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Countdown to the preseason, the last day.

Tick, tick, tick, the second and hour hands seem to move faster and faster, and the sense of urgency gradually becomes clearer. Yesterday, Lu Ke completed the signing and officially became a member of the 49ers in San Francisco; tomorrow, the preseason will officially begin, which also means that the curtain of the new season is not far away.

Everything happened too fast, "World News" has not even had time to publish Lin Shuyuan's interview, Lu Ke has not even tasted the professional team's life rhythm, the new season is close at hand.

The preseason is imminent. For Lu Ke, the hourglass of time is more urgent. Lu Ke needs many more things to complete. Other than that, it is just a tactical manual. This is the top priority. Lu Ke can get the tactical manual. In just one night, not to mention understanding and application, even the task of rough reading has not been completed.

No one will help Lu Ke, and no one can spare time to help Lu Ke. Even Logan, Marcus, Alton, and others are the same, and they are powerless; Lu Ke can only be angry and strong, which is the only way.

At five o'clock in the morning, the sky had just broken dawn, and Lu Ke had already gotten up and started a whole new day.

Before half past five, I drove to the training base and took the lead in simple warm-up exercises and basic training.

At six o'clock, after simply having breakfast, it took an hour to continue to browse the tactical manual, which will last night's homework last night.

At seven o'clock, Lu Ke was again engaged in training, first half an hour of yoga, then pass training and foot training.

Around 8:05 and 8:10, the rookies of the team began to arrive at the training base one after another, only to find that someone arrived earlier than them, and began a day of training, sweating; another In a little while, most of the senior players have already arrived on the scene, and he is ready to start training.

For those old fritters on the field, even in the regular season, there is not much tension on the day before the game day, and more is mainly relaxation; not to mention just the insignificant preseason?

In their eyes, Lu Ke is more like a laughing stock: either a stupid bird flies first, or a show off, not worth mentioning at all.

In the line of sight, Lu Ke completed his daily training methodically and looked at his watch. The hour hand was already pointing at 8.25. This is the end of Lu Ke's first training in the morning. He returned to the locker room, prepared to take a shower, then changed his clothes, and then joined the team's daily training.

Entering the dressing room, there is noisy discussion, talking about life, there is no end to the ear, the whole space is full of vitality. On the table on the left hand side, a lot of brand-new helmets were neatly placed, rubbing light, dark gold background, bright red stripes, contrast, but perfect and harmonious, easily attracting everyone's attention.

The San Francisco 49ers home jerseys are red shirts and gold sweatpants. The atmosphere is magnificent and luxurious. It is undoubtedly one of the most beautiful jerseys designed and matched in the entire league. Every time the home game, the candlestick park will turn into a piece of red and merge into the vast ocean of gold, which is spectacular and can be called a spectacle.

At this time, the senior players gathered around the table and chattered, Lu Ke did not step forward to join in the fun. Although he was very curious about these helmets, he had n’t seen them when he came to the locker room in the morning, and apparently he had just put them over; but now there is not enough time. If he does not want to be late for formal training, he must speed up.

So, Lu Ke strongly suppressed curiosity, quickly walked into the shower room, simply took a combat shower, and then came out to replace a dry new jersey, but then, Lu Ke could not find his helmet.

When arriving at the dressing room this morning, Lu Ke saw the helmet in his closet. This is the first time since college that he has seen his name on a helmet and jersey. "14, LU", although it is not the eleventh in the dream, but it is still a milestone progress. Freshness and pride make Lu Ke love the jersey and helmet.

However, in the previous independent training, there was no confrontation part, so Lu Ke did not wear a helmet, just wearing sports clothes for training. But now, the helmet is gone.

"Logan, have you seen my helmet?" Lu Ke looked around and asked in a loud voice.

Logan was tying his shoelaces and raised his head, his face full of doubts, "What? Did you wear a helmet when you trained in the morning?" He was already accustomed to Lu Ke's hard work and desperation.

Lu Ke shrugged. "No, I left the helmet in place." Later, Lu Ke began to wrap around in the dressing room, looking for his helmet around. When he saw the free helmet, he asked other players. , "Is that your helmet?" But there is no helmet of size 14.

After two laps, Lu Ke still did not find his helmet, and the players have started to leave the locker room one after another, and the training time of nine o'clock has entered the countdown.

"Bambi, need help?" Marcus walked over and patted Lu Ke's shoulder.

