Reborn NBA's Strongest Talent

Chapter 29 29. The Paradise
Practice more!

Now that there is still a little time in the evening, Richard came up with this idea.

In addition to taking a plane at night for the away game, and extra training in the evening for the home game, the time for other nights is still free.

Being underestimated by so many people, no matter what, I have to fight for my breath. I didn't have that talent before, but now I have opportunities and can't waste them, let alone dreams.

"Hi! Richard, what are you doing here at night?" Tom, who was guarding the arena, called out to Richard who was in a hurry, "The arena is not open, do you want to come to play?"

As the staff of the team's home arena, they are very familiar with every player, among which Richard and Westbrook are even more familiar, and they often come to train in advance.

"Tom, hello! Can you go in and play for a while? Just for a while." Tom usually has a good personality, and occasionally chats with Richard.

"No, no, you are embarrassing me." Tom refused, while looking at Richard, his whole body was wet, it seemed that he should have just finished training, why would he still want to play.

"Tom..." Richard drew a long voice, pretending to be pitiful and innocent.

"Don't do this! It's disgusting!" Tom stomped his feet angrily, "Do you know how much it costs to open the arena at night? How could I open it for you, you are not Russell!"

Richard pursed his lips, and it is true that he took advantage of Westbrook's training every morning.

The two fell silent.

Tom continued to look at Richard. This yellow-skinned young man has been working very hard for the past few weeks. He even came earlier than Westbrook every day, although it was only 5 minutes earlier...

I heard that he is still working out and gaining weight. Such a serious and hardworking player is really a treasure. The team is very lucky to have such a player.

Tom's thoughts moved him.

"That, Richard..." Tom's words made Richard suddenly hopeful, his eyes sparkled, and he stared straight at Tom.

"Don't be so disgusting!" Tom wanted to punch that face. "I won't open the arena for you. But I can take you to a place where you can also play."

"Alas?" Say it earlier, if you know it earlier, you can have a place to practice at any time in the future.

Richard stepped forward and dragged Tom away.

Although Tom looks big and thick, Richard is a professional player after all, his height and strength are stronger than ordinary people, and he almost pulled Tom into a shit.

"I'm still on duty! What are you doing!" Tom was angry and funny.

It's funny because this impulsive and enthusiastic young man is very optimistic, but he is so angry that he almost dragged himself to the ground.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'm a little anxious, Tom, take me there quickly." Richard hurriedly clasped his palms together and apologized.

"Wait for me for another half an hour, I have to take over to take you there." Tom shook the arm that was pulled by Richard, and it really hurt a little.

After honestly waiting for half an hour, Richard finally waited until Tom got off work, followed Tom around, and the two came to a corner of an alleyway.

"Tom, is there really a stadium here?" After walking for 20 minutes, Richard finally couldn't help having doubts, and how could there be a stadium in the alley.

Tom gave Richard a hateful look, and brought you here to find a place to solve your problem. The opinion is still so big, but there is still a smile on the surface, "This is still a illuminated stadium, which can meet your training needs at night."

Half-believing, Richard can only be treated as a living horse doctor. He has only been in Oklahoma for less than a month, and training and competitions have taken up all his time. How can he find a solution without relying on these locals.

Finally crossed the alleyway and turned a corner at the end of the road.

It really is "the mountains and rivers are all doubtful and there is no way out, and the willows are dark and the flowers are bright and there is another village".

Richard was a little shocked by the sight in front of him.

Surprisingly, there was an open space almost the size of a standard golf course among the densely packed buildings around.

Iron mesh fence, shining lights, in addition to not being the length of a standard court, this site is actually two halves.

The hoops are high quality, the backboards are clean and like new, and there's even a net.

It can be seen that the people who maintain here have spent a lot of thought and effort.

"This……"

"This is where I'm going to bring you. Young people in the vicinity will come here to play. It's late today, and it seems that they all went home." Tom touched the barbed wire fence, as if he was touching a baby.

"Great! Is it free here? How do I get in?" Richard was already excited. With a basketball court with such conditions, training is guaranteed.

Just now Richard was still worried that there would be a hoop in a corner, maybe the hoop was crooked, the hoop was rusty, and he didn’t even know where the three-point line was.

Tom has already stepped aside and opened the iron gate, pouted, "You can enter here, of course it's free. The question is, do you have a basketball?"

