field coach

Chapter 1 Hello, I am a scout for the Magic team, are you interested in playing?

"From today, you are a scout for the Magic, congratulations."

"Thank you Magic for giving me this opportunity, I will definitely discover potential talents for our Magic!"

Having won this valuable job opportunity, Kyle walked out of the Magic arena humming.

Driving his second-hand small broken car, Kyle slowly prepared to go back.

"First of all, we need to print a box of business cards. We are also people with status."

I found a printing agency by the side of the road, went in and explained it, and then came out smoking a cigarette and waiting.

Next to it was a wild field. Kyle walked to the guardrail and looked into the field.

On the court, a very young player rushed into the inside line at a very high speed, and dunked the ball in through the opposite center.

"Wow, cool~" Kyle watched the game on the court with great interest.

As a professional scout, being recognized by NBA teams shows that Kyle's eyesight is very high.

However, the more Kyle looked at his face, the more strange it became, and the more serious he looked, and at the same time, there were doubts and joy in his eyes that could not be concealed.

"This style of play is like Hardaway in Memphis, and a bit like Grant Hill in Duke, but it's definitely not the two of them. I still know them. Could it be that, God bless, I picked up a treasure?"

Kyle couldn't wait to walk into the court.

He just stood quietly on the sidelines watching the young man's performance, trying to maintain his demeanor.

"Does this look like a professional NBA scout? When I reveal my identity later, he must be stunned." Kyle imagined the plot of the meeting later in his mind.

Kyle, who was already on the verge of ASMR, finally waited until the end of the show.The young man packed up his things and walked outside the court.

Kyle hurried up to stop him.

"Young man, wait a moment."

The young man looked at him suspiciously: "What's the matter?"

"I'm a scout for the Orlando Magic, and this is my business card." Kyle handed over his business card confidently, feeling that the matter had been 90% successful.

But the script was different from what he thought, and the young man took the business card with a strange expression.

"Magic scout? New here?"

"Yes, huh? How do you know?"

"Because all the Magic scouts know me."

Kyle instantly felt a basin of cold water poured from his head.

"It turns out that it has been preempted."

Seeing that Kyle's face turned blue and white, the young man laughed.

"You misunderstood, but don't worry, you can see me in the Magic next year."

Kyle raised his head in surprise, wanting to explain something.

"It's not what you think, boy, the NBA is not so easy to get into. I haven't even seen your name in the draft predictions, and you don't necessarily want to play for the Magic."

Although he didn't know that this young man played so well, but he seemed to know nothing about NBA rules, Kyle was going to explain it to him.

The young man waved his hand and interrupted Kyle.

"Speaking of which, I'm still your boss. Let me introduce myself. My name is Michael DeWeese. I think we will meet again soon."

Swinging the backpack in his hand onto his back, the young man waved his hand and left without looking back.

Kyle stared blankly at the back of the young man leaving.

"Deweese? This surname is so familiar, huh? Isn't the big boss's surname Deweese?"

The business card in Kyle's hand fell to the ground.

"This is... the boss's son?????"

Davis walked on the way back, recalling the performance of the rookie scout just now, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

For the past few days, he has been thinking about what he should do in this life he traveled through.

Whether to be a rich second generation happily, or to fulfill the unfulfilled dream of one's previous life.

But passing by this field today, the love for basketball that has been suppressed since time travel was suddenly detonated.

"I want to play basketball. Since God gave me this opportunity, I will make a name for myself in this era!"

He stepped onto the court, ready to try how much of his previous life's skills were left.

The original owner's physical talent is excellent, but he is a bit of a mess. It may be because of the good living conditions. He has always regarded basketball as a hobby. He has top-notch physical talent, but the training of basketball skills has always been three days of fishing and two days of netting.

However, relying on his top physical fitness and half-baked skills, he received a full basketball scholarship from the University of Florida after graduating from high school this year.

Although the University of Florida is not a strong NCAA team, it is still a Division I team.

