"Yes," Olsen said with a smile, feeling happier than she had in a long time.

"Tang, you know what? I've never had a real friend in my life. Most people approach me because of my family. They want to get to know my family through me, but you're the first person I feel is truly a friend." Olsen looked at Tang Tian earnestly as she spoke.

"Come, to friendship." Tang Tian raised his glass of sake.

Olsen smiled and raised her sake as well, and the two clinked glasses.

After eating and drinking their fill, the two left the Japanese restaurant, slightly tipsy.

They took a couple of steps and were about to hail a taxi when Olsen suddenly stopped.

Tang Tian followed Olsen's gaze and then saw a short-haired American cat in the middle of the road. It looked like it had been hit by a car, with a puddle of water near its mouth and signs of incontinence on its rear. It was hard to tell if it was dead or alive.

"Wait." Olsen suddenly walked forward and started stopping the passing cars.

Tang Tian was afraid something would happen to her, so he quickly followed.

"It's so pitiful." Olsen reached the American Shorthair and crouched down.

Tang Tian stood beside Olsen, shielding her from the traffic.

Olsen then took off her coat and carefully moved the American Shorthair onto it.

Tang Tian was stunned for a moment.

Olsen's coat cost tens of thousands of dollars. Most rich people wouldn't do something like that.

Olsen carefully picked up the coat and, together with Tang Tian, carried the American Shorthair to the side of the road.

"Let's find a place to bury it," Tang Tian said. From the time Olsen found it until now, the American Shorthair hadn't reacted at all. It had probably gone to cat heaven.

"Meow..."

Just as Tang Tian finished speaking, the American Shorthair suddenly let out a very small and weak meow.

"It's still alive!" Olsen exclaimed excitedly.

It was said that cats had nine lives. To survive in this condition and have such a strong will to live.

"Yeah, let's take it to a pet store to see." Tang Tian nodded.

The two hailed a taxi and went to the nearest pet store.

In the taxi, Olsen kept stroking the American Shorthair's forehead, saying words of encouragement, as if she were talking to a person instead of a cat.

When they arrived at the pet store, the doctor examined it and determined that it had internal injuries, which were quite serious. Medication could only play a supporting role. Whether it lived or not depended on its own vitality and would require a few days of observation.

"It will live," Olsen said with certainty.

"Then we'll treat it here first. We'll basically be able to tell in about a week," the doctor suggested.

"Okay, I'll come to see it once a day," Olsen nodded.

"You don't have to come every day. They'll take good care of it," Tang Tian said after they left the pet store.

"I'm worried. I'm also afraid I'll get a call one day saying it didn't make it," Olsen said, looking back.

Tang Tian nodded without saying anything. He thought Olsen was a really good person.

Now that Olsen had fallen out with her two older sisters, he could help her out if he had the chance in the future.

After parting ways with Olsen, Tang Tian returned to his rented house in the suburbs of New York.

Now that the commercial was filmed, he had to start preparing to recruit his own team.

Fegan would take care of the draft, but just like the team Fegan recruited for Yi Jianlian, he also needed to have his own. This team would include trainers, nutritionists, physical trainers, massage therapists, and so on. Unlike Fegan, these people would be his true insiders.

However, recruiting would take some time, and Tang Tian wasn't in a hurry to get it all done at once.

On the contrary, he had something even more urgent than that: shooting training.

He now had Tony Allen's defensive skills. After his physical fitness improved, he could basically exert eight or nine tenths of his strength. This was basically enough in the NBA, but his three-point shooting would be a big problem.

In the NCAA, to ensure his shooting percentage, he basically didn't change Novak's shooting form, so his release speed was also very slow. This didn't have much impact in the NCAA, after all, the overall level of the NCAA wasn't too high, but in the NBA, with those beasts, it would definitely be a problem.

This was also a very important reason why Novak couldn't make it in the NBA.

Therefore, if he didn't want to be blocked by those beasts in the NBA, increasing his shooting speed was a must, and it wasn't something that could be done in a few days. It would require a relatively long training period.

He found an indoor training gym in New York. Before he paid the deposit, he unexpectedly received a call from Klay Thompson.

After defeating Washington State University, Thompson had asked him for his phone number after the game, but the two hadn't been in contact since. Tang Tian didn't expect to receive a call from him at this time.

"I heard you're in New York too?"

The word "heard" made it clear that Thompson was also in New York.

"Yes, I'm in New York, about to start training," Tang Tian replied.

"That's great. I've already rented a training gym, but I don't have enough people to train with. Do you want to come together?"

Thompson warmly invited him, and Tang Tian immediately agreed.

The training gym that Thompson rented was five or six kilometers away from where he lived, which was a bit far.

However, he was still continuing his physical training, so he could treat this distance as a warm-up.

Inside the training gym, Thompson looked at Tang Tian, who was panting, with a surprised expression: "You ran here?"

Tang Tian nodded: "I'm training my physical fitness."

Thompson smiled wryly: "I know why you were able to play so well in the tournament."

The Krypton System only gave Tang Tian skills. To exert his strength, he still had to rely on his own efforts.

Thompson's training was mainly catch-and-shoot three-pointers, plus some other offensive training.

Tang Tian, on the other hand, mainly focused on increasing his three-point shooting speed, but he would also incorporate some other offensive training.

Training together, the two could help each other pick up the ball and pass, without having to find ball boys or trainers.

That was what Tang Tian originally thought, but after he passed the ball to Thompson for a while, the door of the training gym was pushed open, and someone he didn't expect walked in.

A chubby little fatty, 1.7 meters tall, with a shiny bald head.

Mike Procopio.

Many fans hadn't heard of this name, but for NBA players, this name was very familiar.

The top trainer in the NBA. In the past two seasons, it was with his help that Kobe Bryant helped the Lakers achieve two consecutive championships.

And Procopio was known for his humility and loyalty, and was deeply respected by players. He didn't expect Thompson to actually be able to invite him.

"Uncle Mike." Thompson saw Procopio coming over and took the initiative to greet him.

"Little Klay." Procopio also smiled and reached out to hug Thompson.

People like Procopio couldn't necessarily be hired even with money. Judging from the actions of the two, it shouldn't just be a matter of money.