Reborn NBA's Strongest Talent

Chapter 124 124. Kobe Bryant Training Camp (for Subscription)
Dragging the suitcase, Richard walked out of Los Angeles Airport alone, took a taxi casually, gave the address to the taxi driver, and turned on his phone to dial a number.

"Roxi, I've arrived in Los Angeles."

"Oh, it's here? Don't interfere with my thesis writing, go on your own." Luo Xi's cold answer made Richard wonder if Luo Xi cared about him.

He didn't say a word, and his nose was ashamed.

Richard rubbed his nose sullenly, as if there was really a layer of dust.

The phone received a text message, opened it, "If you dare to find a woman in Los Angeles, you will die!"

Uh... well, it is caring, but the method and direction of caring makes Richard a little confused.

Richard dialed a number again, and after two rings, the other party connected.

"I've already got off the plane and am taking a taxi. I should arrive soon."

"Don't worry, today's gathering is just for everyone to get to know each other first, and then understand the arrangements for this week. Besides you, there are others who have not arrived." The other party replied slowly.

"Okay, see you later." Richard hesitated for 2 seconds, "Kobe."

After calling Kobe, Richard still felt in a daze. For more than a year, he met all the stars in the NBA. Of course, those who have not participated in the draft and entered the league are not counted, but they have not met Kobe.

As Kobe Bryant, who has a lot of color in the history of the Lakers and can even be said to have a deep imprint in the history of the NBA, his time travel is because of him, his talent is his template, and his skills also come from him, but he has not seen him until now.

I didn't feel it before, but now that I'm about to see it, I have the feeling of "being close to the hometown".

Is this tough, demanding and skilled Kobe really like this?
In a trance, Richard fell asleep in the taxi, because he kept thinking on the plane and didn't take a break, but now he was tired instead.

"Hey! We're here!" The taxi driver woke Richard up.

Richard rubbed his eyes, opened it and saw that the taxi was parked outside a hotel.

"Thank you, how much is it?" Richard reached into his pocket and paid the driver.

"Are you an NBA player?" The driver pointed to the meter and asked Richard to pay by himself.

"Yes." Richard took an extra 50 yuan as a tip for the driver.

"You are indeed the best rookie. What's your name?" The driver was overjoyed, and turned his head to look at Richard.

"Richard."

Are you a fan? If you say yes, you can’t remember your name. If you say no, you can recognize it. People with yellow skin are a face in the eyes of Americans.

"Yes, yes, yes! If you sign for me, I won't need a tip." The driver was very enthusiastic and handed over a small notebook.

Richard flipped through it, and there were many autographs inside. Of course, he didn't know all of them. There were many NBA stars and Hollywood stars.

Richard signed his name on the page opened by the driver, handed it back to the driver, and gave him the tip anyway.

"Thank you, Richard." The driver put his notebook away carefully, "Don't sleep in the taxi next time, you are lucky to meet me, if it is someone else, it may not be like this."

Hearing this, Richard just woke up like a dream, and broke out in a cold sweat. At the same time, he was also glad that he was recognized because of his fame.

"Thank you." This time, I said it with the feeling of surviving after a catastrophe.

Looking at the taxi going away, Richard once again lamented the role of his fame, as expected, one has to be famous.

Being famous others will choose to forget the side of you that is not accepted.

Exhaling heavily, Richard walked towards the hotel.

This hotel in the forest seems to have been booked, even if the location is relatively remote, but if the hotel's main focus is quietness, in Los Angeles, a place where every inch of land is expensive, it can't cost tens of thousands or tens of thousands a day?
This relatively closed environment is also suitable for trapping people for training, otherwise it would be bad if they could not resist the temptation of the outside world and sneak out.

When he came outside the gate, someone was already waiting there. He looked at Richard and flipped through the paper in his hand a few times. He should have confirmed who was coming, so he stepped forward and came to Richard.

"Mr. Richard, let me take you to where you live."

Richard nodded, and followed the man in a black suit who looked like a bodyguard around the gate to the back, and walked in through a small path.

Hi, it turns out that it is not all-inclusive, but only one of the buildings is included, a building with a gym and a basketball hall.

Following the guide, Richard walked through a swimming pool and a garden before finally reaching the finish line. At this time, there were already sounds of playing in the basketball hall on the first floor.

"That's it. Mr. Richard, please come in. I'll go to the front and continue to pick up the others." After speaking, the man in black turned and left.

Leaving Richard alone.

Then go in.

