NBA: I can see real-time shooting percentage

Chapter 5 Signing!

5,

Swish.

This time, the Black shooting guard hit a long two-pointer off the pick-and-roll.

There are no complicated tactics in the G League. Most of them are the personal abilities of the players and some simple pick-and-roll tactics, which are efficient and simple.

Qin Ming received the ball, and the other four players tactfully walked to the bottom line and 45 degrees, leaving the top of the arc free for Qin Ming to play singles.

The latter looked at the arc top three-pointer with a shooting percentage of 75, the free throw line with a shooting percentage of 80.00%, and the restricted area with a shooting percentage of [-]%. He already had several singles plans in his mind.

The point guard of the black team took a defensive stance, and even patted his palm, signaling Qin Ming to come over.

The latter dribbled slowly and lazily, and made a few seemingly casual moves, but with a dribble under the crotch, Qin Ming's whole body turned to his front foot, and his back foot kicked the ground, making a digging step. The speed he raised instantly combined with the previous lazy and slow dribble made him pass the opponent's point guard in one step.

At this time, the center of the black team was ready to defend again, but when Qin Ming made a three-step layup, he faked a pass.

He held the ball with both hands, looking as if he was about to push the ball out, which made the opponent's center stunned, and then made a throw, and the basketball hit the net.

An understatement to score.

In just a few rounds, Qin Ming showed full court vision, passing accuracy, and understanding of the game. He seemed to be an NBA player.

He played with the Black team's defenders like children.

Jerry West's smile widened.

At this time, the morale of the black team has been completely wiped out.

They ran a simple pick-and-roll again, but it didn't work.

The White team launched another fast break.

Qin Ming's advancing speed was very fast, but he always kept behind his own small forward.

Two fast runners quickly launched a two-on-one in the frontcourt.

Qin Ming started and threw the ball into the air. The small forward caught the ball and dunked it.

Then, the point guard of the black team made a pass error, and the shooting guard passed the ball to Qin Ming, who was running forward. The latter threw the ball towards the ground. The basketball bounced on the ground with an arc, and landed accurately in the hands of the fast break small forward. He stood outside the three-point line for a while, and made a steady hit.

This round of training matches turned into Qin Ming's personal show, and even the small forward who kept asking for the ball began to shut up.

On the offensive end, he can take whatever he wants, can attack independently, can also use the pick-and-roll to attack, and can even connect the team's offense to drive the team to switch offense and defense.

But there are still deficiencies on the defensive end. He is too short, his wingspan is not long, and his weight is even lighter. He is easily targeted by the opponent as a weakness.

But if only as a substitute player, he is enough.

In the end, it still depends on how the team performs in the training games of the training camp and how it performs in front of real NBA players.

"Beep!"

The referee blew the final whistle, the players of the black team walked away lonely, and the players of the white team clapped excitedly in celebration.

"Good game, gentlemen, see you next time."

Jerry West said with a smile.

"Qin Ming, stay here for a while."

This sentence instantly extinguished the thoughts of the rest of the white team, but they actually understood it early in the game.

This kid is not a pool thing, he can definitely make it to the NBA stage.

However, this game was played very well, and the players of the white team were not too frustrated.

"The conduction of the ball is excellent, and the shooting percentage is also good. Qin Ming, I did not misread you."

Jerry West said with a smile.

"There's still a lot to improve."

"Come here at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, we can sign a two-way contract." Jerry West handed over a business card, "But I will not guarantee whether you can enter the rotation, nor will I guarantee whether you can be converted to a regular contract. This is a matter for players, not a business matter."

"I see."

"You're doing well, but you have to keep working hard."

Jerry West was a busy man and left after speaking.

Qin Ming looked at the business card in his hand and felt like he was dreaming.

"No. 8 of the white team, scored 28 points in four quarters, 15 assists, and 3 rebounds. He took 15 shots and made 13 hits. Your success rate is frighteningly high."

Kobe finally walked over from the sidelines and said to Qin Ming with a smile.

The latter said: "This is just a training match, it doesn't represent anything."

"First of all, congratulations, you have entered the NBA. Do you know who the opponents you are going to face next are the most powerful players in the world. They are the most powerful players in the world. They are all stronger than the group you played in the training match just now. No matter how poor their physical fitness is on TV, they are already the group of players with the best physical fitness in the world. Their golf intelligence, experience, and talent are all at the pinnacle of the world."

"I know."

"Then let me ask you, Qin Ming, are you ready to enter the NBA? The attention you receive is definitely greater than that of any non-All-Star player, even more than that of an All-Star player. But these public opinions will overwhelm you, and they will be a stone on your chest, making it difficult for you to sleep at night."

"I think I'm ready for everything."

Kobe smiled and high-five Qin Ming, and then they embraced.

"Go ahead and be ready for everything. No one hits the ground running. Take every game you play seriously, even if it's garbage time."

Qin Ming nodded, took a shower in the locker room, changed clothes and walked out of the arena.

Looking at the scorching sun outside, he couldn't help squinting his eyes. Looking at the busy city with people coming and going, he suddenly felt that the world was a bit strange.

Just yesterday, he felt that the world was sorry for him, that the world owed him a lot, but today, he got it all back.

He knows that there is credit for the real-time hit rate, but more of his own tears and sweat.

How many people dreamed of the league, how many people fell in this wave, but they managed to break through and became an NBA player.

Although it was only a two-way contract, Qin Ming would definitely give his all for this to prove that he was qualified for this position.

He'll go from garbage-time player to rotation, to big rotation, to sixth man, to starter, to star...

Qin Ming excitedly took out the phone from his pocket: "Hello, Dad?"

"Xiao Ming."

"I just talked to Jerry West, your son will be an NBA player soon, and he will be on TV soon."

"That's good, good."

The father's voice on the phone was very excited, as if he was more excited than himself.

"Then when will you come back? I'll take you out to show my family."

"Next offseason..."

(End of this chapter)