Versatile Point Forward

Chapter 23
It was already the next morning when I returned to UCLA. Although the seats of the bus had been remodeled to be suitable for sleeping, they were still not as comfortable as the beds.For this reason, Holland decided to let them rest for a day, and they did not have to participate in training the next day, but they had to go to the school's largest conference room for a meeting at night.

The sleepy-eyed players listlessly agreed to the head coach's request. Even Ye Feng and Westbrook, who are known for their abnormal physical fitness, are not in the mood. They just want to go back to the dormitory to sleep for a while. As for when they can Woke up, sorry, not sure.Seeing the tired faces of the players, Holland smiled helplessly. After the bus stopped at the entrance of the arena, he signaled them to disband and go back to rest.

Ye Feng simply said goodbye to his teammates, and walked slowly back to the dormitory with Loew. The other students who were slowly going out to class saw the two of them and came forward to say hello.Ye Feng really had a headache, but because of his friendship with his classmates, he had no choice but to say a few perfunctory words, and then he dragged Lu Fu all the way back to the dormitory, and fell asleep straight away.

For Ye Feng, the battle against the University of Arizona consumed too much physical energy, he was running almost the entire court non-stop, and he had to fight for rebounds with the opponent's inside line under the basket.And because of his extreme trust in his adaptability, Holland basically didn't give him too much rest time. In a 40-minute game, except for the intermission, Ye Feng only rested for more than five minutes on the bench. Zhong, if he hadn't always attached great importance to endurance training before, maybe he would have fallen down now.

Even so, he slept for almost a whole day, and he was not awakened by hunger until the evening when the sun was setting.According to the usual practice, the team usually prepares food in the locker room, but since it is only a warm-up match, it is not particularly well-prepared. In addition to traveling all the way, it is already a talent to wake up from starvation until now.

He opened his eyes and looked around, but Love was still sleeping soundly on the bed.Although he didn't play much in the game, he was under great psychological pressure and needed sleep to adjust.Ye Feng smiled helplessly, and tiptoed to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth.He understands Love very well, just like the first time he stood on the field with many people watching the game, he also played badly in that game and almost lost confidence.

But this is the NCAA, and Love has already experienced the beatings of the high school league. Ye Feng believes that this is just a temporary inability to adapt. The team still needs this powerful beast in the penalty area.Whether he can show his full strength will determine whether UCLA can go to the end this season.

Just as Ye Feng was brushing his teeth, his mouth was full of foam, the phone he put aside began to vibrate crazily, and "Abby" was clearly written on the caller ID.Ye Feng frowned, thinking: Why is this silly woman calling me now?It doesn't seem to be a big deal recently?He shook his head and hung up the phone without hesitation.

However, the person on the other end of the phone was very persistent. Just a few seconds after Ye Feng hung up the phone, the phone started vibrating again, and it was still the familiar name.Ye Feng held the toothbrush in his right hand, and hung up the phone again with his left hand, but Abby insisted on calling again and again.

Ye Feng finally couldn't bear it anymore, he picked up the cup and rinsed the foam in his mouth, and pressed the call button when the phone vibrated again.Before he could speak, Abby on the opposite side roared: "Ye, what do you mean? No one has dared to hang up on me several times in a row since I was a child!"

Ye Feng's head suddenly became dizzy: "Please, I just came back from Arizona this morning, I just woke up, and I'm still sleepy to death, how can I have the energy to answer your call?" In order to prevent Abby from going crazy, Ye Feng remained calm Lied a little.

"Huh, so you haven't picked up yet? By the way, I heard that you played well in the UCLA warm-up match. "Sports Illustrated" even listed you as the second candidate for the championship in the new season. Could you tell us about your team? Goals for this season?"

Isn't it because you put on a posture that you will die if you don't answer the phone?Ye Feng complained secretly, and said, "I'm not sure about this, but this warm-up match really helped us a lot. I think our team's tacit understanding has been greatly improved..."

"Stop, stop!" Abby interrupted Ye Feng, dumbfounded, "I want to hear your thoughts, don't fool me with this kind of nonsense that as long as you are a person, you can make a long story!"

Ye Feng chuckled and said: "Actually, what I said is true. We really mainly cultivate teamwork in the warm-up match, but now whether the team can win those teams that have performed outstandingly in recent years, I don't know." Dare to jump to conclusions. Of course, from my personal point of view, I am quite confident." Then Ye Feng asked curiously: "Abby, why didn't I know you were so gossip before?"

