NBA: I'm really the Chosen One

Chapter 2 Training camp alone

Phoenix.In the American West arena, except for the sporadic staff, only Li Zheng and the two old men looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Training? But I'm the only one here. Oh, and you two."

Li Zheng looked at the two old men in front of him. This old man with silver hair, a neat suit and a serious face is Larry Brown. He is currently at the most glorious moment in his life. He is an NCAA champion and NBA champion. The head coach of the dream team, now he is only one Olympic gold medal away from the real consummation.

Of course, Li Zheng has heard of Larry Brown. The thing that every NCAA player is warned the most is to stay away from this serious old man. He only asks you to play correctly, but most of the time in basketball there is no correct answer.

The other old man is the head of the American Basketball Association, Jerry Colangelo, the Basketball Association. Or a more accurate name should be the actual helm of the American Basketball Logistics Support Committee, the behind-the-scenes boss of the NBA Suns, the real NBA powerful figures.

Jerry Langelo showed a kind smile, "Kid who work hard, you are the first person to report on the Dream Team."

Li Zheng scratched his head, "The first one? Isn't it that we are going to Cologne, Germany to compete in six days? Seriously?"

"Convincing these big names to participate in the competition is already difficult enough. Getting them to participate in the training camp on time? This is a worldwide problem." Jerry Clangelo said with a smile, but he obviously didn't think there was anything strange about it.

It’s just the Olympics, not the NBA Finals. The Dream Team’s appearance is to show the charm of American basketball. No matter which dream team participates in the Olympics, it’s just a process, and they will harvest fans all over the world with their wonderful performance and gorgeous style of play. Eyes, as for the candidates?That doesn't matter at all.

"So I'm going to train here alone for six days? Seriously?"

"It won't be that long, maybe in the next hour those stars will come here in sports cars, young man, train hard, I saw your performance in the NCAA, you are a good boy." Jerry Colangelo comforted Li just.

"Where's Coach Brown? Can you accept this kind of team? It's a little bit." Li Zheng tried his best to organize the words in his mind, but Larry Brown's calm really made him at a loss for words.

"Shut up, kid, be smart." Jerry Colangelo said with some displeasure, "Tim Duncan, Allen Iverson, Steve Marbury, these random names can blow you away and Your whole team, the NCAA championship is nothing, boy, you have to learn to be humble here."

"Smart doesn't mean you don't need training, Mr. Jerry." Li Zheng stared down at Clangelo. He was a little surprised that the old boy made things difficult suddenly. If he didn't want to experience the strength of NBA players, he would never agree Come here and be a clown.

"And keep humble, you should say these things to yourself." After speaking, Li Zheng opened the door and walked out. After a while, there was the sound of a basketball hitting the floor in the arena.

Jerry Colangelo stared at Li Zheng leaving the office with a dark face. After Li Zheng walked away, he suddenly changed his face and looked at Larry Brown. "What? Do I look like a villain?" He said to Larry Brown with a smile.

Larry Brown's cold face was a little moved at this time. The old-school players will appreciate every player who loves training from the bottom of their hearts. The mentality of treating contempt and injustice is also commendable. Larry Brown and Jerry Clangelo Wanting to test the new king of the NCAA, Li Zheng handed in the answer sheet to their satisfaction.

"He didn't think of himself as a mascot, he was playing for real." Larry Brown said seriously.

"Yes, he almost killed me with his eyes just now. I haven't seen such fierce eyes for a long time." Colangelo waved his hands and smiled. Li Zheng's momentum just now is not weaker than those players of the Dream Team. He likes it. Such a player.

"Remember to give him some playing time, Larry, you know how tough those guys in the NCAA are."

"No. He needs to fight for playing time. I will not favor any player."

"Except for Allen Iverson?"

"FK, shut up."

Li Zheng wiped off the sweat from his face, and rushed to Phoenix by plane to participate in the training camp. Unexpectedly, on the first day, he was stalked by the old man. Maybe this is the ordeal of the success of the Chosen One. The feeling of being an enemy of the world is really amazing. People can't stop.

Raising the head and pulling the wrist, the ball draws a beautiful arc from the fingertips and enters the net.

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The posture of the shot, the strength and speed of the shot, the arc of the ball, and the trajectory of the spin are all as exquisite as works of art, but Li Zheng knows that this is not enough because it is not a perfect shot.

What Li Zheng pursues is the limit of shooting, which is called the realm of perfection.

Getting into the basket is only the most basic requirement for him to shoot. Beautiful posture, stable hands, and quick shots are just the icing on the cake. In Li Zheng's mind, a perfect shot is a stream of consciousness. It is a wonderful state of being able to touch the basketball gods regardless of whether the defender is tall and agile.

It's a pity that Li Zheng didn't get a hint of inspiration after taking 10,000+ shots, but Li Zheng was sure that that state must exist.

No staff is willing to work overtime for this college student to pick up the ball. Li Zheng can only pick up the ball by himself after shooting, but his precise shooting makes this job easier. Li Zheng doesn't need to spend too much time picking up the ball, the basketball is always hollow Netted and dropped to the basket.

In the office on the high platform of the arena, Larry Brown watched every moment of Li Zheng's training intently. After some time, his thighs trembled a few times before he came back to his senses.

"You've been standing for nearly an hour, Larry. Take a break." Colangelo pushed the coffee cup to the other side of the table, and then Larry Brown took off his glasses, pinched his brows, and sat on the sofa. As soon as he sat down, Larry Brown showed a painful expression.

"It's time for you to retire, old guy." Colangelo laughed. There are not many opportunities to see the old-fashioned Larry Brown make a fool of himself, so he cherishes such moments.

"This kid is great, Jerry. I suggest you take him to Phoenix." Larry Brown grinned, but his face was extremely serious.

"Only watched for an hour? You are too arbitrary Larry, not to mention where can I find a top three pick? Am I going to trade Marion and Stoudemire for the No. [-] pick to play with Nash? Don’t be kidding.” Colangelo waved his hands again and again. Although the Suns lost to their old rival Spurs in the first round last year, he knew that these guys are full of potential and need time to grow. The team also needs to run in instead of frequent trades. and evolutions.

Amare Stoudemire, the No. 02 pick selected in 9, showed super strength. Sean Marion also averaged 20 points per game. Under the leadership of Nash, they were extremely brave. make any changes.

"I'm serious." Larry Brown said seriously. He was just about to tell about the miracle of Li Zheng just now, but Colangelo absently stirred the coffee cup and made Larry Brown swallow the rest of the words. Wipe the glasses lightly.

"Larry Brown was a jerk," Colangelo wrote in his memoirs and autobiography. "If Larry had told me that Brian Lee had only missed one shot in an hour of shootaround, I would have fought with those jerk managers. They traded the whole team and drafted him badly."

(End of this chapter)