Reborn NBA's Strongest Talent

Chapter 1 1. Undrafted Richard Richard

The Thunder general manager's office in Oklahoma City, Okla., on October 2016, 10.

A man is banging the table in front of the team's top leadership, "We need a win, Sam!"

"I should ask you this question, Billy." Sam Presti, who was sitting on the general manager's office chair, also had a serious face.

"Our outside firepower is insufficient!" The person who slapped the table was not an outsider, but the team's head coach Billy Donovan.

Since Kevin Durant left the Thunder in the summer as a free agent and joined the Golden State Warriors who defeated him in the Western Conference Finals, the Thunder has been looked down upon by the media, and the morale of the team has also declined. The new season is about to start. Without good reinforcements, the team's record will definitely plummet.

"It's just the preseason. You are still strictly controlling the playing time of the starters. It will definitely improve after the season officially starts." Presti also knows that the Thunder's seven-game losing streak in the preseason is a bit ugly for the Thunder, which was still a strong team in the league last season.

"We can't just think about relying on the starting players. The substitute players are not strong enough to win the game. We have already seen it in the preseason. None of the substitutes is stable." Donovan looked serious, and was slightly disappointed when he mentioned the substitute players.

"...None of them?" Presti counted some names, and Donovan shook his head.

"What's your request?" Presti frowned, but still gritted his teeth and asked this sentence. As a manager, the biggest support for the team is to find and excavate players according to the head coach's thinking, so as to make the team stronger.

"Three-pointers! Stable three-pointer ability!" Donovan replied decisively. Now there is no way for teams in the league without three-pointers to achieve better results, whether it is throwing off their opponents or chasing points.

Presti scratched his hair with both hands. Everyone knows that three-point ability is a necessary ability now, so a good shooter is rare in the market, and the contract is being targeted by various players before it expires.

"Okay... I'll get back to you tomorrow." Presti let out a long sigh of relief. The free market has already been exhausted at the beginning of the season, and each team will not sell players right now. This has become more difficult.

Donovan didn't say much, turned and left the general manager's office.

Where else can I find players?

Presti could only look at the scout report again, is it so easy to meet the hidden gems in the sea?
Because the draft rights had already been traded out before, the Thunder did not participate in the draft this year, and they did not take the scouting reports of the rookies seriously. At this time, Presti could only hold a glimmer of hope and slowly look through the undrafted picks that were not selected.

"Huh? The three-point ability is outstanding, but the physical strength is not enough, and the wingspan is not good... No wonder he lost, but if only three-point ability is needed, this should meet the needs of the team..."

Presti stood up, stroked his chin, and paced the office.

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October 10.At the Ford Center, the Thunder ushered in the last preseason game of the 24-16 season at home, against the Utah Jazz.

Thunder star Russell Westbrook played 25 minutes in the first half of the third quarter, and the team has been falling behind since then. The fourth quarter has just started, and it has reached 96:85.

11 points behind!
"Coach, let me play for a while." Westbrook's eyes were full of desire for victory. Although the preseason game was just an adaptive game for each team, the record and statistics were meaningless, but... let's take a breath!
"Your game is still to come." Donovan reassured Westbrook. He is also eager to win, but the team's record in the regular season is more important, and the health of the players must be guaranteed.

Westbrook sat back on the bench in frustration, wrapped his head in a towel, and slumped on the chair.

Donovan looked at Westbrook with empathy, and didn't say much. The team's tactical execution was in place, but the open three-pointer just missed.

Donovan looked up at a yellow-skinned, slightly thin player sitting at the end of the bench.

Presti gave himself a new signing.

The height and wingspan are not outstanding, and the thin body does not seem to be very powerful, but Presti patted his chest and said that he definitely meets his requirements...

It's a mule or a horse, pull it out!
"Li Cha." Donovan called out but got no response.

"Richard!" Donovan yelled, the grievance of the seven-game losing streak accumulated in his chest, and there is a high possibility of facing an eight-game losing streak, so it is inevitable that he will be a little irritable.

Richard, who was in a daze, realized this, and quickly came to the coach.

"Warm up and get ready to play!" Donovan quickly adjusted his state. If the coach can't stabilize, the players will be even more at a loss.

"Play?" Richard never expected that he would have the opportunity to play now. This is his first official game. Although in the "Talent Simulator", his score has reached 71, which is already the strength of an ordinary substitute player, but after all...

In my previous life, I was just an otaku, an otaku who only wore sneakers and lay on the sofa drinking fat house happy water. He was less than 1.8 meters tall and weighed more than [-]!

Even if I watch every NBA game, I can comment on all kinds of tactical moves and various offenses and defenses, but that's just talk on paper!
If it wasn't for Kobe's accident day, when he fainted and muttered the name "Kobe Kobe", he wouldn't have been bound by the "talent simulator" to Kobe's talent (upper limit: 95) when he came here.

