Henson barely slept all night. Holiday spent all his energy and effort on the scouting report. For Percy to be able to find fault with him, Henson had to do it all.

He used his clever mind to list a lot of data, including high-level data such as efficiency value, points per round and points conceded, and Henson relied on the good mathematical foundation of his "predecessor" to calculate clearly and convincingly in the report.

Of course, Henson isn't just fiddling with numbers these days. The biggest difference between him and the previous one is that he has been able to combine math and basketball together.

Looking at a very complete scouting report, a tired Henson couldn't help but smile on his face. He looked at the sky, which was gradually becoming brighter, as if he also saw his own gradually brightening future. It's time to go, too, and if he misses the plane, he'll probably become a cleaner for the Pacers when he returns, if not fired.

Packing all his belongings—a briefcase—Henson left the room. When he walked to the front desk of the small hotel, the innkeeper was sleeping with his legs on the front desk. On the counter, there is a rifle that looks a little old. In places like Long Beach, weapons for self-defense are indispensable.

"209, check out!" Henson knocked the counter, and the boss opened his eyes in disgust, the Chinese who seemed to interrupt his dream of making a fortune.

"Check out so early, in a hurry to avoid debts?"

"No, it's work."

"Work? Let me guess, you're not going to be an FBI agent. The boss sarcastically replied that Henson's cheap suit and handbag made it seem that his job could not be "noble".

"No, I'm a scout for the Indiana Pacers and came to UCLA yesterday looking for talent!" Henson had expected the innkeeper to look at him with admiration and deliberately show off his identity, but he was completely wrong.

"Scouts? Or the Indiana Pacers!? God testifies that even their cleaners are more decent than you. Okay, you can go, hopefully tonight Larry. Bird will treat you to dinner, hahahaha. Also scouting, the current people ...... "The innkeeper went back to sleep after taking care of everything, not paying any attention to Henson. In a place like Long Beach, where everyone can blow through the cowhide, it's not surprising that you just meet the "Secretary of Defense".

Henson shook his head and left silently. Now I may be the worst scout in the NBA! Even the owner of a broken hotel looks down on himself!

But Henson didn't get frustrated for long, believing that this honest scouting report would change everything.

Rushing to the airport and picking up his ticket, Henson thought he could leave the disappointing "City of Angels" and head for the "big cornfield" of Indianapolis.

However, after the ticket was taken out, Henson was confused. The ticket he had in his hand was not a direct trip to Indianapolis, but to Chicago! After arriving in Chicago, Henson has to transfer to Indian, press polis!

Originally, it only took four or five hours to fly directly from Los Angeles to Indianapolis. Henson has already calculated it, and when he arrives at the place, he will go home and sleep first, and recuperate his spirits. In the afternoon, I wake up and clean up, have dinner, and finally hand over the scouting report to the coaching staff and start the explanation.

Now, the plans are all out of order. It only takes four or five hours to fly non-stop from Los Angeles to Indianapolis. But if you make a layover in Chicago and then fly to Indianapolis, it will take eight or nine hours in an instant!

It seems that after Henson hung up the phone last night, the humiliated Posey was very "considerate" to help Henson re-book, extending the poor scout's flight by nearly doubling from time to time.

Often, people only know that players on NBA teams are at odds with their players, and players are at odds with their coaches. But it's also quite scary for a coach and a scout to have a conflict. And such contradictions are not uncommon in the NBA league, and the deceit behind it is often as exciting as the game on the court.

In order to force Henson to give way, Percy, the bastard, really did everything.

Stopping through Chicago meant that it was already four or five o'clock in the afternoon when Henson arrived in Indianapolis. He couldn't rest, and he couldn't have a good dinner. Instead, as soon as you get off the plane, you have to rush to the Pacers' home stadium, Consec Arena.

Henson can certainly explain if he's late, but for a scout who already has a terrible reputation, Henson's argument can pale in comparison.

While waiting for the transfer at the airport, Henson did not have time to rest at all, but revised the report over and over again, checked for gaps, organized the language by the way, and prepared for the evening.

Finally boarded the plane, and Henson didn't sleep well. The long flight tested his physicality and perseverance, and of course, exhaustion was written heavily on Henson's face, making him look less capable of scouting.

At 5:15 p.m., Henson's flight finally landed. Thankfully, this time he was sure he was indeed on Indianapolis soil!

After getting out of the airport, Henson immediately hailed a taxi. But he was embarrassed to find that he might not have enough cash to pay for the fare.

Due to a very hurry, Henson also forgot to withdraw money at the airport just now. He really admired his original "self", and refused to even bring more than a cent of cash when he went out. Because in Henson's original plan, he was going to take the last bus from UCLA back to Long Beach! But last night Henson chose to take a taxi, which caused him to have problems with cash flow.

"Damn math genius! It's so good on yourself! Henson cursed in his heart, but he had to give the taxi driver an explanation.

"Sir, listen to me. I'm not trying to pay for it, but I really don't have any cash for you right now. If you can leave your phone number, I will take the initiative to contact you and repay the car. Ten minutes after Henson got into the car, he confessed to the driver. He had thought of his destination and got out of the car and ran, but today was the day of the race, and the vicinity of the Conseco Stadium must be overcrowded, and he estimated that he would not be able to run 50 meters before he was taken down by the local police. When the time comes, if you delay time, you will be ashamed.

