Forward to the basket

This kind of training camp held before the NBA draft is a great opportunity for many players who are not considered "big names" to show their talents.

Being able to participate in this kind of training camp was a novel experience for Chen Feng, just like the first time he drove that Kenworth truck, it always felt a little fresh.

And the feeling of returning to New York from Las Vegas also made him miss the more than a month here, and the old liar Hammond.

It's just that the training camp is very urgent, which also delays his time to go back to the bar for a walk.

Although Hammond has never participated in such a training camp, he still told Chen Feng, "This is the only way you must go to enter professional basketball, boy, walk beautifully, and don't let me down."

As for the owner of the wine, Jim, he felt very excited after hearing the news, and even joked with Chen Feng, "Hey, Chen, if you can be on TV, remember to promote my wine! If I get rich, I will definitely give you free drinks in the future!"

Not to mention guys like Black Boy Williams, if Hammond hadn't stopped him, maybe they would have rushed to the training camp to find Feng Chen long ago.

"Chen, if you can enter the NBA, I think the expressions on the faces of those guys in Brooklyn must be very exciting. For this goal, you must also succeed. We believe you can!"

New York is not considered an unfamiliar city, it's just a month of life, it's not considered Chen Feng's home game, it's just good news for him to ease his current mood.

As for the blessings of those guys, Chen Feng still didn't think about it for the time being, after all, the matter was not yet settled.

In fact, most of the people in this training camp are fringe people. In addition to the players from the NCAA, there are also those who came from overseas to test the water, and there are many potential stocks who think they are qualified to play in the NBA.

Of course, whether it is a potential stock or not depends on the head coach, general manager and scouts.

The nba has a total of thirty teams, and in the two rounds of the draft, only sixty people can be lucky enough to enter the best basketball league in the world.

As for the thirty people in the first round, most of them are guys who have made a name for themselves in the NCAA, or outstanding players from Europe or other continents, and many of them have even achieved success.

It's just that the appeal of the nba is too strong, and it can attract those outstanding players to flock to it.

Every year, there are a lot of so-called hopeful stars trying to squeeze in, but very few succeed.

The rules of the training camp are not as complicated as Chen Feng imagined, most of the tests here are very simple.

It's not even those majors in Las Vegas, at least that's how Chen Feng feels.

"The resources here are limited. Do you think the NBA will focus most of its energy on marginalized people here? Also, I would like to remind you that Ryan and the others are obviously more professional than these people."

Looking at Chen Feng's expression at the moment, Tarkanian was able to guess the kid's mental activities.

"Old man, I didn't say anything, I just feel the attitude of these guys, they don't want to be selecting players for the nba team at all, especially their eyes, it's like looking at a group of poor people who are destined to be eliminated. I'm a little upset."

Chen Feng didn't distinguish anything from the old man. After all, Tarkanian's guess was right. He was very displeased with the attitude of those testers, and the eyes cast by some scouts wandering around the training camp.

"No way, there are at least 300 players who want to enter this training camp, and this does not include those who will definitely enter the first round. There may only be ten or less places left for you. Most of them People get dumped, that's a fact."

Unhappy, but Chen Feng understood that what Tarkanian said was the truth, although it sounded a bit cruel, but the ones who appeared the most in the training camp were not the lucky ones, but a group of eliminated ones.

"I don't know how many people's interest my data can arouse." Looking at the group of players trying to squeeze into the NBA, Chen Feng really didn't know if his tests were effective.

"Your data is not for those guys to examine. Those who need you already have a copy. As for whether you will be invited to do further tests, it depends on luck."

Tarkanian said that running around for more than a month was not in vain. If he didn't even have such a little face, then he really has been in vain for decades.

It's just that even he doesn't know how influential those data and video tapes will be.

With such an old guy by his side, Chen Feng always felt that he was lucky, at least he was much better than these people who were still anxiously waiting for others to choose him.

Although he has more connections than others, Tarkanian knows that this is not in the NCAA, he cannot call the wind and rain, so all that is left is to wait.

As for those duels, Tarkanian has no plans to let Chen Feng test the waters.

According to the old man's words, there are too many young boys here who want to enter the NBA. At this time, they are more like red-eyed gamblers, and they are very vicious when they start.

Although Chen Feng didn't care about such a level of confrontation, Tarkanian didn't want to take the risk.

At least before those old relationships responded, he didn't want Chen Feng to just rashly fight with others.

But just like Tarkanian estimated in advance, he was not fully sure, after all, this is the NBA, some friends and relationships will not become the weight to determine Chen Feng's future.

Out of the eight submissions, only three responded, while the other five politely rejected them.

"Listen old friend, it only takes 10 minutes to change your mind. I promise this won't be a trip to let you down. He's the type of player you want to sign just by looking at him."

"It really won't disappoint you, I promise. Oh... well... old friend, maybe the new head coach of your team has his own considerations in selecting players... then... don't bother, if there is a chance, See you in Las Vegas."

Although Tarkanian's voice on the phone in the bedroom was not loud, Chen Feng's ears had always been very good.

"The fifth call was all rejections." Chen Feng silently counted how many calls Tarkanian had received in the past two days.

He knew that the road to the nba would not be smooth, but what he didn't expect was that the old man worked so hard, and the result didn't look very good.

Chen Feng felt that being rejected was no big deal, he could go back to the training camp and compete with those people to see who was stronger.

It's just that he didn't want to see the old man in the bedroom, the depression hidden between his brows.

There's really no need to lower your profile for yourself, Chen Feng really wants to go over and have a talk with the old man.

After thinking for a while, he still didn't move.

It's all the old man's decision, and he can only hope that the next call will be good news.

God that old guy always likes to see those scenes when others are desperate, but suddenly you see the light of day.

The next two phone calls were good news, and one of them was an invitation from a scout who lived in the same hotel.

But what the other party said made Chen Feng feel his eyelids twitch uncontrollably.

"Jerry, if it wasn't for your face, I would never have made a special trip."

This sentence sounds a bit harsh anyway.

face?Can you turn a blind eye to such a big living person standing here?

Face is sometimes given, but most of the time it is earned by myself.

Chen Feng really wants to yell at these guys, open your dog eyes and take a good look at the men!

give face?I hope you don't regret saying this.

(A lot of friends asked me why I didn’t write ncaa anymore. This...mainly because...it’s true that not many people like to read the part of ncaa. Uh, I weighed it again and again, and I had to give up. In fact, I have checked a lot of things, but in the end I still gave up, maybe I will write a rumor or something in the future, and add this part...)