The result is also because I know that the era of small balls is the world of three-pointers, and I give priority to training three-point accuracy, so that I have become this state now:
Strength: 60/85.

Speed: 76/92.

Skill: 65/96.

Bounce: 70/88.

Two-point shooting accuracy: 73/94.

Three-point shooting accuracy: 82/90.

Average: 71/95.

While Richard was thinking wildly, Donovan had already finished arranging tactics for him. Seeing Richard's earnest listening, he should understand... I guess.

"Play according to this idea, run a lot, and shoot the ball when you get an open spot. Do you understand?" Donovan emphasized heavily.

Richard just woke up like a dream, but he only heard the command "shoot when you get the ball".

Nodding heavily, Richard sighed inwardly. Fortunately, he first practiced three-point accuracy, and now he wants to chase points to get the coach's appreciation. Naturally, he has to shoot three-pointers. Based on his years of experience in watching football tactics and the ability of three-point accuracy of 82, it should be no problem.

The ball went out of the sideline, the ball was dead, and the Thunder replaced Richard.

"The Thunder continue to train new players, and now they are replaced by this year's undrafted pick Richard, wearing the No. 24 jersey." The on-site commentary was too lazy to say more. It was originally a calm preseason, and it was still training time when the starters were all off the court.

There are only a few spectators in the venue.

Richard stood on the court with a dazed expression on his face. It was too unreal. He actually stepped on the NBA stage one day, the highest hall of basketball.

"Defend your players!" Domantas Sabonis, who is also a rookie this year, reminded Richard.

Only then did Richard come to his senses, and followed closely the opponent's shooting guard.

The Jazz's ball was sent out quickly and came to the shooting guard. Richard stood still and stared at the opponent firmly, not giving the opponent a chance.

The shorter opponent raised the ball in a circle, stabbed out tentatively, and directly forced a breakthrough. Richard stood firm and blocked the opponent's impact with his body.

It was bounced off.

When there is an open space, the shooting guard directly pulls up a jumper, and the basketball hits the net.

98: 85.

Donovan frowned slightly. This thin yellow-skinned guy lacked strength and suffered too much on the defensive end.

The shooting guard made an easy jumper and made a muscle-flanking gesture at Richard.

Richard didn't care about this action, and threw himself into the attack.

But Richard was just running indiscriminately, and didn't follow the tactics arranged by the coach at all.

Fortunately, as long as you keep running on the court, you may get an open spot.

Richard scrambled here and there, and ran beyond the three-point line in the bottom corner, while the defender was blocked by his teammates two steps away.

The ball followed!

"Shoot when you get the ball..." Donovan's instructions sounded in Richard's mind, kicking the ground, bending his arms, and shooting in one go.

The opponent has gotten rid of the pick-and-roll and flew up.

"Beep!" Richard was knocked into the air, and the basketball arced through the air and fell to the ground.

Poor execution of tactics!Donovan frowned slightly, but fortunately, he shot quickly and got a chance for a foul free throw.

"I didn't touch him!" the opponent muttered to the referee, spreading his hands.

The referee shook his hand to signal Richard to execute the free throw.

Richard rubbed his arms, stepped to the free throw line, and made three free throws while his opponent stood in front of the paint for a rebound.

The slightly sore arm made Richard tremble when he made a free throw, and "dang" the ball hit the basket and bounced out.

"Hmph! Basketball doesn't lie." The foul opponent sneered.

"Missed the first free throw." The on-site commentary was lifeless.

Coach Donovan frowned even tighter.

For the second penalty, Richard carefully adjusted his breathing and shot again.

"Go back and play ping pong!"

When the shot was made, the opponent taunted him again, and Richard's hands trembled even more when he heard the words, and "dang" the ball hit the backboard.

"The second free throw... also missed." The commentary's words revealed endless disappointment.

Donovan let out a long sigh. The defense is not good, the offensive tactics are not executed, and the basic skills of free throws are so poor. What kind of player is Presti looking for?
"Hmph!" The opponent looked at Richard provocatively, and the corners of his mouth were full of contempt.

Richard was furious at this time. Talking trash is a culture in the NBA, but at this time the other party has already involved personality insults.

Have you forgotten the last era when the yellow skin ruled the interior in the NBA and got what it wanted?
Maybe you are not lucky enough to experience Yao Ming's era, so let's experience mine!

Richard closed his eyes fiercely.

"Do you want to activate all talents?" The talent simulator in my mind issued a beautiful female prompt.

　New book is online!New book is online!New book is online!Everyone is welcome to watch, different opinions and different idols, rational complaints, no harm to each other!Yes, I like Westbrook.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)