Stepping into the gate, Richard saw three or five people gathered together, listening to what the one in the middle was saying, and there were two or three people on the court playing, shooting, laying up, and occasionally dunking lightly.

"Hi! Richard, come here." In the center of the crowd was Kobe, and Kobe saw Richard enter the door and waved to him.

Seeing Kobe, with his bald head, oval oval face, neatly trimmed beards, slightly protruding lips, and piercing eyes, this sudden sense of familiarity brought tears to Richard's eyes.

Richard blinked hard to keep the tears from streaming down.

He took a step and walked over.

"Hey, you are the same height as me." Kobe lightly punched Richard in the chest, "The technical movements are also very similar to mine."

"Is that what Jordan told you back then?" Richard gently rubbed the spot where he was beaten.

When Kobe first entered the league, he was still a stunned young man, and he always wanted to challenge Jordan. Finally, in the 98 All-Star Game, Kobe got a lot of opportunities to single-handedly challenge Jordan. Kobe used his diligence, hard work and persistence to make Jordan face up to this young man.

"Hahahaha...Kobe, it seems that we need a one-on-one." The people around laughed.

Only then did Richard carefully identify the other four people around him, Pope, DeRozan, McCollum, and Aaron Gordon.

It was Murray and Clarkson who practiced shooting from a distance.

They are all defenders or forwards with certain singles ability. The main target of Kobe's training is such players.

"One-on-one is inevitable, but first he has to pass my physical test." There was a hint of appreciation in Kobe's eyes.

"How many more people will come?" After the joke was over, Richard was concerned about which opponents or teammates he would meet.

"Kyrie Irving, Isaiah Thomas, Paul George, Buddy Hield, wait, at least 7-8 more coming."

This is 5 people playing the whole court with a T, and then how many balls are replaced?
"You can play on your own for a while, and we will start after everyone is here. Today is not within the training time range, and I will charge extra money for guidance." Kobe smiled slyly.

Is Kobe Bryant a man short of money?He just made a joke to make everyone wait patiently.

Amidst the roar of laughter, everyone found what they wanted to do and dispersed separately.
Kobe was on the sidelines watching the few people practicing shooting and layups on the court, as if thinking about something.

"Kobe, you are a player I admire. I am very happy to be able to come to your training camp today." Richard still couldn't hold back his heart and found Kobe to chat alone.

"Don't talk about admiration, I hope you can challenge me." The smile on Kobe's mouth always makes people feel like spring breeze when he speaks.

But when he got serious, his eyes could kill again, not like a Virgo at all, but more like a Gemini.

But the paranoia of victory and the polishing of technology are indeed Virgo's perfectionism.

"I admire you very much." Kobe pointed to his face, implying race? "Yao, Yi, including Lin who has some conflicts with me, you are all very hardworking."

When it comes to hard work, Kobe will have a common topic. Yao Ming and Kobe are indeed good friends. Although the two have never teamed up, they have met many times in the playoffs.

They don't know each other without fighting, but they cherish each other.

"Your talent is not the best, but you rely on your own efforts to achieve results in one season. This is very rare. I think you will have great achievements if you continue to work hard." Kobe sincerely patted Richard on the shoulder.

"Hey! Kobe! I'm here to blow you up." Another player walked in, and he yelled loudly as soon as he entered the gate, for fear that others would not hear him.

The person who came in was Kyrie Irving, the No. 2011 pick in [-], and only he would speak so arrogantly in front of Kobe.

When he just entered the league that year, he threatened to single out Kobe during the US team training and was eventually educated, but his personality will not change easily.

After six years of fierce fighting in the league, Owen's skills have become more sophisticated, and he dared to speak like this.

When Kobe heard this sentence, his eyes became sharp instantly. The relationship between him and Irving was also increasing day by day because of this kind of competition. The conflict between them was just to learn from each other. The same unruly attitude made Kobe see himself when he was young.

"Kyrie! Is your ass itchy again?" If Kobe didn't dare to fight, would he still be Kobe?
It's just that after the Achilles tendon was seriously injured, Kobe's strength has long been inferior to his peak period, and it is hard to say whether it is really going to be a showdown.

"Kary, you've been chattering since you came here, and you're very disrespectful to seniors!" Another voice came from outside the gate.

Walking through the gate was a man of the same height as an ordinary person. If he was a player, there would be only one answer, Isaiah Thomas, the strongest on the ground at 175.

However, this 175 is still a lot worse than the strongest 183.

"Senior Kobe, hello!" Little Thomas, who had a simple and honest face, and the baby fat hadn't faded, greeted Kobe with a smile.

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