"No, you go out first, I'll be here immediately." Lu Ke gestured towards Marcus and Logan. At the far end of the line, Al Dong also saw the questioning line of sight. Lu Ke gestured an "OK" Gesture, beckoning him to rest assured, and then looking for his helmet again.

After a turn, the senior players gradually left. Lu Ke came to the table where the helmet was placed, and a black player was busy beside him.

After training together yesterday, Lu Ke knew him. He is running back Kendall Hunter, and he is also a freshman. "Hey, Kendall, what is going on with these helmets?"

Lu Ke wondered if his helmet was mixed here and the equipment administrator had misplaced it; or, could he borrow a helmet from here to temporarily cope with this morning's training.

Kendall raised his head, "These helmets are souvenirs, you know, for charity."

Every year, the teams will carry out charity activities, they will prepare a variety of souvenirs, including jerseys, helmets, rugby and other things, or scarfs, photos and other items, the players signed After that, donate to charitable organizations to start charity activities.

Not only professional teams, college leagues have similar activities.

"You haven't signed it yet? Hurry up and sign." Kendall suddenly remembered that since Lu Ke had raised a question, he must have not signed it, and then took the carbon pen next to him and handed it over.

Lu Ke recalled the grandeur around the senior players just now, and the reason was explained-of course, they were not excited by the new helmet. "Do first-year students also have to sign?"

"That is of course, every member of the team must sign." Kendall laughed huh, "They said that they must sign this morning, and they will be shipped away at noon." Kendall also gestured to him. My helmet has just completed the signature.

So, Lu Ke took over the carbon pen, found the helmet No. 14, then quickly signed his name in the blank space and put the helmet down again, "Did you see the extra helmet? I can't find it Own helmet. "

"Did you find it on the court? Could it be that other players didn't pay attention to the number and got it wrong?" Kendall raised a possibility.

Lu Ke looked around and nodded helplessly, this is a possibility; not to mention, the training time is about to come, he must first rush out to report, sigh, Lu Ke and Kendall left the locker room together, Run to the court.

On the court, the coaches have arrived one after another, gathered together in twos and threes, talking in a low voice.

Logan saw Lu Ke's figure and asked with his mouth, "What about your helmet?"

Lu Ke spread his hands and smiled bitterly. He knew that it was possible that the player actually took the wrong helmet; but more likely, this should be a prank. However, he was helpless at this time, only to shake his head, first entered the team, and stood with the offensive teammates.

"Meet!" Jim Hubble took the folder and walked straight ahead, shouting loudly that all the players began to line up in an orderly manner, and then Jim began to mobilize training and explained today's training plan.

Lu Ke used his eyes to look around, holding his last glimmer of hope, looking for his helmet, but the bubble of hope was soon pierced, "Lu Ke?" Outside of the team, a cry came out, Interrupted Jim's instruction.

All of a sudden, all the eyes of the audience were projected. The coming person was an equipment manager with a helmet in his hand. "Lu Ke? This is your helmet."

On the new, bright helmet, the signature of the black carbon pen is so conspicuous: Lu Ke. Almost everyone can see it.

Brushing brush, all eyes are focused on Lu Ke, sharp and spicy, joking and mocking. At this moment, Lu Ke couldn't wait to find a ground seam to drill in, and then Pares's ridicule came over, "Lu Ke, it seems that you have found the most loyal fan in the world-yourself."

With a "boom", everyone laughed.

Lu Ke opened his mouth and tried to argue, but Jim cut off the possibility, "Lu Ke, come and get your helmet. Don't be like a clown, and get the favor."

Lu Ke clenched his fists with both hands, and he knew that no matter what he said at this time, it was a disgrace. Therefore, the best option is to close your mouth and quickly end the farce.

Logan and Marcus cast a worried look, Lu Ke shook his head, indicating that he was okay, and then quickly walked out of the queue, took the helmet from the equipment manager, he also explained with a serious heart, "Souvenirs and formal equipment are There is a difference, pay attention next time. In addition, your souvenir has not been signed yet. Remember to come to the dressing room and complete the signature. "

Shame, real shame.

Lu Ke bit his gums fiercely. "Okay, I know." After taking over his helmet, the signature on it was so dazzling, reminding him of his embarrassment and embarrassment every moment.

I secretly told myself that the small movements under the court did not matter. The one who really decided the victory or defeat was the performance of the court after all. The one who laughed to the end was the one who laughed best. It is not known who deer died.

He made a note of this today.