Abby said in embarrassment: "What is gossip? I call it the spirit of inquiry in journalism. After graduating from college, I may work in some sports media. Now it's okay to rehearse in advance. Why? No way?"

With Abby's unreasonable attitude, Ye Feng had no choice but to retreat magnificently.The two chatted for a while longer before hanging up the phone.Abby put down the phone, stared at the document with the ESPN logo on the computer screen for a while, and then wrote carefully: "UCLA's performance in the warm-up game was unexpected, but they are still a team that is trying to cultivate players' tacit understanding. Team. Of course, their strength is indeed good, but they still need to go through real competitions to test..."

After writing this, Abby sighed faintly: Ye, I can only help you so far.

Of course Ye Feng didn't know all this, his only thought was to find something to eat to fill his stomach as soon as possible.Fortunately, it was only six or seven o'clock in the evening at this time, and there were still many students in the cafeteria eating, Ye Feng ordered a large plate of pasta and five or six slices of bread without hesitation, took another portion of beef, and found a The window position is chewed up.

Just as he was eating so much that his mouth was dripping with oil, someone sat down opposite him.Ye Feng looked up and smiled, Westbrook also held a big plate in one hand and sat down unceremoniously.The two did not speak in a very tacit understanding, and only focused on attacking the food on the plate. It was obvious that Westbrook was also hungry.

When all four plates were cleared away, only 15 minutes later, the two burped and put a glass of soda on the table.Westbrook took a sip and said with a smile: "Ye, I think I still underestimated you. Do you still have a lot of abilities that we don't know about?"

Ye Feng rolled his eyes at him, and said slowly: "It's hard to say, people always have to improve, maybe if I can't today, I will tomorrow? But we are teammates, you care about this, why not?" Work on your shots more."

Hearing Ye Feng's words, Westbrook didn't think much of it. He smiled and said, "Isn't there you? Seriously, after playing these warm-up games, I think we can definitely go further this year."

Ye Feng sneered and said, "Nonsense? What was UCLA's record last year? It was only the final four! Of course, a soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier, and a player who doesn't want to win a championship is not a good player. Kill all the teams and win an NCAA championship?"

Westbrook stared: "You don't want to?"

Ye Feng sighed, and said: "Didn't I say that? A player who doesn't want to win a championship is not a good player. Of course I want to win an NCAA championship and then join the NBA in a prosperous way, but there are many talents in the NCAA every year, right? I I am very confident that I can beat other shooting guards. Can you handle the point guards of other teams? Mbah a Moute? Shipp? Love? Oh no, Love is also a top insider, he should No problem."

Now Westbrook quit: "Ye, don't underestimate me. Although I was only a backup point guard last season, the training of a season is not just for fun, and I believe my talent will definitely make me feel better. I become stronger!"

Ye Feng smiled lightly: "But if I'm not on the court, you can't get in? Russell, you are the one who controls the entire team. Everyone has weaknesses, but you must at least make sure that when the opponent starts targeting you When you are vulnerable, you have to be able to fight back, no matter what method is used."

Westbrook stared at Ye Feng, nodded for a long time and said: "Okay, I see." He thought for a while, and then asked: "Ye, why do you think shooting is so important? The closer you are to the basket, the more efficient you can score, and around the basket, shooting skills don't matter."

Ye Feng shook his head, organized his words, and said slowly: "Russell, I know that you are physically strong, but facing top insiders, it will be more difficult for you to get to the basket and score a goal. And The most important point is that breaking through and looking for confrontation is indeed a good way to kill opponents, but if we want to become professional players, we have to consider the future."

Westbrook looked blank: "What will happen next?"

"Obviously, it's difficult to maintain a high level for most of your career relying solely on breakthroughs. Even if you learn to use skills to reduce the collisions you suffer, breakthroughs will still be a burden on your body. But if your projection ability If it is strong enough, it can effectively reduce the possibility of you being injured, and secondly, when you enter the late stage of your career. You can stay on the court longer. Of course, your physical fitness should not be wasted, but shooting is You must practice well."

Westbrook grabbed the glass with a jerk and poured the rest of the soda into his mouth.He took a breath and said seriously: "Ye, I know what you mean, no problem, I will practice my shooting well. Although it is impossible to be as accurate as you pervert, I guarantee that my shooting skills are the key Moments work."

Ye Feng smiled and didn't speak, but his two powerful hands were tightly held together.

(End of this chapter)