Unlike Henson's expectations, the driver didn't immediately leave him on the highway into the city, but looked at himself through the rearview mirror.

"Sir, I'm afraid you didn't go to the Consec Arena at this time to watch the game. Because the real die-hard fans are now queuing up outside the stadium to check their tickets. The driver asked suspiciously, he had found Henson unusual from the beginning. Dressed so shabby, tired, and in a hurry, as soon as I got in the car, I actually went to the most lively holy place in Indianapolis tonight.

"I'm an employee of the Pacers! Well, I know it's pretty ridiculous, but trust me, sir. I'll pay you back! ”

"Could it be ......" the driver touched his chin, "you're a locker room cleaner!?" ”

Henson almost didn't spurt blood, did he look like a cleaner? The innkeeper said the same thing in the morning, and now the taxi driver says the same thing!

"If you don't get me there on time tonight, maybe I'll really be a cleaner, sir!"

"Hmph, you know, I've heard a lot of interesting things in this business. But no one would ever say they were an employee of the Pacers. I want to believe you very much, but everything you say ......"

Without waiting for the taxi driver to finish, Henson pulled out his work card. It has a picture of Henson on it, as well as his position: Scouting.

The driver looked at Henson, the corners of his mouth slightly curled, what an interesting guy.

"Even a guy like you can be a scout for the Pacers? It seems that our poor results are not for nothing. The driver complained.

"Hey, it's not my fault that the team lost! Now, sir, please step on the gas pedal to the end! After the race, I will call you and pay the fare, and I vouch for it with my reputation! ”

"For the Pacers' sake, man, I believe you." The driver hesitated for a moment, but nodded anyway. Then he shifted gears and accelerated, and the car began to weave down the road. Henson breathed a sigh of relief, his identity as a scout had finally made a difference.

The driver, who was obviously very familiar with the conditions of Indianapolis, bypassed all the congested sections of the road, and it didn't take much for Henson to be delivered to the entrance of the Conseco Arena.

Since there was a game between the Pacers and the Spurs today, it was crowded at the entrance of the arena now, and Henson didn't stop, grabbed the goal, and ran away. Cut through the crowd and head straight for the arena.

When he pulled out his work card and rushed into the arena and saw the balding Posey in the office area, there was only one minute left before their agreed time!

"Dear Posey, I appreciate your ticket!" Henson was out of breath, and his cheap suit and tie were messy from running wild.

"I thought you weren't coming, Henson. But that's okay, maybe you won't need it after tonight! "Dennis. Percy, an old man in his fifties, with bald hair and a rich figure, made him look greasy. This guy's dark circles are not much lighter than Henson's, maybe it was caused by his wife forcing him to sleep on the sofa these days.

Seeing that Henson was out of breath, Percy smiled smugly. He was about to reach for Henson's scouting report when a tall man appeared in the hallway interrupted the action.

"Posey, the players are warming up, what are you doing here!? Oh my God, my assistant coach was still fooling around on the sidelines twenty minutes before the game started! The people who came shouted and frightened Posey hurriedly withdrew his hand!

"Larry, I'm here to get the scouting report, our scout just came back!" Posey, who was still arrogant just now, hurriedly defended the man in front of him, who was called Larry.

"The scout reports the game and then says, you get me back on the pitch!" Damn it! The tall Larry was so angry that his face was flushed, and he was very dissatisfied with the urine sex of the coaching staff for a long time! I really don't know how his predecessor put up with this group of guys.

"Wait for me right here, Henson! After the game, I came over to get the scouting report! After being scolded, Percy glared at Henson viciously, threw all the fire on Henson, and walked away.

After that, the tall Larry stared at Henson again. I have to admit that this man is very courageous. He seems to have been born with a sense of oppression. But instead of being afraid to make eye contact with him, Henson stared into the tall man's eyes for a few seconds.

"You're the team's scout?" After a few seconds of staring at each other, Larry spoke. Since most of the scouts are in direct contact with the coaching staff, he wasn't impressed with what the team's scouts looked like. What's more, Henson used to have no sense of existence in the team like a transparent person.

"Hmm."

"Hell, I thought you were a cleaner! Look at your disheveled appearance, our cleaners are more decent than you! ”

Henson felt like he was bleeding internally, well, maybe he really had the potential to be a cleaner.

"Dennis said you brought the scouting report!? Let's go, follow me to the luxury box. Today, I'd like to hear your debriefing for yourself! Larry beckoned, motioning for Henson to follow.

Henson was stunned, this guy looked like the "official" was bigger than Posey. Otherwise, Posey wouldn't have been so scared just now.

Wait, Larry? No, no, no, it can't be! It can't be that Larry!

"Hey, are you deaf or stupid!? I told you to come with me to the box! Seeing that Henson was unmoved, the tall man impatiently turned back and shouted again.

This time, Henson saw the guy's face clearly.

The innkeeper was right in the morning and said that he might really want to talk to Larry. Bird had dinner together.