"Uh..." Richard, who was used to training in the arena and didn't need to carry the ball by himself, was stunned, "I left in a hurry and didn't bring it."

Did you bring it or did not!

"I know you don't. Here!" Tom took out a basketball from his backpack.

Spalding, this is the game ball in the arena.

"There may be errors in the feel of using other balls." Tom laughed jokingly.

"You stole the ball?" Richard was surprised and delighted, but don't be punished by the team for himself.

"You took it, I don't know anything." Tom threw the ball to Richard, then leaned against the barbed wire, and whistled.

Taking the ball into the court, Richard fell in love with it even more.

The ground is not cement, but a plastic floor with a certain degree of elasticity, which can simulate the indoor feeling to the greatest extent, and also prevent the sneakers of golfers from being worn out so quickly.

Control the details!

In this way, the construction cost of this stadium is not low, plus maintenance and electricity bills for shadowless lights at night, it will cost a lot of money.

But this kind of stadium is actually free to use, the municipal government dare not build it like this, and the residents around here probably won't raise funds to do this.

It's incredible.

"What are you still doing in a daze? Hurry up and train." Tom didn't leave all this time, just wanting to see Richard's training on this field and know how he feels.

"Okay." Putting down the bag, Richard ran a few times casually, moved his joints, and slapped the ball a few times. His body was still in a state of exercise, and he didn't need to warm up.

Then shoot.

Outside the three-point line, one hit.

"Papa papa" Tom clapped his hands aside, "It looks like you are very satisfied, then you can train here, I'm leaving first, I'm going to rest after a day's work."

"Thank you, Tom!" Richard waved goodbye to Tom.

Then he threw himself into his training.

Break through the dribble, step back and shoot.

……

On November 11, the Thunder challenged the Indiana Pacers in an away game. Without Paul George playing, the Thunder narrowly won by 20 points and won three consecutive victories.

Richard scored 10 points on 6 of 3 shots in 8 minutes, and his contribution was not great.

And Donovan saw that Richard's physical fitness was not enough, so he didn't play long.

Let alone breaking through 20.

However, Merritt did not say how long it would take for Richard to break through in the bet, or what to do if he lost, so take it slowly.

Merritt did not come forward to criticize or laugh at Richard, after all, it is unnecessary and impossible for a famous commentator to stare at a small substitute player.

Things didn't seem to be making enough waves, but Richard's evening practice was all going on.

On the 21st, Richard came to the stadium again.

This time he was familiar with the road, and Richard came earlier, even trotting for a while on the road as a warm-up.

It was around 7:[-] p.m. in the laneway.

It was already getting dark, but the lights of the residents on the side of the road were much brighter than the last time Tom brought them over.

And the sound of basketball can also be heard, interspersed with the shouts of some children.

Richard came outside the barbed wire, and a fierce competition was going on inside.A few people who looked to be middle school students were playing with a slightly shorter person who might be a primary school student.

All kinds of running around, chasing the ball, messy defense, throwing shots that can't touch the basket.

Seeing Richard's heart warming, he remembered that he played basketball almost like this when he was a child. As a result, he didn't grow out of puberty, and he gave up basketball because he was not tall enough.

Just leave it as a hobby.

This time the situation gave me a chance to realize my dream.

Wiping his eyes wet with "sweat" slightly, Richard walked into the court and came to the other half.

The kids only played one half.

Richard's entry stopped the group of children who were playing, and everyone looked at Richard with strange eyes.

"Uh...Hi!" Richard waved his hand and tried his best to greet him kindly, "Go ahead and leave me alone."

Then start the warm-up training, try not to be awkward in these eyes.

"This man is so tall."

"Never met him."

"Is he here to play basketball?"

"Nonsense, is it here to beat you?"

"I wish I could grow this tall."

"Don't even think about it."

……

A group of chattering discussions without avoiding suspicion made Richard even more embarrassed.

He didn't dare to look at these children at all.

A few middle school students mixed in there stared at Richard, but Richard didn't look back and didn't know it. In the end, several middle school students left the stadium with hatred in their eyes.

Richard finished his warm-up and started his own training, still practicing step-back shots.

Only then did Richard realize that none of the children were playing, and they were all standing under the rack to watch Richard play alone.

"Why don't you fight anymore?" Richard was surprised, but he didn't stop his movements.

Keep practicing.

In a daze, Richard found that the tall middle school students didn't seem to be inside.

Maybe it's because I couldn't make any shots, so I didn't play.

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