NBA villain

Chapter 29 Failed Trial

"Beep," a whistle sounded.

The 10-minute performance countdown officially begins.

The black teammate who was about the same height as Yang Di stood inside, then stared at Yang Di, with obvious meaning, "The inside line is handed over to me, you go out."

But the problem is that Yang Di himself is also an insider, and coupled with the power forward position of the test, he drifted outside for no reason.

When he was struggling with defense, the point guard in the yellow vest rushed in with a single Shunpo.It is undeniable that those who dare to come here to try their luck have two brushes. Yang Di only looks at the speed and frequency of the point guard's breakthrough, and he doesn't know that it is higher than those players he encountered in the second-tier league.

"Ding, instant mission, trial training rating - through a short on-court match, show your own characteristics, and get a rating above B level. Mission reward: 200 villain points."

200 points?Yang Di's eyes were red.This is the highest mission reward he has ever encountered, and the main missions are rarely so generous.

The black player defending him was very surprised. He felt that the guy in front of him seemed to be a little different. What was going on with this bull-like murderous look?

"Bang!" The black point guard who broke through flew up and dunked.

Yang Di looked regretful in his heart. If he was still on the inside just now, the ball should be able to be put down. It seems that although the black man bounces well, he is so much taller after all.

The red team attacked, and Yang Di took the initiative to run out to set up a pick-and-roll for his teammates.

The teammate in possession of the ball waved his hand, directly indicating that there is no need for a pick-and-roll.

This?
The ball-handling defender made an exaggerated change of direction in front of his body, swung his long arms like an ape, and after a change from left to right, he chose to break through from the right.

Yang Di thought he was going to go in for a layup, and followed him to grab an offensive rebound.

Unexpectedly, the player who entangled him was very active in defense. He kept secretly tugging on his clothes, and then stretched out his arms to block himself. Yang Di frowned and rushed in with all his strength.

As a result, the teammate stopped immediately, facing the defensive player one step outside the paint and chose a jumper, and it hit!

The staff who did personal statistics on the sidelines smiled and took out a pen and paper to record, "Thompson scored two points in a jump shot, excellent ball handling skills, excellent shooting skills, slightly weak passing awareness, grade C+."

Yang Di turned back and ran back, and then there was another strong attack on the opposite side. He changed to a small forward who was less than two meters away. He easily occupied a favorable position, but the rebound did not bounce in his direction, and was snatched by the defender rushing in from the outside.

Fast attack!

The teammates running wildly were like a small whirlwind. When Yang Di turned around and chased back, his teammates had already passed halftime and made a layup like carrying a dynamite bag.

Missed, the rebound was grabbed by the yellow team, and Yang Di turned back and ran back.

The yellow team played 4 in 2 in the frontcourt, and the two were Yang Di and the center forward. This time, the yellow team broke into the bottom corner. Yang Di only stuck the man behind him, but he didn't expect the defender who came in and rushed to grab it.

The defender dribbles two steps outward, an easy mid-range jumper, and the red team makes a second offense.

The Kings officials who were inspecting outside shook their heads, and at the same time made a red cross in the evaluation of Yang Di and his center teammates, with weak rebounding ability and weak defensive awareness.

There was some laughter from some of the onlookers during the trial training. Yang Di kept running back and forth on the field, as if he was doing running training.

The red team was attacking, and Yang Di hadn't had time to screen for his teammates this time.

The teammates made an exaggerated change of direction and broke through the opponent's defense. Attracted by the luxurious life of the NBA, their combat effectiveness has doubled, and their desire for personal performance is particularly strong.

This time Yang Di learned his lesson, and instead of following his teammates, he first tried his best to get rid of the defender who was entangled with him.

As expected, his teammates did not disappoint him. He made an emergency stop jump shot without looking at people from the middle distance. The shooting posture was a bit weird, and the angle of the shot was obviously not well grasped.

The basketball hit the rim and just bounced towards Yang Di. Yang Di was overjoyed and stretched out his hands to grab the backcourt rebound.

Suddenly, a red figure rushed over, and Yang Di collided with him. Two big hands, one yellow and one black, grabbed the basketball at the same time, and the basketball flew away irregularly under the combined force.

"Fuck!" Yang Di cursed loudly, and the black teammate also cursed, and the two glared at each other.

Then the point-flying basketball was snatched by another player from the yellow team, and he immediately started to launch a fast break.

The yellow team rushed to the frontcourt, the player at the small forward position made three big strides against the white teammate of Yang Di's team for a layup, the basketball rolled around the rim and rolled out, and was blocked by the red team behind him grab it.

You come and go on the field, there are no tactics, no rules, and it looks extremely chaotic.

In the 6th minute, the center of the red team missed a throw. Yang Di struggled to drive away the power forward of the yellow team and grabbed the rebound with one hand.

At this time, Yang Di was stunned by all kinds of brainless breakthroughs and brainless shots from his teammates. He didn't care about getting the ball, and jumped up with a loud roar. He grabbed the basketball with one hand and put it on fire. Hit thunderbolt dunks.

"Beep~" the whistle sounded.

"Foul you, big man with yellow skin." The power forward of the yellow team who was knocked down by Yang Di stood up with a look of disdain on his face. Looking at him, there was a sudden rub, and another unknown fire burst out.

"Foul, yellow power forward."

"My Cao, where did I foul? Did you make a mistake?" Yang Di couldn't understand it. Why did he foul? He just used a little force on the ball. From grabbing rebounds to dunks, where did he foul?
The referee glared at Yang Di. He didn't expect that someone would dare to attack him. Who did he think he was?
Jones on the sidelines covered his face, and his teammates and opponents on the field looked at him coldly. How could anyone be so careless?How dare you compete with referees before entering the NBA?
The king's officials thought for a while, and officially put a red cross on Yang Di's name, and added a line of small words: "I have a bad temper, and I can't keep calm on the court."

Yang Di stepped back, and within 10 minutes of the game, he only got one shot, which was the dunk just now.

After being blown off by the referee, in the 10 minutes of the game, he only grabbed 1 rebound, no points, no assists, no steals, no blocks, and no turnovers. The statistics were almost zero, and the presence on the court was the lowest. One player, all of them wear tinted glasses.

"This is worse than I imagined." Yang Di spread his hands, and the instant task failed.

"I didn't expect that your status would be more embarrassing than it is now, and the challenges you encountered were greater than you imagined." Jones sighed, thankful that he signed a short-term contract and hardly had to do anything by himself, Anyway, he is just contacting and grasping the teams in the league that conduct trial training. As for Yang Di's salary share after entering the NBA, he really dare not even dream about it now.

"Let's go, I'll help you find another team later, the king is out of luck."

Then Jones paused, hesitated and said: "Anyway, I will help you submit an application to the NBA committee to participate in this year's draft. of."

Yang Di pursed his lips, didn't want to talk, and felt depressed.

.....
A day later, Yang Di returned to Chicago. In the evening, he cooked a meal for the local tyrants in Highland Park, received his salary for this month, and his pockets gradually bulged.

He thought about it, and on the second day, he remitted [-] dollars to his family and left [-] dollars on him. If so, he will definitely have a relatively large number of joint trial training.

(End of this chapter)