It also gives DeWeese the best pedal, because he's not yet 18 this year, and for some reason DeWeese started school a little younger than the others.According to the current NBA regulations, although high school students can participate in the draft, they must be at least 18 years old before they can sign a contract.

At this time, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind.

"The Stadium Ruler system is enabled, because the system has not been fully repaired yet, it is now a trial version, and more functional systems will be activated after the system is repaired."

Davis was pleasantly surprised.

"This is the travel benefit that every traveler must bring. Is it the legendary system? I don't know what is the use of my system. Can I change the attribute? Or can I get the ability value by doing the task? Or just give me a full-level queen size of 99?"

Then, another set of data emerged in DeWeese's mind.

"Michael DeWeese, age: 17 years and 125 days, height: 191CM, weight: 85KG, position: PG/SG, ability value: C+, potential: unknown, offense: C+, defense: C-, body: B, organization: B+, more data: unknown. This data is a trial version data, which can be upgraded to a digital display after complete restoration."

"Is this... my body data?" Davis looked at his body data for a while, and couldn't help but become more curious about the system.

After waiting for a while, Davis confirmed that his system had no other prompts.

"It's gone? I just gave you an awesome name, and didn't even introduce what you do? Is there such an unreliable system?" DeWeese was dumbfounded. The systems that other people carry with them when they travel are all directly full of three points, or they can be used to send ability points, or they directly bring a dynasty system. When their own system came out, they said a few words, and then they started playing and disappeared?
Tried all the methods, even Alibaba shouted out, but there was still no way to wake up the system again, Davis finally gave up, the look of disappointment was palpable.

"Silver-like pewter tip, fancy but not useful, he-tui!" Despising his own system, Davis finally returned to reality.

Disappointment is disappointment. Now that I have determined the path I want to take, the first thing I need to do is to understand my current strength.

After returning home, Davis had a simple meal and was going to practice again.

DeWeese went back to his room, opened the closet, took out a jersey, and opened the small compartment dedicated to shoes.

That's right, he has a special compartment for basketball shoes. In addition to his own sneakers, the compartment also stores all styles from AJ1 to AJ7. It can be seen that the original owner is an enthusiastic Jordan fan.

He took out a pair of his own sneakers, and looked at the sneakers quietly placed in the shoe cabinet.A figure seemed to appear in front of his eyes. That person had just appeared on TV, holding two trophies in his hands, enjoying the highest glory of basketball.

"Michael Jordan."

Putting on his sneakers, DeWeese came to the court in the backyard. As the top richest man, it was too easy to build a court in his own home according to DeWeese's requirements.

A familiar touch came from the palm, and Davis subconsciously started to move.

Gradually, all the feelings of the previous life came back, and Davis seemed to return to the time when he played before.

Calf muscles tensed suddenly, and he sprinted to the hoop with the ball, jumping so high that his head almost hit the backboard.

A very easy windmill dunk, Davis smashed the ball into the basket.

"This physical fitness is really amazing."

After landing, he looked at his hands, intoxicated by the sense of strength this body gave him.

Then, he took the ball and walked beyond the three-point line.

The muscle memory brought about by more than ten years of training in the previous life seemed to have never left, and Davis threw the ball in very naturally according to the rhythm of his previous life.

"brush!"

The friction sound from the basketball passing through the net was still so moving, and Davis took a few more shots to make sure that his touch was exactly the same as his previous life.

Then, he started dribbling on the court.

The ball bounced around his body flexibly, as if it had a life of its own under the manipulation of those hands.

In the cold night, there is only one player on the court, a teenager practicing.

Under the reflection of the street lights on the sidelines, the boy's shadow was stretched very long.

After practicing until late at night, Davis returned to the room with the ball in his hands.

He has never been so eager to step on the stage that he has always wanted to step on in his previous life.

The league at the top of the pyramid in the basketball world-NBA.

(End of this chapter)