legendary basket god

Chapter 297 Crazy Data
When Lin Hao was sleeping, not only the pan was blown up in China, but even the United States was blown up.

With one of the NBA's official top five goals, Lin Hao immediately appeared on the covers of major sports editions, and the media all over the United States smelled money.

After all, in the first show, only one person occupies the top four of the five best balls, and this is the only one.

A large number of journalists from China and the United States crowded the city of Miami.

At this time, Riley was sitting in the office with a full head.

"How about the factory?" Riley looked out the window at the crowds.

"The nearest factory has been processed overnight, and 3 jerseys should be available tomorrow morning." The assistant said immediately.

"It's not enough, you should contact the Adidas headquarters immediately."

Now Lin Hao's jersey is hard to find. Countless fans went to the store to buy Lin Hao's jersey, but found none.

What surprised them even more was that even when they came to the main stadium, they still couldn't see Lin Hao's jersey.

The fans decided not to do it, which immediately caused protests.

Riley thought that the fans would like Lin Hao, but he didn't expect that Lin Hao had already made the fans so crazy in just the first game.

"What about the tickets for the day after tomorrow?" Riley asked.

"The ordinary seats have been sold out, and there are not many VIP seats left."

"You go and announce now that all VIP ticket holders will receive a set of Lin Hao's jerseys. The jerseys will be sold uniformly before the game the day after tomorrow."

"Ok."

"Wait, if you mark the VIP ticket, you can get the jersey tomorrow." Riley stopped the assistant.

Just after Riley asked his assistant to announce the news, not only the remaining VIP tickets were swept away in an instant.

Even the VIP tickets for the last home regular-season game five days later were sold out within an hour.

The next day

"Bob, what are you doing?" Lin Hao looked at Bob, who was fully armed, and said with a smile.

"Oh, don't you know anything?" Bob looked at the relaxed Lin Hao in surprise.

Then, Bob took the phone and showed Lin Hao the major sports news.

"Does that mean I'm angry?" Lin Hao said.

"You finally know," Bob said.

"Oh, this orange juice tastes good, would you like a glass?" Lin Hao said calmly, picking up a glass of orange juice.

"You are too calm." Bob walked around to Lin Hao and said.

"I'm handsome, so I should be angry." Lin Hao acted as if it should be taken for granted.

Bob looked helplessly at Lin Hao's sharp-edged, handsome face with fortitude, and all those muscles full of lines.

"Okay, you win." Bob said helplessly.

"However, let me tell you that there are thousands of reporters in Miami looking for you. If you don't want to be surrounded, you must disguise yourself later." Bob took out his hat and mask from his bag.

Next, Lin Hao dressed up in disguise, and saw a reporter standing in front of the hotel.

"They know I'm here?" Lin Hao lowered his head and asked in a low voice.

"No, they guessed that you lived in this hotel. It seems that you have to change hotels." Bob took Lin Hao to the underground parking lot.

It was only when he went to the American Airlines Arena that he realized that what Bob said was not an exaggeration at all, and Lin Hao realized that the battles he had seen before were nothing in front of him.

The most speechless thing was that the big man Winslow actually chatted with the reporters.

"Do you know the new player Lin Hao?" asked a reporter.

"Of course, he and I are good friends." Winslow said with a laugh.

"As far as I know, he came to Miami yesterday. Have you had any contact with him before?" the reporter asked.

"Haha, this, of course." Winslow lied more naturally than Lotte.

Fortunately, reporters are not allowed in daily training today, so Lin Hao can also train with peace of mind.

If yesterday's game hasn't made the Heat players realize the importance of Lin Hao.

But in the battle that I saw today, no one dared to underestimate Lin Hao.

"It's been a long time since we did basic team training." Lin Hao said in his heart.

From the original Tengyun team, to the college team, to the current Heat team, what remains unchanged is the simplest and most basic two-person pass and run.

What has become is, faster, stronger blocker.

After Lin Hao had a simple daily team training, Eric approached Lin Hao.

"Lin Hao, wait a minute, don't leave yet, go do a test with Luke." Eric said to Lin Hao.

"Lin Hao, hello, I'm the physical coach of the Heat." Luke said politely, holding out his hand.

"Hello."

Lin Hao followed Luke to the team's exclusive gym.

"Take off everything except the underpants." Luke said professionally.

"What the hell, you have to take off your pants for the test." Lin Hao complained in his heart, but he still looked for it obediently.

"Perfect muscles, perfect proportions, this world leader actually has such a perfect figure." Luke looked at Lin Hao's figure and saw a golden light.

Seeing Luke's shining pupils and the movement of swallowing saliva, Lin Hao couldn't help but get hairy.

"Can we continue?" Lin Hao said quickly when he saw that Luke stretched out his salty pig's hand to touch himself.

"You stand on this machine first." Luke asked Lin Hao to stand on a machine, and then attached seven or eight wire-like things to Lin Hao's various parts.

"Is the current technology really so advanced?" Lin Hao couldn't help asking, looking at the equipment like a sci-fi movie.

"[-]cm."

"[-] list ([-] catties)."

"The body fat content is 4.8%." Seeing this, Lu Xiang couldn't help but look up at Lin Hao again.

For top bodybuilders, aim for a body mass between 4% and 6%.

However, this physical content is not necessarily the most suitable for competition. According to different sports and personal conditions, the optimal body fat content is also different.

For most competitive sports and athletes, the competitive content is about 6% to 9% is the most appropriate.

But Jordan's body fat rate once reached 3% at his peak, so the most suitable standard varies from person to person.

But the body fat rate of 4.8% is one of the few in the league.

You must know that there are still many players like Harden who have eight-pack abs mixed together.

"Now test your lung capacity, do your best, and take a deep breath." Luke said while manipulating the machine.

"1000ml." Luke looked at Lin Hao as if seeing a monster.

You know, the lung capacity of a normal person is between 3000 and 5000.

Some professional players can reach 6000 after a long period of professional training.

Among them, swimming professional athletes are particularly high.

But it is rare to reach Lin Hao's vital capacity of 10000.

However, the lung capacity of Phelps back then reached a non-human level of 15000.

But in the nba, with a lung capacity of 10000, Lin Hao is definitely No.1 in history.

"Is this data true?" As a scout, Bob was very clear about what these data meant, so he couldn't help asking.

"Well, really." Luke said seriously.

At the same time, both Bob and Luke couldn't help wondering how much potential Lin Hao's body contained.

(End of this chapter)