Reborn NBA's Strongest Talent

Chapter 36 36. I'm a Professional
Richard scored 18 points and was well received by Westbrook, which was quickly uploaded on the Internet.

Merritt, the commentator who had ridiculed Richard in the media and bet that Richard would never score 20 points again, appeared in the media again.

"He still didn't score 20 points. He played a relatively good game and only scored 18 points. Will Richard have a chance to exceed 20 points?" Merritt said in an interview.

Richard was speechless when he saw this message. It seemed that he had never offended Merritt, and it was impossible for him to have the opportunity to offend him. Why did he keep targeting him in the media.

Since we played an overtime last night and won the ball, the team's intensive training was canceled, which can be regarded as a holiday for everyone to rest and celebrate.

After finishing his fitness task in the morning, Richard decided to go to the stadium for training by himself in the afternoon, and he would not go to the arena. It would be embarrassing if the door was not opened for a while.

Familiar with the road, Richard came to the stadium again. The last time he was singled out with Sneijder three days ago, he didn't come for three days.

From a distance, I could hear the sound of playing on the court and the noisy voices of people, and I don't know if there is a half-time training for myself.

Taking a closer look, it was indeed overcrowded. There were bullfights in both halves, and there were people waiting for rotation off the field.

I finally paid by mistake.

Might as well try your luck at the arena.

As for playing with these ordinary people... Although it is not likely that playing chess with the stinky old man will become more and more stinky, and there will be no obvious progress.

Richard shrugged his shoulders, it seems that he can go back and continue working out.

"Hey! Richard!" Someone in the stadium shouted to stop Richard who was about to leave.

Not surprisingly, it should be Sneijder. I only know a few of them here, and I don't know the names of the others.

Richard turned around again.

"For me." Sneijder patted a young man standing on the sidelines, and then walked out of the field.

The young man was overjoyed and ran into the court to pick up the ball.

"You haven't come here for a few days, and you're going to leave as soon as you come." Ned smiled all over his face.

"Jason." Richard also greeted with a smile, "Isn't this all calling?"

Sneijder turned his head and looked at the two halves running chaotically on the court, and shrugged, "Yeah, their skills are too bad in your opinion."

"I'm not..." Richard wanted to explain.

Snyder interrupted Richard, and continued: "I can't use my full strength when I fight them, let alone you, but it's uncomfortable if I don't fight a few games a day. How about we practice a few more games?"

As he spoke, a light flashed in his eyes.

Fuck me, I'm here to train, not to train you.

"No, the two of us occupy half of the court, and everyone has to wait by the side." Richard refused without even thinking about it.

When Sneijder said, he also hoped to learn better skills from Richard. At the same time, he also knew that Richard was not on the same level as himself. If he wanted to ask others to give advice, he would definitely be rejected. "If you want to fight, it's just a word."

Then he went on to say: "Don't rush to leave, they have been playing for a long time, and they will let you train in a while. By the way, if you practice like this for a few days or not for a few days, is it because you are busy with work?"

Richard felt that it would be better for him to cut off the other party's thoughts, so he simply replied: "Actually, I am a professional."

"Professional? No wonder you are so powerful. Is it the Development League? Are you a player of the blue team?" Sneijder's eyes sparkled even more.

The blue team is a development league team that belongs to the Thunder alone, and the team is also in Oklahoma.

When Richard was thinking about how to answer Sneijder, a "boss" came from the other side.

It is Red Hair, Sneijder's little follower.

"Isn't this Brother Li Cha?" Oh, when did I become a big brother.

"Boss, did you watch the game last night? It was so fucking exciting." The red hair looked excited and just twittered to himself, "In the last 5 seconds, we were behind by 3 points, whoever cooperated with Westbrook in a tactic, tied the three points, and dragged into overtime. That ball was amazing!"

The red hair is talking about the game against the Nuggets.

Richard suddenly got a little excited, wanting to hear how everyone sees him.

"Did you sleep until just now?" Snyder interrupted the red-haired eloquence, "The one who is absolutely flat is... a rookie who just joined this year, and I can't remember what it is called."

"Yeah, that shot was so cool at that time, a three-pointer with a step back, a hundred-step piercer, a snap, and it was crisp and neat." It can't be seen that Hongmao's eloquence is a bit strong, "It is similar to the three-pointer with the step-back shot by Brother Richard at that time."

Richard originally wanted to hear their evaluation of him, but the more he listened to it, the more embarrassing he became, and he almost dug out a villa with his toes.

Sneijder was also a little embarrassed when he heard Hongmao talking about the last ball in front of Richard, but after thinking about it, Richard said that he played professionally and abused himself easily, so he was relieved.

