NBA peak Jordan template

Chapter 3 Zijin Battle Robe, You Are Worthy of Wearing It!
United States, Los Angeles Lakers training base.

2016 7 Month 7 Day.

Due to the dismal results of last season.

After spending the "playoffs" holiday.

A group of Lakers players.

Was forced by the team's new general manager Evans Johnson to return to the base training early.

The players have changed into jerseys.

Stand loosely in a single file.

The spirit is good.

"Have you heard, Durant has joined the Warriors!"

"Unless I am deaf and blind, the news has filled every corner of the world."

"Lian Te Niang's last time I went to the red-light district to find the dancers who asked me if it was true after they were done."

"Brothers, it seems that everyone had a good vacation?"

"Is that the point? What were we talking about, yes, Durant."

"Damn it, I'll never claim him as my idol again."

"Really? You're not leaving us to join the 76ers, are you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, they were the bottom one last season, and we were the bottom two. You obviously didn't get my joke."

"It's not funny."

"So? What does that matter. Durant joins the Warriors, and the NBA is over."

"It doesn't matter if it's down to 29, because the number one will be the Golden State Warriors."

"Then let's practice with the hammer, my vacation! Does anyone know if the extra practice will increase the salary?"

The players chattered about the news that Durant joined the Warriors a few days ago.

Obviously, in addition to the player attributes, the fan attributes of these young guys have not faded.

Until a bald boy walked into the arena.

This wave of discussion came to an abrupt end.

Zheng Long is wearing a No. 23 Lakers jersey.

Chewing gum.

His gaze swept across the faces of the current Lakers players in turn.

D'Angelo Russell

Jordan Clarkson
Nick Young

Julius Randall

Alex Caruso

Larry Nance
There are many familiar faces.

No, there is another one.
At this moment, a sound of footsteps came from behind.

Zheng Long turned his head.

It was the timid Brandon Ingram.

"Hello everyone!"

Ingram greeted shyly.

But found that the atmosphere seemed awkward.

No one paid him any attention.

Obviously, for the two young blood who have just joined the Lakers.

The Lakers players looked a little cold.

After a brief silence.

The players started whispering.

"This is the guy who replaced Williams. Looking at him, he looks stupid, and it's the first time I've seen a bald Chinese. Doesn't it mean that there are no bald heads in China?"

"And the No. 2 pick in the back? He's so ugly. I heard that Durant is his model."

"I don't know the strength, but the appearance is quite similar."

"A Jordan template, with a bald head, and a Durant template, a little handsome."

The joke made everyone laugh.

Ingram looked at the laughing crowd with some bewilderment.

Zheng Long's hearing is good, and he got closer.

He vaguely heard the content of the conversation.

He frowned slightly.

In my previous life, I heard that this group of Lakers' cubs were undisciplined and difficult to manage. Even the former head coach Byron Scott didn't pay attention to them.

"No wonder."

"No wonder."

Zheng Long couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

Loud on purpose.

attracted everyone's attention.

"It's no wonder that he took the last place in the league last season."

Zheng Long's words were not aimed at anyone.

But between words.

All disdain for the players present.

This stunned Ingram on the side.

As a rookie who just joined the team.

My mind is still thinking about how to build a good relationship with my teammates and integrate into the NBA smoothly.

In front of this bald head.

Blatant provocation? !
"Hey boy, what do you mean?"

The first attack was Nick Young.

As a draft pick in 07, Nick Young, who went through several teams, can be called the big brother in the current Lakers.

"State the facts."

Zheng Long didn't change his face, he paused every word.

"As the greatest NBA club in history."

"Not in the playoffs for three consecutive years."

"Created history since the team was founded in 1948!"

"The worst Lakers in history!"

"You guys deserve it!"

"Purple Gold Battle Robe!"

"You guys are ashamed to wear it!"

Zheng Long's words were like thunder.

Because the content is too shocking.

first timing.

Everyone was stunned.

Ingram swallowed silently.

This bald head.

I'm here to play.

Still want to fight?
The NBA has express regulations that prohibit fighting, fines for small ones, and suspensions for serious ones.

Especially in the team.

The Lakers players clenched their fists silently.

His gaze is like a knife!

"What kind of trash are you!"

"Didn't play a single NBA game! Laid down for two years!"

"The NBA has the No. [-] pick every year!"

"There are too many trash champions in the history of the NBA!"

Nick Young countered.

Zheng Long nodded when he heard this.

A look of approval.

"exactly."

talking.

Zheng Long walked to the edge of the basketball court and took out a basketball from the basketball hoop.

It hit the floor twice.

Very full.

"So, heads-up?"

"If you lose to me."

"Aren't you better than trash?"

crazy!

This guy is completely insane!
Ingram already has some regrets, it would be nice if he entered the arena later.

It is not enough to stand silently behind Zheng Long.

dare not move.

The rookie who entered the team, through the way of heads-up.

Improve your status quickly.

Everywhere.

But in such a provocative way.

This is the first time I heard it!
"Kids, calm down."

"Basketball is a team game."

"One-on-one can't explain anything."

Just when the scene is about to explode.

Another person entered the arena.

Everyone looks.

Zheng Long quickly recognized him.

Luke Walton.

The head coach of the Lakers in the new season.

One of the former championship members of the Lakers.

The rest of the Lakers players are also aware of the new head coach, and today is also the first meeting.

Nick Young obviously didn't take Wharton seriously.

His eyes quickly returned to Zheng Long's face.

"Come on, one-on-one."

"Let me teach you how to be a man."

Nick Young has absolute confidence in his heads-up skills.

Nick Young's style of play itself has the attributes of streetball.

on a personal technical level.

To some extent.

Today's Lakers.

I couldn't find a second player who said that he was single-handedly beating him.

"A bet?"

Zheng Long also chose to ignore Wharton.

The young coach.

It's not time to be respected.

and.

This heads-up can quickly establish a certain momentum for himself in the Lakers.

"you say!"

"Starting."

"Ok?"

"Just take the starting lineup as a bet. If you lose, just obediently substitute me for the new season!"

Zheng Long knew.

After Louis Williams left.

In the new season, Nick Young will start steadily at the shooting guard position.

Nick Yang laughed back angrily.

"You motherfucker rookie, your ass is still hot, and you want to compete with me for the first place?"

Wharton, who was left hanging by the two, patted his head with some headaches.

Before coming here, I heard about the situation in the Lakers team.

But I didn't expect it to be so difficult to manage.

"Hey, you two, maybe I have the final say on the matter of rotation?"

At this time, Ingram silently walked behind the Lakers players who were watching the show and eating melons.

Like a transparent person.

Another transparent person.

It was Wharton.

Zheng Long and Nick Young already had the ball, skipping Walton.

Came to the half-court position.

Beep----

Walton suddenly appeared on the sidelines with a whistle in his mouth.

"Then I will be the referee. With 11 points, the scorer will attack continuously, and the ball will be exchanged if no goal is scored."

The 11-point ball is one of the most commonly used heads-up methods in American streetball. 2 points count as 1 point, and 3 points count as 2 points.

Join if you can't.

If you can't manage it, go ahead.

On the field.

The two are already doing simple warm-up moves.

Sparks fly.

(End of this chapter)