i play basketball with kung fu

Chapter 20 Ling Bo's Exodus

At the end of the draft, LeBron James was surrounded by the media, asking various questions.

Ling Bo walked out of the talent show in a daze, and Xia Liu followed him unhurriedly. He didn't say a word to disturb him, he knew that Ling Bo was not feeling right now.

Can it feel good, being played like a monkey, if the Cavaliers told Limbo that they have better options at the beginning, he would definitely not feel so uncomfortable.But the Cavaliers have clearly told him that he will be selected in the second round, and James is the best witness.

So Ling Bo, like LeBron James, Dwyane Wade and others, is looking forward to the draft.Even if he is only a second-round pick, as long as he can play, he believes that with the passage of time, he can become a qualified NBA basketball player.

Things should be done in the south, and all things in the world should go to the east.

I would have my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon illuminates the ditch.

On the streets of New York, Ling Bo walked aimlessly. He didn't know what to do, lost his goal, and suddenly felt very tired.

What people fear most is despair. Even if there is little hope, there are still those with strong will who continue to persevere, but despair is too scary.

The weather, which was not bad at first, became sultry and gloomy just like Ling Bo's mood. As he was walking, he suddenly burst out laughing.

He hates cheating, it doesn't matter if he doesn't choose me, why did he lie to me, why did he give me hope and make me despair.

Ling Bo took a step forward and ran vigorously, he didn't know where he was going, he just wanted to vent.

Xia Liu chased after desperately, calling Ling Bo's name non-stop.

Ling Bo didn't know how he spent the day. In the evening, it began to rain heavily.

It was another rainy night, and Ling Bo heard the sound of heartbreaking again.

As soon as he returned to the hotel at night, Xia Liu immediately checked Ling Bo's body, he was afraid that Ling Bo wouldn't think about it, and he was playing with self-mutilation or something.

"It's okay, Ling Bo, the draft is not the only way to enter the NBA."

"The Cavaliers are too smart. They are out of their minds. There are so many forward players on the team, and they still have to choose forwards. They deserve to be at the bottom of the league."

Ling Bo said: "I'm fine, I'll be fine after venting."

He took out his mobile phone, and saw dozens of missed calls, most of which were from Xia Liu, James also called a lot, and there were a few unfamiliar numbers, Ling Bo didn't want to bother, maybe it was Percy and Christine calling The call to "congratulate" myself, perhaps the so-called "apology" of the Cavaliers.

"Let's go, have a drink." Ling Bo suggested.

For drinking, Xia Liu is quite fond of drinking. He usually asks Ling Bo to go with him, but Ling Bo refuses. If you have that time, you might as well train hard.

Ling Bo actually proposed it today, Xia Liu must agree.

In his previous life, Ling Bo wandered the rivers and lakes with one person, one sword and one jug of wine, indescribably chic, but now drinking wine, indescribably sad.

The two drank until very late, and Ling Bo directly drank Xia Liu down.

The next day, Xia Liu shook his heavy head, patted his forehead vigorously, and muttered: "Your grandma is such a leg, you don't drink when you are usually asked to drink, why do you drink so hard?"

"Hey, Limbo, I'm talking to you, are you still awake?"

In the standard room of the hotel, Xia Liu shouted at Ling Bo's bed.

Only then did Xia Liu realize that Lingbo's bed was empty and there was no one there, so he got up and searched around, but there was no sign of him.

He took out his mobile phone to call Ling Bo, but saw a message from Ling Bo, which was two hours ago.

Ling Bo's message read: Xia Liu, thank you, thank you for always training with me, training with me, drafting with me, you are my best friend.

I decided to disappear for a while, don't look for me, don't worry, I will come back.

Also, don't worry, I will not give up basketball. The reason why I left is also for better progress.

Everything is said in silence, when I return, I will sweep away thousands of troops.

Xia Liu sat down on the bed and said cursingly, "Day, you left me alone again."

"How could I have a brother like you."

When I come back, I will sweep away thousands of troops, Xia Liu believed, just like what Ling Bo said before, the world is uncertain, you and I are both dark horses, even though we lost the election, Ling Bo still did not give up.

