Go, Doc!

Hoo, hoo, hoo...

At midnight, in a training gym in Detroit, a figure leaned forward with his hands on his knees, panting heavily as sweat dripped continuously from his forehead onto the floor.

Drip, drip...

This person was Goodwin.

After losing the game today, Goodwin felt incredibly frustrated and couldn't sleep at all, so he came to the gym and pushed himself to the limit to vent his irritation.

After a while, Goodwin felt much better, but his body was failing him; he was practically exhausted.

Having completed his daily training during the day, played a game at night, and then added an extra session after the game, it would be a miracle if he weren't tired.

Goodwin wiped the sweat from his face, walked out of the gym step by step, and strolled slowly back to his hotel.

Upon returning to the hotel, Goodwin didn't shower immediately, choosing instead to let himself calm down first.

A short while later, Goodwin finally went to take a shower.

Five minutes later, Goodwin walked out feeling refreshed, ran his hand through his hair, and narcissistically remarked, "Still so handsome."

Only Goodwin would be this chuunibyou about himself.

"Time to sleep, tomorrow will be another beautiful day!"

The next day, Goodwin followed the team on a private jet back to Boston.

"Goodwin, you're so handsome!"

"Goodwin, can you give me an autograph?"

"Goodwin..."

As soon as he stepped off the plane, Goodwin was greeted by the enthusiastic cheers of female fans, making his teammates feel nothing but envy.

Goodwin had no choice but to stop and satisfy the wishes of his female fans, though he "warned" them while signing, "You are not allowed to kiss my face."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the blonde beauty at the front immediately said, "Then I'll kiss your mouth."

Nani!

Goodwin looked at the blonde beauty with terrified eyes, couldn't help but step back silently, and shook his head mechanically: "Don't mess around, that's a patent reserved for my future girlfriend." Although he had inherited a handsome face, Goodwin still retained the traditional virtues of China.

"I'm willing!"

"Goodwin, what do you think of me?"

"Goodwin, what type of girl do you like?"

A single sentence from Goodwin had the female fans buzzing.

What kind of girl did he like?

Goodwin had never really thought about it; after all, he had been single since birth in his previous life.

In the year or so since he arrived here, he had seen many beauties throw themselves at him thanks to his handsome face, but Goodwin didn't feel much; they were pretty, but his heart remained unmoved.

Goodwin pondered for a moment and said, "It's about the feeling."

He added silently in his heart: And pretty, I have to ensure the looks of my future offspring.

Heh, men! You know how it is.

Not far away, his teammates waiting for Goodwin had the word "envy" written all over their faces.

"Ever since Goodwin came to Boston this season, my female fans have decreased significantly," Walter McCarty said helplessly, spreading his hands.

Paul Pierce, standing to the side, exposed him: "Walt, I've never even seen you have any female fans."

Walter McCarty: "..."

"Hahahaha!" "Hahahaha!" "Hahahaha!"... Laughter erupted instantly.

Just then, Goodwin returned: "Why haven't you guys left yet?" Goodwin hadn't expected his teammates to still be waiting for him.

Walter McCarty walked over and draped an arm around Goodwin's neck, saying, "Of course we had to wait for you. You're our Boston Celtics' heartthrob, aren't you, Goodwin?"

Uh... Goodwin quickly shook his head; it seemed these "old men" had been hurt again.

Afterward, everyone went their separate ways, and upon returning home, Goodwin immediately began his daily training.

Life is movement, training never stops.

"Prince, you just wait for me," Goodwin shouted loudly in his yard.

Far away in Detroit, Tayshaun Prince sneezed repeatedly, wondering who was "thinking" of him.

On January 8th at 7:00 PM, the Boston Celtics returned home to face the Orlando Magic, who were second to last in the Eastern Conference.

"You all know who our opponent is tonight; it's the Orlando Magic, second to last in the East. For us, this game must be won, understand?" Doc Rivers said, which was a rare occurrence before a game.

As the former head coach of the Orlando Magic, Doc Rivers was determined to teach the Orlando Magic a lesson at any cost.

He wanted to prove that the poor record was not his fault!

The Orlando Magic had changed head coaches over a month ago, but their record still hadn't improved; they were still half-dead.

Even so, taking down the Orlando Magic wouldn't be easy, as they possessed a superstar in their ranks—Tracy McGrady.

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

Under his leadership, they were capable of beating top-ranked teams while simultaneously losing to those at the bottom of the standings; inconsistency was their defining trait.

"Beep!" As the game whistle blew, the matchup between the Boston Celtics and the Orlando Magic officially tipped off.

Right from the start, both sides tested the waters with their shots, but "Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"... they all kept clanking shots off the rim, unable to break the deadlock.

At this moment, both teams' stars—Paul Pierce and Tracy McGrady—couldn't stand it any longer.

They both demanded the ball, each using their own methods to end their team's scoring droughts.

"Watch the help defense, help defense!" Doc Rivers had been standing on the sidelines since the start of the game, and as soon as he saw issues with the team's defense, he immediately shouted a reminder.

The Boston Celtics began to tighten their defense on Tracy McGrady.

Under the intense defensive pressure, Tracy McGrady's shooting percentage began to drop.

The Boston Celtics seized the opportunity to widen the point gap, laying the foundation for victory.

"Goodwin! Get ready to check in."

With Goodwin entering the game, the Boston Celtics' offense began to take flight.

As soon as Goodwin came on, he became an additional focal point, tearing the Orlando Magic's defense to shreds. More importantly, the Orlando Magic had no players capable of defending Goodwin one-on-one, which allowed him to utilize screens to quickly find shooting opportunities.

Even if there was only the slightest bit of space, Goodwin would seize it.

Throughout the game, Goodwin went 6-for-9 from three-point range, an incredible 66% shooting percentage, racking up a career-high 18 points.

He single-handedly helped the team secure the win in this game.

101:89

The Boston Celtics routed the Orlando Magic by 12 points, sweeping away the slump from their previous loss to the Detroit Pistons.

"Ahhh, we won!"

"We won!"

"..."

The fans at the arena cheered wildly; even though it was just a win over the Orlando Magic, they were still incredibly happy.

Doc Rivers also wore a bright smile on his face—well done.

See that, you incompetent Orlando Magic front office? The poor record wasn't just my fault.

Doc Rivers looked at his players and secretly vowed: I will definitely lead the Boston Celtics to the playoffs, break through the first round, the semifinals, the finals, and even win the championship.

Come on, Doc! You can do it.