NBA villain

Chapter 21
"Last year, the NBA just established the NBA Development League and the NBA's second-level league, which is the legendary talent training pool that can be transferred and recalled at any time. However, the second-level league we are going to today is different from the NBA Development League. To be honest, most people can’t get into the NBA Development League.”

Braided Finney is a chatterbox, walking on the road with Yang Di, he couldn't stop talking.

His tone of voice has a strong sense of rhythm, but many syllables are ambiguous. Yang Di listened very hard, and did not understand many words, so he could only nod in response.

He didn't care whether Yang Di understood or not, he said to himself, "Dude, it's not easy to become a basketball player. As far as I know, professional basketball players have to go through inhuman training, and every There are strict regulations on what to eat for three meals a day, which is cruel."

"Of course, I think you are tall and big, maybe you are really good at it, but I'm not sure."

The two of them came to a tall building on the side of Antlers Street, facing the sparkling Lake Michigan, close to the bay, and could smell the thick water vapor blowing from the surface of Lake Michigan.

"The secondary league I took you to is also what we call the league. To be honest, it's a bit of a semi-professional and semi-amateur taste. It's probably a small league sponsored by a group of sponsors. In Chicago, there are three or more in this league. Four teams, anyway, your goal is just to practice your skills, salary should not matter."

Yang Di cursed in his heart, it doesn't matter, I just want to make money.

Finney walked in familiarly. The clean glass door sensed people and automatically separated the two sides. Yang Di followed him in. The building was spacious and bright, and the staff in cleaning clothes were wiping the floor tiles and glass to White as the main tone, looks very high-end.

Finney walked to the front desk, took out something and communicated with the pretty girl at the front desk.

Yang Di saw from a distance that this unreliable guy was chatting up with the beautiful girl at the front desk, with a very wretched smile on his face.

Then after a long time, when Yang Di was getting impatient with waiting, he came back staggeringly.

"Walk around, the procedures are done, let me tell you, the head coach of the Windbirds is my good buddy, I will take care of you to join the team." Finney patted his chest, Deputy Lao Tzu covers you, you look at ease.

Yang Di saw him like this, and when he thought about it, he knew that this guy must be bragging again.

The two of them took the elevator to the 33rd floor, which was already the top floor of the building. To be honest, Yang Di had never encountered a basketball court built on a high-rise building, so he was very curious.

The elevator door opened, the dome was a sky, the blue sky and white clouds were outside the transparent roof, and the green lawn was buzzing with voices.

Wait, green lawn?

Yang Di's eyes were wide open. In the center surrounded by the green lawn, there were two basketball courts that were assembled together. There were long benches and seats on the green lawn, which turned out to look like a viewing platform.

"Bang, bang!" The basketball hit the floor, and intense training was going on on both courts.

"Hey, Smith, my brother." Braided Finney warmly hugged a tall black man walking towards him, but because of his figure, it looked like a child hugging an adult, which seemed a little funny.

"Hey, Finny, why are you free to come to my place today, who is this handsome guy, wow, I like the tattoo on his hand." The tall black man gave Finny a hammer after hugging On his chest, he has very little hair, his head is almost bald, and he speaks very fast, like a rap.

"This is my new friend, Di Yang from China, you can call him Dick Yang, of course, he has a cool tattoo, an evil dragon."

"Hey, how do you know what my tattoo looks like?" Yang Di was taken aback. He felt that except for the dragon's tail showing slightly on his exposed half arm, most people should not be able to see it.

"Ha, it's strange that you understand me." Finney laughed, ignoring Yang Di's surprise.

"Nice to meet you, buddy." Smith held out his hand.

Yang Di shook hands with him lightly, and responded politely: "Nice to meet you, Smith."

"I introduced him to play basketball in your team. You can test him. I think he should be a good basketball player. Look at his thick body and powerful arms, just like a Siberian A brown bear." Finney gestured at Yang Di's figure, and straightforwardly explained the purpose of his visit.

Smith raised his brows, "Come to play basketball?"

"Yes." Yang Di nodded.

"Tsk tsk, what position is he playing?" Smith became interested, and looked up and down carefully at Yang Di.

I saw that Yang Di was about the same height as him, estimated to be about 2 meters, with broad shoulders and a thin waist, a burly figure, thick knuckles, and sharp eyes.On the feet is a pair of the latest Jordan 03 basketball shoes. The metal shoe box is matched with the embossed trapeze logo, giving people a luxurious and atmospheric feeling.

"Inside." Yang Di replied simply.

"Inside? Can you be clearer? Is it a power forward or a center?"

When he was on the street court before, there was no distinction between power forward and center. Now that Yang Di was asked to answer his specific position, he was instantly stunned, because after all, he was just a wild player after all. professional basketball training.

On the contrary, Finney was extremely clever, and immediately took over what Smith said, and said, "Power forward, this guy told me that he is an excellent power forward."

"Power forward?" Smith groped his chin, showing a embarrassed look: "This is a bit troublesome, I am also a power forward."

"Oh, I misremembered, it's the center forward." Finny became extremely quick, showing a mean smile.

"Haha, in short, it doesn't matter what position you play. During this period of time, our team is recruiting and buying horses. Many street basketball masters have come here to participate in trial training. I think your body proportions are very good. You should be a very good player. Not bad basketball player, so, come on, let's go to the field and try our ability." Smith was still very kind, and immediately invited the two of them in very generously.

"By the way, where is your coach?" Yang Di asked, and Smith directly invited him in for the test, which made him feel very strange.

"I'm the coach. I'm the player and the head coach. I founded the Windbirds." Smith had a proud look on his face.Yang Di realized that he had asked a stupid question. When Finney was in the lobby of the building, he seemed to have said that his buddy was the head coach.

The players on both courts are practicing seriously, and it looks like a lot of people.

"Some of the venues here are Windbirds players, and some of the venues are rented out to outsiders. This place is open around the clock. You know, in Chicago, the basketball atmosphere is very strong. Basically, people come here every day. ’” Smith said with a smile.

The courts are used at half court, and three people pass through the middle of the first court and come to the second court.

The second stadium obviously has fewer people, but there are more equipment and equipment. Four tall players wearing uniform khaki jerseys are practicing shooting in the half court, and two short defenders are holding basketball balls back and forth. Practice dribbling, there are specially set obstacles in the middle of the court.

"Well, this is our Windbirds team. For the time being, there are only seven people including me, which is exactly one less than the standard list of eight people." Smith's face became more colorful, and he was thinking, such an excellent venue, such a variety of equipment and equipment , in the second-level league, it is basically considered advanced, and it still doesn't calm you down.

At this time, Yang Di was crazily complaining about the ugly jersey of the Windbirds in his heart. Why is it not pure white or pure black?
(End of this chapter)