The draft is not the only way to enter the NBA. After losing the draft, Ling Bo will become a free agent. As long as he can show his strength and talent and be discovered by the team, he still has a chance to sign.

Among the active players, Ben Wallace and Bruce Bowen were also not selected in the draft, but they still entered the NBA and are currently developing fairly well.

The enthusiasm for the draft has slowly subsided, and the NBA season has ended, and the news about basketball has suddenly become much less.

And Ling Bo, who was not selected in the draft, embarked on his own journey, and the first stop was Philadelphia.

It took Ling Bo a day to find his first target, Allen Iverson.

After the 2001 Finals, Iverson's performance was still outstanding, but the team's record was not as good as before, and coach Larry Brown was even more angry.

Why is Ling Bo here?
In order to study, he called his father and asked for a sum of money. He planned to visit some players in these two or three months.

After finding Iverson, Ling Bo started the thick-skinned stalking mode. Iverson didn't want to talk to him at first, but wherever he went, Ling Bo followed him. Iverson even threatened Ling Bo, and then followed him. He called the police, but in the blink of an eye, Ling Bo appeared in front of him again.

"I said little brother, what are you doing?" Iverson asked impatiently.

Ling Bo said: "I want to delay you for a few days, and learn with you the skills of ball control, changing directions in front of the body, and dribbling past people."

Iverson chuckled: "For a few days, you thought it was your Chinese food."

Ling Bo said: "Ten days, no, eight days, two hours a day is enough."

"As the league's scoring leader and one of the best guards in the NBA, there must be someone to inherit your skills. You have to train anyway. Teach me by the way, and I can pay you."

Iverson still refused. He was not short of money, and he didn't want to teach an NBA draft pick. He was still young, and it was too early to inherit his skills.

Iverson went home and closed the door.

The next day Iverson got up and went to practice with a basketball, but he saw Ling Bo waiting outside the door. Iverson was a rebellious and free-spirited person, but seeing Ling Bo's perseverance, he couldn't help but wonder. Moved, he reluctantly agreed.

Iverson has his own private stadium, and their training is here.

Iverson may be an excellent guard with top scoring and assists in the league, but he is not a good teacher.

At the beginning of the training, he demonstrated his movements and asked Ling Bo to follow suit, but how could Ling Bo do it at this stage? Iverson’s evaluation was "slow and uncoordinated" and "Why are you so stupid?" "Isn't it okay to do this first, then this, and then that?"

Ling Bo was sweating from embarrassment, big brother, why don't I teach you a set of Lingbo Weibu and you try it?

Ling Bo didn't complain, if he failed once, he would do it ten times, and if he failed ten times, he would do it a hundred times.After two hours of training every day, Ling Bo would always find a corner where no one was around, and practice over and over again.

When I went back the next day, Iverson's expression was the same as Xia Liu's. How could it be possible to improve so fast? You must know that his skills have been honed through many games, and he can do it in just one day.

Now Ling Bo only has his form, but not his spirit.

Iverson understood, no wonder he said eight days is enough.

The daily teaching is both difficult and easy, dribbling for a layup, dribbling for a change of direction, and dribbling for a passerby. Although Iverson’s teaching has no rules at all, he can teach whatever he thinks of, but Lingbo has no problem with these things. Accept it all at once, and go to practice after class every day.

The training is very hard, and the cultivation of internal strength and lightness work cannot be neglected. He only sleeps for 8 hours a day, and the rest of the time is spent on cultivation and training. Fortunately, Ling Bo, who has internal strength, is different from ordinary people, otherwise he would have collapsed from exhaustion.

Iverson was gradually convinced by Ling Bo, surprised by his talent and perseverance, and increased the two hours a day to three hours. As for the remuneration, Iverson said that when Ling Bo enters the NBA, he will be charged double when he signs the contract. , Of course this is just a joke.

I stayed in Philadelphia for [-] days and trained with Iverson for [-] days. Iverson himself added those two days, and every day he sent a massacre-style one-on-one match to strengthen Ling Bo's defense. It's a defensive hole in itself.

(End of this chapter)