NBA: I'm really the Chosen One

Chapter 3 Iverson and Training
Practice shooting is a boring sport, especially for a perfectionist like Li Zheng. Although every shot is accompanied by a crisp sound of hitting the net, he is more demanding on himself.

"The ball hit the net, it failed." Li Zheng picked up the ball and silently calculated the strength in his mind just now, when a pair of white sneakers appeared in his sight.

Li Zheng raised his head, what a thick gold chain, why is it specially made into the shape of a dog chain?This must be some kind of weight-bearing exercise, otherwise who would hang such a thing around the neck.

"Morning, young man." Allen Iverson showed a kind smile, and greeted Li Zheng with a smile. Behind him were a few hip-hop-style black guys, hooking their shoulders and staggering behind Iverson. .

Li Zheng certainly knew the famous MVP, the idol of countless blacks, and gave it to the only player in the invincible OK group who lost the game. The answer was Allen Iverson.

It's just that Allen Iverson turned out to be the first big-name player of Dream Six to participate in the training camp. This world seems a little magical.

"The shot is very accurate, rice boy." Allen Iverson wrapped the basketball around his waist, and Li Zheng was always worried that he would trip over his fat trouser legs. "What do you do during the game? Do they need to prepare extra rice for you?"

Americans are always aggressive when they see Chinese Americans. Although they may not be really provocative, Li Zheng maintains a counterattack attitude towards equality, "I am not an MVP, I have no privileges, and I need... training." Li Zheng deliberately emphasized the word "training" and replied, Iverson's face darkened.

"Pay attention to your words, kid, you have to learn to respect." Iverson snatched the ball back from Li Zheng's hand, and said with a grim expression. He hates when others talk about training in front of him, that's questioning His professional attitude, although his professional attitude is really not very good, but this is the classic American thinking.

"Respect is mutual, MVP, don't disturb my training." Li Zheng snatched the ball back from Iverson's hand, then raised his arm high, Iverson reached out and found that he could only reach Li Zheng's elbow.

"If you don't want to make a fool of yourself in front of the whole world with a dozen pairs of sneakers on your back, you have to respect your seniors and be smart, boy." Iverson folded his hands on his chest and stared at Li Zheng word by word with flat eyes. Said.

"Tradition of the team? MVP, do you want to listen to my rules?" Li Zheng looked down at this great short man with a smile. Although he respected Iverson's fighting spirit and spirit, it didn't mean he could offend himself at will.

"I know you're from the NCAA, but I only watch Georgetown and I don't care about your shit, now apologise, pack my bag and get out of here, then shut your mouth and watch us play, hold on Your souvenir gold medal back to your college basketball and show it off to a chick, anyway, don't mess with me."

Iverson's mouth was like a cannonball, and he rapped at Li Zheng. The tone words such as Mazefak, bitchi, and shit were mixed but not chaotic. Perhaps Li Zheng's condescending eyes stimulated the self-esteem of Ivor Sen, of course, his behavior of raising the basketball and not giving Iverson the ball may be a little bit too much.

"It's not sure if it's a bronze medal." Li Zheng said silently in his heart.

The shape of Iverson's ditches is very cool, and Li Zheng really wants to touch it to experience the feel, but at such a moment of tit-for-tat, his behavior may be forced to trigger some Sanda skills, which seems to be not conducive to the unity of the ball. Team, Li Zheng hesitated again and again and continued to maintain a cold face.

"MVP, I just want to tell you that you have to carry your backpacks by yourself. Whether it is team tradition or black culture, my rule is" Li Zheng lowered his head, facing Iverson's sharp eyes, "the winner is the biggest."

"The one who wins can direct others to do this and that, right?"

Iverson and Li Zheng looked at each other for a long time, "1v1? Are you serious? This is my ability to eat."

