked out of the locker room.
Behind is a string of Pistons players, with Darnell Walker standing at the front, followed by the Smiling Assassin and John Salley.
As soon as they went out, the postman came over.
"Iron Fist."
A deep roar sounded, and the stern-faced postman broke through the dim lights and appeared in front of Zhou Quan.
"Postman." He called back.
The postman stared at Zhou Quan hard, clenched his teeth, then looked at the others and said, "Follow me." After that, he turned around and left.
"You stay here."
Zhou Quan made an explanation and followed.
"Do you think the postman is going to challenge Iron Fist? Then he will lose, and Iron Fist will kill him." Rodman asked excitedly.
"If he wanted to fight one on one, why would he avoid us?" Joe Dumas asked.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to beat him and I'll be embarrassed." Darnell Walker said.
"Ha ha……"
Everyone laughed.
When he came to a secluded corner, the postman stopped, turned around and stared at Zhou Quan fiercely, and uttered a sentence through his teeth: "Let's have a boxing match."
"You choose the time, I choose the place." Zhou Quan said with a smile.
"Before next season starts."
The postman had already considered it and said immediately.
"OK."
Zhou Quan nodded, thought for a while and said: "Boxing matches are definitely not allowed by the league and the team. This matter must be kept secret and no one can know about it. In addition, I will find a boxing gym in Los Angeles, where we will It’s a showdown.”
The postman immediately shook his head and said: "No, I will defeat you publicly and wash away the shame."
Zhou Quan scolded: "You idiot, do you want to be banned from the league?"
The postman said coldly: "I don't care, are you scared?"
"Afraid? Even if I don't play basketball anymore, I have plenty of options. Let me know the time in advance and ask your agent to contact my agent."
Zhou Quan laughed angrily, turned around and left without saying a word.
"Wait and see!"
The postman's bloody eyes stared at Zhou Quan's back for more than ten seconds before turning around and leaving.
"Iron Fist, what does the postman want with you?"
As soon as Zhou Quan returned to the locker room, everyone immediately started asking questions.
"He wants to be beaten by me again and have a public boxing match with me before the new season starts," he said with a smile.
"What?"
Chuck Daly's voice sounded and his figure appeared at the door.
"How is this okay? Iron Fist, neither the league nor the team will allow it. Don't mess around." McCloskey's voice sounded, appearing behind Daley.
"It's impossible for me to refuse his challenge. That's the act of a coward." Zhou Quan turned around and said.
Daley and McCloskey walked in, and the latter said helplessly: "Iron Fist, you have been poisoned by the spirit of chivalry."
Daley asked: "Iron Fist, the postman plans to have a fight with you before the start of the new season? If I guess correctly, he is planning to use the offseason for boxing training. Have you considered this?"
Zhou Quan nodded and said: "There is no problem at all. With his big muscles, even though he has great bench press strength, he can't do much damage at all. His boxing speed is also very slow, and his body has no coordination. During the offseason, he At most, practicing boxing can't change his physical fitness. With my current strength, I can easily deal with him."
Daley and McCloskey looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.
However, last time Zhou Quan knocked out the postman with one punch, so they were still confident in Iron Fist's ability, so they weren't too worried.
McCloskey said: "If this matter gets out, the league will definitely stop you. What awaits you may be a suspension."
Zhou Quan nodded and said: "I know this. If the alliance can stop the postman, that would be the best. I have no interest in violent sports."
"Haha..." Everyone laughed.
Daly and McCloskey also smiled helplessly.
They wanted to forcefully stop the boxing match between Zhou Quan and the postman, but they were afraid that it would backfire and worsen the relationship, so they had to leave it to Zhou Quan.
In the evening, at 8:15, the visiting team came out, and Zhou Quan ushered in a hellish away game.
"Shh!"
When he first came on the court, the entire Delta Center Arena was like an erupting volcano, trying to burn him down. The rumbling boos gathered like rolling thunder and lasted for a long time.
Zhou Quan looked around and saw countless red faces. On each face, there was a pair of eyes as sharp as knives, wanting to pierce him with their gaze.
The postman stood in front of the home team's bench, staring fiercely at Zhou Quan without saying a word.
Two hours later, in the absence of Postman, the Pistons took away a victory from here, achieving their 13th win and their longest five-game winning streak of the season.
Zhou Quan's shots reached the highest level, making 8 of 19 shots, a hit rate of 42%, and 4 of 6 free throws. He once again scored 20+ and sent 10 assists. He hit 20+10 for the second time.
He feels that after one and a half months of training, his shots have become more stable, and his offensive efficiency has increased by two or three percentage points compared to when he first entered the league.
However, his technical level in the system has not improved. After thinking about it, it should be that his skills are still the same. What has improved is experience, and he is just bringing out his original technical strength.
On the 15th, the team returned to Detroit.
After getting up in the morning, he went to the private training ground. After the activity, he conducted a new round of emergency stop jump shooting training.
He did another two hours of strength training in the afternoon. During the break, trainer Swelton weighed him and found that he was 200 grams lighter.
He quickly opened the system and took a look. The tonnage had not changed, still 95 kilograms, and other information had not changed.
Next, the Pistons caught up and won two consecutive games at home, a total of seven consecutive victories, 15 wins and 11 losses, with a winning rate of 57.7%.
At noon on the 19th, the league announced the rookie rankings for the third week of this month. Zhou Quan was still in third place, second only to Mutombo and Larry Johnson.
He participated in a total of 21 games this season, averaging 35.3 minutes per game, 5.46 of 13 shots, 42% field goal percentage, 5.8 free throws and 5.2 free throws, 90% field goal percentage. He averaged 16.1 points, 5.2 rebounds, 8.1 assists, 2.1 steals, 0.6 blocks, and 2.9 turnovers per game. 2.5 fouls.
The Pistons have trained him a lot. In terms of number of shots, he took the second most shots among all rookies, with Larry Johnson first, with 15.3.
But he is a power forward with a shooting percentage of over 50%. In terms of efficiency and statistics, he is far ahead of him.
Fortunately, there is still time to catch up later, and his data and efficiency should slowly catch up.
At 7 o'clock in the morning on the 20th, the Lakers, who had just lost to the Timberwolves, arrived in Detroit. They will challenge the Pistons back to back tonight.
From the Western away game to the Eastern away game, the Lakers' physical fitness will be greatly tested.
After losing Magic, this Lakers team is dominated by All-Star James Worthy. The current record is not bad, 16 wins and 8 losses, and 5 wins and 2 losses in the last seven games. They have climbed from eighth to fourth in the Western Conference.
General manager Jerry West was with the team and the players were sleeping on the plane. He was not in the mood to sleep. After getting off the plane, he was not in good spirits.
When he arrived at the hotel, he was still not in the mood to sleep. He held two statistical tables in his hand and compared them from time to time.
These two pieces of paper have been in his hands all night, and he has compared them countless times. It can be seen that his obsession is very heavy and he cannot let go at all.