Wait, Richard, professional, what's the name of that unbeatable rookie?

It seems to be called Richard!
"Jim, stop, stop!" Ned interrupted the red hair again, "Is that rookie named Richard?"

The red-haired Jim stopped talking and thought for a while, "It seems to be called Richard, hey? It's the same name as Brother Richard..."

Having said that, Jim's neck slowly turned around as if it was rusted, and he looked at Richard in a daze.

Sneijder also looked at Richard in astonishment.

Richard was even more embarrassed now, as if he was caught stealing something on the spot, and then returned it in full view.

"Didn't Jason just ask me if I was a blue player? Actually, I'm a Thunder player." It's better to admit it generously, as if you are deliberately keeping a low profile and pretending to be mysterious.

"Gudong" Sneijder and Jim gulped their saliva at the same time. This caught a living wild Thunder player. Even if it was a substitute player, it was a character that could only be seen on TV.

Young people in the slums have no chance to go to the arena to watch live games.

Looking at the two people's increasingly fanatical gazes, Richard's back was wet with sweat, which was too scary.

The two of them suddenly came up and began to touch Richard, pulling in various ways, touching his clothes for a while, pulling his trouser legs for a while. Richard, who had successfully gained weight, was as helpless as a little girl at this time.

"Jason Sneijder, you've changed your taste." Just as the few people were entangled, there was another sneering voice.

The voice was arrogant, cold, and unscrupulous.

The three of them separated in an instant, and Richard hurriedly tore his messed up clothes.

This scene is really shocking.

"Haha..." Not only one person came, but also a group of people.

Richard rolled his eyes, why do gangsters always come and go in groups.

"Hadadi! Shut up your stinky mouth!" I don't know if the two didn't deal with it in the first place or Sneijder was defending Richard, but he turned back anyway.

"Hey, it's so tall! Jason, the community competition is coming soon, this thin bamboo pole is your foreign aid, right?" Haddadi continued to taunt.

But listening to the tone, it turned out that they came here to inquire about the enemy's situation before the game.

Since it is a basketball game between communities, it has nothing to do with me.

It is impossible for him to use his profession to bully others as a hobby. In addition, the team also has a clear rule that players are not allowed to participate in any other competitions, which is written in the contract.

Since this is the case, then just clarify that you are leaving, "I am not..."

"It's just such a thin bamboo pole, what's the use of being tall. Look at our center forward!" There was indeed a tall and strong guy standing behind Haddadi.

Or it can be said to be fat.

He is about the same height as Richard, maybe a little taller, and his body shape is basically equivalent to two Richards, at least 130 kilograms.

At this time, the center forward was posing with bright muscles, showing his thick arms to Sneijder.

There should be more than just muscles.

"See, this size, this strength, this is the physique of a basketball player, you...cut!" Haddadi also sneered, his contempt for Richard was completely written on his face.

It doesn't matter, I have nothing to do with them, and it can be understood as a psychological game before the game. Richard smiled slightly, and was still going to pack his bag and leave here.

"Hadadi, I won't let you laugh!" Sneijder couldn't let the wind fall from his lips.

"Can't laugh? What can you do? Dunk on my head? Or do you want to fight me now?" Oh, let me go, the purpose of this test of strength is too obvious, and the use of provocation is too bad.

"I could dunk you on the head any time, including now!" But how could it actually work?You are enough, Sneijder. The group of people you are playing now is really not enough for the other party. Are you sure you don't want to call other people?

"Who gave you the courage? Is it the yellow skin?" Originally, Richard was only thinking of watching the show and going home after watching it, but Richard was very annoyed by Haddadi's rude words!

"It's no wonder that there are a lot of yellow skins in your community. I guess you can only find foreign aid like this." Haddadi was still spraying at Sneijder, and didn't see Richard whose face was getting darker and darker at all.

"How do you want to fight?" Richard couldn't bear it anymore, and directly accepted the gauntlet for Sneijder.

Sneijder looked shocked. He was ready to call other people over, but Richard picked up the conversation at this time. Is this to help him out?
Recalling what he said just now, Sneijder also instantly understood that Richard had been annoyed by Haddadi, and he was going to teach him a lesson.

"Hadadi! I advise you to take back what you just said, or you will regret it!" Haddadi will definitely not take it back, but Sneijder is trying to sell Richard, and tell Richard that we support you.

"Regret? Don't say that we bully you too much, three-on-three, 11 points, do you dare to come?" Haddadi laughed loudly, not paying attention to the opponent at all.

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