A New Coach Takes Charge (Second Update!)

Williams was in charge of training, and everything seemed no different from before.

Two days later, Stevens arrived at the training camp.

If the league held a vote for the most handsome head coach, Stevens would definitely win by a landslide.

Tyronn Lue, who had just been poached by the Cavaliers with a four-year, $6.5 million deal—the highest salary in history for a first assistant coach—was only thirty-eight, just one year older than Stevens.

But fans would never call him a young coach, because he was young, but not handsome.

Handsome—that was the Pelicans players' first impression when they saw Stevens.

They had never had a chance to see Stevens from this close before.

"I'm not the Championship Trophy. You don't need to stare at me so intently."

Stevens looked at the Pelicans players and said with a smile.

That first sentence immediately made the players laugh.

When strangers met, the first sentence often determined much of the impression they made. Stevens' words made him seem very easygoing.

Of course, they also made him seem somewhat lacking in a head coach's authority.

"But I promise that I'll lead you to the Championship Trophy."

His next sentence quickly drew whistles and cheers.

The Pelicans only had one thing on their minds this season: winning the championship. That statement had struck right at their sweet spot.

Tang Tian smiled along with them.

When he had spoken with Stevens before, since they had not been on the same team, it had felt more like an exchange between friends.

He did not know much about Stevens' specific coaching methods.

But from the looks of it now, Stevens possessed more than just tactical ability. He was also very good with words.

"I'm Brad Stevens. You can call me Coach or Stevens. Of course, if you