"Me too." Li Zheng threw the ball to Iverson. The moment he had been looking forward to for a long time finally arrived. Facing an NBA player and one of the strongest players in the NBA, this is an unfair matchup, but Li Zheng can feel that the NCAA The feeling of blood acceleration in the finals is back. ,

Iverson casually took off his fat hip-hop pants, and changed into the clothes handed by his brother, "You need some special training, huh?"

"Boy Rice, I'll get you a pair of crutches." Iverson's fellow black buddies attacked Li Zheng from the sidelines plausibly.

"A Lun will break your legs!" "If you lose, let the rice boy wash the socks for everyone!"

"Eat some hamburgers. Eating rice can't prevent Alan."

Li Zheng heard that many NBA stars have been supporting their former brothers after making money. Iverson is one of them. Li Zheng suddenly understands such behavior. With this group of brothers, they can be transformed into gunmen, bodyguards, and assistants at any time. , Cheerleaders, and supporters, are versatile, and can easily perform all roles, which is really worth the money.

"Do you want to warm up?" Li Zheng reminded friendlyly. Although I don't know how Iverson came to the arena, but looking at his and these black guys' sloppy footsteps, it is obvious that they were chic in the nightclub yesterday.

"No." Iverson kicked a ball, dribbled twice vigorously, and threw the ball to Li Zheng, "You go first."

Li Zheng raised his hand and shot, and the basketball hit the net. Iverson's eyes changed a little. The shooting posture of the boy in front of him reminded him of a person. Lacey McGrady.

With the same tall and straight figure and elegant posture, Iverson came back to his senses and lowered his body to take a defensive posture. It is useless to have charm. He opened his arms and stared at Li Zheng's body.

Li Zheng lowered his body, his brows frowned, and his sense of oppression suddenly increased. The basketball in his hand was no longer as flexible as another part of his body. Iverson's short body brought him a huge sense of threat. He had an illusion that the basket It seems to be a little smaller, and now there is no view of the basket as wide as the sea. This feeling is very strange and not good.

"Don't you dare to hit the ball? Boy?" Iverson defended close, put his hand on Li Zheng's waist, and pretended to draw the ball with the other hand. The hand on his waist could sense the direction of Li Zheng's force, while the other hand One hand can force Li Zheng to stop the ball. This kind of defensive action wandering on the edge of the rules is the biggest difference between professional players and amateur players.

Li Zheng tried to dribble, and Iverson poked the basketball out, "It's too slow, too slow." Iverson shook his head and stepped out of the three-point line, throwing the ball to Li Zheng.

[CV: 98] [Three Points: 99] [Layup: 96] [Dunk: 94]

【Dribble: 96】【Pass: 97】【Ball Quotient: 99】【Speed: 97】

【Defense: 98】【Rebounds: 92】【Steals: 93】【Blocks: 91】

"How long has it been since I have been robbed?" Li Zheng shook his head, trying to clear the distracting thoughts in his mind. The abilities that were close to the full value lost their magic power in front of Iverson. intense pressure.

"Sure enough, professional-level players will interfere with my ability." Only then did Li Zheng know where the strange feeling came from just now. Perceiving the opponent's ability and then making a correct judgment has become his body's instinct, but Ivor Sen's professional defense caused a bug in his body.

With my current ability, whether it is the offensive route, shooting posture or subsequent changes, it has been greatly affected. In other words, it is not only difficult for me to pursue perfect inspiration, but it is already extremely difficult to maintain the ball with ease and ease.

Excellent defense will weaken your abilities that are close to full value, so in the same way, your full value in the NCAA is just the beginning, and the professional show is completely another world. My hard training is like trying to reach the ceiling, the ceiling There is still an endless sky above. Cruel?
No, that world is beautiful.

Li Zheng touched his nose, pulled up his shorts, bent down and opened his arms. This is what the pursuit of perfection should look like. Iverson put away his playful look. He felt the change of the boy, his body Gradually tense, and the atmosphere became more dignified.

The ball bounced up and down, and everyone knew that you couldn't blink at will at this time, because this little guy is a guy who can pass any defender in an instant, Allen Iverson.

(End of this chapter)