NBA: I, the god of the front

Winter in New York has always been very cold. Although there has been no heavy snow yet, the weather outside has long been unbearable.

And tonight is the annual Christmas Eve, and the streets of New York are already full of excitement.

But this only belongs to their locals. For Yang Yang who lives in a foreign country, Christmas is not that important.

What's more, Yang Yang's top priority is to complete the system tasks, and then wait for the second short contract.

In the venue at this time, the two young Van Gundy were walking towards the door, and they were still discussing Yang Yang's performance tonight, thinking that he was just a flash in the pan.

After all, in this league, there are too many players like him, so I don't think he will go far.

This was just heard by Yang Yang who came in. Of course, Yang Yang came here in such a hurry, and by the way, he also came to him to fulfill his promise.

"Hey, Yang, why are you here on Christmas Eve?" Miller was shocked and embarrassed when he saw Yang Yang appear.

Little Van Gundy looked up and saw Yang Yang looking at him, so he could only shrug his shoulders to ease the embarrassment.

But it was unexpected to see Yang Yang was carrying a backpack. Is he here for training?
Less than half an hour after the game, he should go to enjoy the joy brought by Christmas Eve, why should he train?

Coupled with his injured ankle, it is necessary to torture himself for the contract?
"Hey, Yang, you shouldn't be here at this time. At least, you should recover from the injury on your foot first." Little Van Gundy stretched out his hand and said.

Yang Yang thanked him for his concern and said with a smile, "Thank you, but these are trivial things. I want to prove to you that I can go further in the NBA and become the core of the team in the future."

Little Van Gundy almost didn't spit out, and took the opportunity to show disdain for Miller.

Miller smiled politely, "Listen, Yang, I appreciate your confidence. Your performance tonight is full of hope, but you have to remember to keep a low profile at all times. This is a competitive environment. League, egos will destroy you."

Yang Yang has a system in his body, as long as he completes the tasks assigned by the basketball god, he will definitely be able to dominate the league.

In the face of their disdain, there is no need to explain too much, just hurry up and complete the task.

Putting down the backpack and taking off the training clothes, the biceps are pitifully small.

This is the natural physical fitness, which cannot be compared with LeBron and the others.

Little Van Gundy shook his head and signaled Miller to leave quickly.

After Yang Yang put on his shoes, he pushed them with a little force. It felt a little painful, but he could still hold on.

Picking up the basketball, just about to shoot, his eyes fell on the two who had already reached the door, and then he took the ball back and shouted at little Van Gundy, "Hey, Director Fan, you lost tonight, where is my mysterious little gift?"

Yang Yang's voice was not loud, but it was very loud in the empty arena, which shocked several stadium managers.

Little Van Gundy turned his head, and Yang Yang was staring at him, showing no sign of flinching.

"Haha, you did lose, you should keep your promise." Miller couldn't help but sneered.

Originally, this small gift was for Yang Yang's return ticket, and it was just a joke, but he didn't expect him to take it seriously.

"Oh, kid, don't take it seriously, let's think about how to get a second short-term contract first." Little Van Gundy smiled humorously.

"It turns out that the famous Director Fan is just a liar who is willing to bet and refuse to admit defeat, haha." Yang Yang smiled, and did not intend to let it go.

Little Van Gundy was a little annoyed, but he was right, he did lose tonight.

In order to save his face, little Van Gundy could only ask with a smile, "Then what gift do you want?"

Yang Yang picked up his mobile phone and said, "It's eleven o'clock in the evening, and I will make a thousand three-pointers in three hours. I want you to go to Manager Max and help me get a second short contract."

After finishing speaking, Yang Yang stepped into the court, touched the baseline three-point line and directly made a three-pointer. The ball passed through the net steadily and made a crisp sound.

Little Van Gundy felt that Yang Yang was crazy, and making a thousand three-pointers in three hours was barely a challenge for him.

But when it comes to the contract, it should be his agent.I have nothing to do with him, why go?
"Oh, I think you should keep your promise." Miller patted little Van Gundy on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Old Fan, I wish you good luck. I have to go back to enjoy this rare holiday with my family."

Little Van Gundy was a little embarrassed. He didn't expect that he would blackmail him into asking for a contract for an unintentional move.

But with Yang Yang's performance tonight, Van Gundy Jr. is confident to help him get this short contract.

Just give him another chance to stay in the league.

Immediately, he called Max...

On the court, Yang Yang was close to crazy, shooting three-pointers around the three-point line non-stop.

Every time he makes a shot, Yang Yang will deliberately pay attention to the changes in the shape of his hands.

A real pitcher has his own fixed hand shape, which does not change every time he takes a shot. Even in a high-intensity defensive state, he can still maintain the correct hand shape.

It's just that tonight's shot is not very ideal. Due to the ankle injury, every time I jump up, it will bring pain.

Pain will affect the height of the jump, so that the hand shape of the shot cannot be guaranteed.

In the previous [-] shots, he hit [-] balls tightly, and the hit rate was pitifully low.

Yang Yang was a little anxious. According to this hit rate, it would be almost impossible to complete the task within three hours.

No, it must be ensured that the shot will not be affected by the ankle injury.

So I wrapped two more layers of bandages on the ankle, and then padded the feet. After finding that it was much better, I continued to cast.

It may be due to the blessing of the system, Yang Yang felt that his physical fitness was much more abundant.

Even though I shot two hundred shots with injuries, I didn't think it was too strenuous.

Reduce the impact of pain, coupled with the role of the system, the three-point shooting rate has indeed improved a lot.

For the next one hundred three-pointers, thirty goals were directly hit.

After consecutive hits, Yang Yang will first slow down his shot speed and keep the same hand shape as the previous hit.

After the shot is missed, I will think about how to adjust the handle shape back.

With such a rule, Yang Yang quickly mastered a comfortable hand shape.

Another two hundred balls were thrown to adjust the shape of the hand, and the hit rate is still rising.

But it is still far from the goal of improving every point.

After throwing [-] balls, Yang Yang was already sweating profusely.

His wrist started to ache, and he kept shaking the ball while holding the ball. At this moment, even the security guard who was about to lock the door shook his head repeatedly when he saw this scene.

But seeing Yang Yang working so hard, he couldn't bear to disturb him, so he stepped forward and said, "Yang, let me pick up the ball for you."

There is an unwritten rule in the NBA, that is, the training of the team's big-name stars is accompanied by trainers.

As for role players, they can only train alone, and picking up the ball has become the most time-consuming job.

Of course Yang Yang would not refuse such kindness, he stepped forward to thank him and said, "Thank you very much for helping me, thank you."

Then, with the security guard helping to pick up the ball, he shot [-] balls in half an hour.

Hit rate has been increased to 40%.

But only an hour had passed, and the high-intensity three-point practice had exhausted Yang Yang.

Seeing Yang Yang support his knees and panting heavily, the security guard smiled and said, "Yang, you need to rest. Tonight's training volume has reached the standard. Come back tomorrow."

"No, my task is not over yet, I can continue."