As a Senior, How Can I Be Lazy?

"Beep!" The final whistle blew, and the game came to an end.

91:75, the Boston Celtics cruised to a 16-point victory over the Chicago Bulls, marking two consecutive wins since Doc Rivers took the helm.

Throughout the entire game, Paul Pierce played with great comfort, especially after Goodwin entered the court, as he drew significant defensive attention from the Chicago Bulls. He finished the game shooting 11-of-18 from the field, 2-of-5 from three-point range, and 9-of-9 from the free-throw line, racking up a game-high 33 points along with 3 rebounds and 2 assists to lead the team to victory.

Meanwhile, Goodwin played 25 minutes, shooting 5-of-8 from the field and 3-of-6 from three-point range, contributing 13 points and 2 rebounds.

Doc Rivers was extremely satisfied with Goodwin's performance.

The contribution Goodwin brought to the team the moment he stepped onto the court could not be expressed by statistics alone.

During the post-game interview, a reporter asked Paul Pierce: "Paul, as the team leader, you set multiple screens for Goodwin during this game. Do you have anything to say about that?"

I knew the reporters would definitely ask this question; luckily, I was well-prepared.

Paul Pierce replied calmly: "As long as we can win, I'll do whatever job is needed."

As soon as he finished speaking, the room erupted in cheers from the reporters, most of whom were from Boston Celtics beat outlets.

"Well said, Paul."

"Paul, you are a truly selfless leader."

"Go, Pierce!"

Paul Pierce: o(￣︶￣)o

After the game, Goodwin caught up briefly with his former schoolmate Hinrich before rushing home to pack his bags and head to the arena to regroup with the team.

The next game was an away game against the iron-willed Detroit Pistons.

So far this season, the Detroit Pistons were holding opponents to a staggering average of only 84.3 points per game.

Facing such a defensive juggernaut, it would be no easy task to secure a win and claim a three-game winning streak.

However, Doc Rivers wanted to give it a shot, so he decided to fly to Detroit that very night after the game, giving the team a full day and a half to adjust.

Shortly after midnight, a private jet bound for Detroit from Boston took off, and after a flight of over two hours, the plane reached its destination and touched down.

Goodwin yawned repeatedly after getting off the plane; he was exhausted. Even though he wasn't a starter, the distance he covered on the court was significant—if tracked, his running distance was likely the highest on the entire team.

"Already sleepy at this hour, Goodwin?" Vin Baker, walking behind him, draped an arm around him.

Goodwin nodded and replied: "Yeah, as soon as we get back to the hotel, I'm going straight to sleep."

"You never want to go to the clubs when I ask. If you went a few more times, you'd get used to it." In Vin Baker's view, if he could just get a guy like Goodwin to a club, all the beautiful women in the place would flock to them.

"Cut it out, Vin Baker. I'm only 19. If I go with you, I can't even drink. What am I supposed to do, drink juice?" Goodwin replied helplessly. It wasn't that he didn't want to go, but he couldn't. There was a law here called the National Minimum Drinking Age Act, which required every state to set the age for purchasing and publicly possessing alcohol at 21.

Even the children of former presidents weren't exempt. Jenna and Barbara, the daughters of a former president, were charged for using fake IDs to buy alcohol and drinking in public because they were dissatisfied with the drinking age. Jenna was forced to attend a legal education program and perform 8 hours of community service for using someone else's ID to buy alcohol.

Besides, Goodwin was a public figure; he didn't want to end up doing 8 hours of community service, and it wasn't like he absolutely had to drink.

"It doesn't matter..." Before Vin Baker could finish, Paul Pierce pulled him away and said: "Baker, don't lead my junior astray."

"Paul, I'm not leading him astray. As long as he's there, all the girls at the club will come rushing over," Vin Baker quickly argued.

Girls at the club!

Images of curvaceous figures couldn't help but flash through Paul Pierce's mind.

It seemed like Vin Baker had a point.

Just as Paul Pierce was about to share this thought with Goodwin, he realized Goodwin was nowhere to be seen.

Goodwin was already far ahead of them.

Paul Pierce: "..."

Vin Baker: "..."

Goodwin, do you think you can run?

The two veterans immediately chased after him, sandwiching Goodwin on either side, and said "kindly": "Goodwin, we have something to discuss with you, junior."

"No time." Goodwin refused immediately. Did this even need discussing? No way, not going.

"I haven't won a championship yet, so I don't have time for those kinds of places," Goodwin added. If he didn't drop a heavy reason, he probably wouldn't get any sleep tonight.

Championship?

Paul Pierce and Vin Baker froze, the image of the Larry O'Brien trophy appearing in their minds.

To be honest, anyone who makes it to the NBA dreams of the Larry O'Brien trophy.

The two simultaneously let go of Goodwin, and Paul Pierce patted him on the shoulder: "Let's work hard together."

"Count me in too!" Vin Baker added quickly.

This was already Vin Baker's 11th year in the league, and he didn't know how much longer he could play. He also hoped to win a Larry O'Brien trophy before his career ended.

Goodwin nodded.

Damn, with a cheat-code life like this, how could I not reach the pinnacle?

Afterward, the Boston Celtics players boarded the bus back to the hotel, and Goodwin took his luggage and room key to his room.

As soon as he entered the room, he tossed his luggage aside and went straight to sleep.

He didn't know how long he had slept, but Goodwin opened his eyes in a daze. After a few seconds of recovery, the first thing Goodwin did was check the time.

7:45!

Time to get up and train!

Life is endless, and so is training.

The best time of the day is the morning; if he didn't step up his training now, he might have to put in overtime to finish his daily quota later.

He washed up, brushed his teeth, got dressed, and headed to the hotel gym.

Usually, Goodwin's morning workout consisted of running.

Running was also on his daily training checklist: 10 kilometers every day.

About half an hour later, a voice reached Goodwin's ears.

"I knew it, I wasn't wrong. You're already training at this hour, Goodwin."

Goodwin turned his head to look and saw that it was Paul Pierce.

"Morning, senior Paul. Why are you up so early today? Why not sleep in a bit more?" In Goodwin's impression, Paul Pierce didn't usually get up this early during road games; he generally wouldn't wake up until midday.

One time, after Goodwin finished his morning training and returned to his room, he happened to see a blonde beauty walking out of Paul Pierce's room. In an instant, Goodwin understood—no wonder Paul Pierce always woke up so late.

However, one had to admire the physique of NBA players; even with nightly revelry, it still didn't affect his performance on the court.

"Didn't we agree to work hard together? As your senior, how could I slack off?"

Hearing this, a bright smile appeared on Goodwin's face.

The two of them did their morning training together.