Go, Doc!

Huff, huff, huff...

At midnight, in a training facility in Detroit, a figure stood with both hands on his knees, panting heavily. Sweat kept dripping from his forehead onto the floor.

Drip, drip...

It was Goodwin.

After losing the game today, Goodwin had been so frustrated he couldn't sleep. So he'd gone to the training facility and pushed himself through an intense workout to vent his frustration.

Afterward, Goodwin felt a lot better, but his body was about to give out.

He'd done his daily training during the day, played a game that evening, then stayed late to train some more. Of course he was exhausted.

Goodwin wiped the sweat from his face, then slowly walked out of the training facility and made his way back to the hotel.

Once he got back, Goodwin didn't shower right away. He first took some time to catch his breath.

A little while later, he finally went to shower.

Five minutes later, Goodwin came out feeling refreshed. He ran a hand through his hair and said smugly, "Still as handsome as ever."

Goodwin was the only one who could be this embarrassingly full of himself.

"Time to sleep. Tomorrow will be another beautiful day!"

The next day, Goodwin flew back to Boston with the team.

"Goodwin, you're so handsome!"

"Goodwin, could I get your autograph?"

"Goodwin..."

The moment they stepped off the plane, Goodwin was greeted by an enthusiastic chorus of female fans. His teammates couldn't help feeling envious.

Goodwin had no choice but to stop and grant his female fans' wishes. As he signed autographs, though, he "warned" them, "You're not allowed to kiss my face."

As soon as he said that, the blonde at the front immediately replied, "Then I'll kiss you on the lips."

What?!

Goodwin stared at the blonde in alarm and silently took a step back, shaking his head mechanically. "Don't mess around. That's reserved for my future girlfriend." Even though he'd inherited a handsome face, Goodwin had still held on to the traditional Chinese virtues.

"I'm willing!"

"Goodwin, what do you think of me?"

"Goodwin, what kind of girls do you like?"

Goodwin's answer sent the female fans into a frenzy.

What kind of girls did he like?

Goodwin really hadn't thought about it. In his previous life, he'd been single his whole life, too.

In the year since he'd arrived here, his handsome face had attracted plenty of beautiful women. But he hadn't felt anything for them. They were pretty, sure, but his heart just wasn't in it.

Goodwin thought for a moment, then said, "It's all about the feeling."

He silently added, She has to be beautiful. I need to make sure my kids inherit good looks.

Heh. Men. You know how it is.

The teammates waiting for Goodwin nearby had "envy" written all over their faces.

"Ever since Goodwin joined Boston this season, I've had a lot fewer female fans," Walter McCarty said with a helpless shrug.

Paul Pierce called him out from beside him. "Walter, how come I've never seen any of your female fans?"

Walter McCarty: "..."

"Hahahahaha!" "Hahahahaha!" "Hahahahaha!" Laughter erupted all around them.

Goodwin came back just then. "Why haven't you guys left yet?" He hadn't expected his teammates to still be waiting for him.

Walter McCarty walked over and slung an arm around Goodwin's neck. "Of course we waited. You're the heartthrob of the Boston Celtics, after all. Isn't that right, Goodwin?"

Uh... Goodwin quickly shook his head. Looks like these "old men" were feeling threatened again.

After that, they all went their separate ways. As soon as Goodwin got home, he started his daily training.

As long as life goes on, training never stops.

"Prince, you just wait!" Goodwin roared in his yard.

Far away in Detroit, Tayshaun Prince sneezed repeatedly. Who was "thinking" about him?

At seven that evening, the Boston Celtics returned to their home court to face the Eastern Conference's second-to-last-place team, the Orlando Magic.

"You all know who we're facing tonight: the Eastern Conference's second-to-last-place Orlando Magic. We have to win this game. Understood?" Doc Rivers said unusually sternly before the game.

Doc Rivers had once been the head coach of the Orlando Magic. He was determined to teach them a lesson.

He wanted to prove that their poor record hadn't been his fault!

The Orlando Magic had replaced their head coach more than a month ago, but their record still hadn't improved. They were still barely hanging on.

Even so, beating the Orlando Magic wouldn't be easy. They had a superstar on their roster: Tracy McGrady.

This season, Tracy McGrady was averaging 28 points, 6 rebounds, 5.5 assists, and 1.4 steals per game, with a 41.7% field-goal percentage.

With him leading the way, the team could beat some of the top-ranked teams one night and lose to the bottom-dwellers the next. In a word, they were inconsistent.

"Beep, beep." As the whistle blew, the game between the Boston Celtics and the Orlando Magic officially began.

Both teams opened by taking turns shooting. Clang! Clang! Clang! They kept clanking shots and neither side could get things going.

At that point, neither team's star could take any more: Paul Pierce and Tracy McGrady.

They both called for the ball, each using his own style to break his team's scoring drought.

"Watch for help defense! Help!" Doc Rivers had been on the sidelines since the game began. The moment he saw a problem with the team's defense, he immediately called out to them.

The Boston Celtics tightened their defense on Tracy McGrady.

Under the intense pressure, Tracy McGrady's shooting percentage dropped.

The Boston Celtics took advantage and extended their lead, laying the foundation for victory.

"Goodwin! Get ready to go in."

Once Goodwin entered the game, the Boston Celtics' offense took off.

With Goodwin on the floor, the Magic had another player to worry about. He also tore their defense apart. More importantly, the Orlando Magic had no one who could defend him one-on-one, so he quickly found chances to shoot by using screens.

Even the tiniest bit of open space was enough for Goodwin to take his shot.

Goodwin went six for nine from three-point range, an incredible 66% from beyond the arc, and scored a career-high 18 points.

He led the team to victory.

101–89

The Boston Celtics beat the Orlando Magic by 12 points, bouncing back from their previous loss to the Detroit Pistons.

"Ahhh, we won!"

"We did it!"

"..."

The fans went wild with joy. Even though they'd only beaten the Orlando Magic, they were still thrilled.

Doc Rivers wore a brilliant smile, too. Great work.

See that, you idiots in the Magic's front office? Their poor record wasn't just my fault.

Looking at his players, Doc Rivers swore to himself that he would lead the Boston Celtics to the playoffs, get past the first round, make it to the semifinals and finals, and even win the championship.

Go, Doc! You've got this.