NBA: The man who passed the ball to Yao Ming

As the referee standing in the middle circle threw the basketball high into the air, the game officially began.

In the first 3 minutes, Hyde, as he said, was fully fired.

Once he scored an easy layup under the pick-and-roll of his teammates, and once he passed the ball to Bass inside.

Zhang Jinshui's defensive performance is quite satisfactory, and Hyde's 5 points are more of a tactical victory, and have little to do with his defense.

But on the offensive end, it was difficult for Zhang Jinshui to respond to Hyde.

Every time he dribbles to the frontcourt, he will be defended by Hyde.

Years of 2K experience has given him a very good game IQ. He knows that he lacks the ability to break through with the ball, and he will not force Hyde just because of his emotions.

But after he passed the ball to other teammates, the ball will never return to his hands, even though he has run out of the corner for shooting at least twice, but his teammates only have the basket in their eyes.

As Hyde made an easy layup in a counterattack, team b played a spurt of 11 to 2, and the coach of team a had to call a timeout.

In the stands on the second floor, the team manager and assistant coaches shook their heads.

If they had some unrealistic fantasies about Zhang Jinshui before the start of the group match, then now, they have completely given up on Zhang Jinshui: Team A's offense is chaotic, and as a point guard, Zhang Jinshui can't help it. Zhang Jinshui also lacks the ability to attack with the ball. Although he got two open three-pointers by running without the ball, he can’t blame his teammates for not receiving the ball. After all, from the past two days Judging from the trial training, Zhang Jinshui's three-pointer is not trustworthy.

They have already started discussing other players on the court with their colleagues, such as Hyde, who can shoot and pass, and is also comfortable on the defensive end, and Blatche, who has good offensive ability but is suspected of a basketball black hole...

"Must keep the ball moving!"

"Blatch, you clearly saw that Zhang Jinshui had an open three-pointer in the corner, why didn't you pass the ball?"

"Don't think your personal data is so important. Please believe me, an old guy who has led the team for many years in the trial camp. Those big figures in the stands are very picky. Only by handling the ball reasonably and helping the team win can you arouse their interest."

"gogogo, get back on the court, remember, play reasonably!"

On the edge of the field, the coach of Team A was eloquently urging the players, but seeing the expressions on the faces of Bratcher and other teammates, Zhang Jinshui felt that they did not listen to the coach's words.

When returning to the court, Zhang Jinshui walked beside Turiaf.

This muscular guy has excellent physical fitness, but he came into contact with basketball too late and his basic skills are poor. He ranked last in yesterday's skill test, and his continuous dribbling and dropping made other young players laugh again and again.

Therefore, like Zhang Jinshui, he is not trusted by others, and can only get offensive opportunities by grabbing offensive rebounds by himself.

"Hey, Turiaf, I saw you get a position on the inside twice, I passed the ball to the guy on the wing, and I wanted him to pass the ball to you more comfortably from the side, but he didn't expect it. I chose to play alone."

Turiaf said with resentment: "That selfish guy only wants to express himself."

"Frankly speaking, the two of us are isolated. Since they don't trust us, then we have to unite. How about this, after a while you get the position inside, I will pass the ball directly to you, and if you are surrounded Clip, if there is no shot space, just pass the ball, I will wait for you at the two bottom corners, how about it?"

Turiaf showed hesitation in his eyes, but finally nodded reluctantly: "Okay."

The two returned to the field and the game continued.

As promised, Zhang Jinshui passed the ball to Turiaf twice in a row. Although the quality of the two passes was mediocre, they both gave Turiaf the opportunity to play back singles.

After the third catch, the upright black big man was finally touched.

After failing to attack the rim, he grabbed the offensive rebound by himself, and facing the double-teaming of three opposing players, he threw the ball straight to Zhang Jinshui who was waiting in the right corner.

Zhang Jinshui's eyes lit up, he caught the ball steadily, stepped on the rich green and jumped high, with a standard posture and a firm expression, the basketball started from his hands, drew a wonderful arc, and hit the net with a "swipe".

Finally opened, Zhang Jinshui breathed a sigh of relief deep in his heart. This three-pointer not only relieved the pressure in his heart, but also proved the effectiveness of the player growth system.

"Jin Shui, strike!" Zi Chunlin, who was staying with the Hua Guo reporter, jumped up from his seat first, and the two Hua Guo reporters also raised their hands to applaud Zhang Jinshui.

As Zhang Jinshui's compatriots, they were more or less accidentally injured by some mocking eyes in the training camp these days. This neat three-pointer finally gave some vent to their suppressed emotions.

Zhang Jinshui pouted, nodded towards them, raised three fingers of his right hand and swung them vigorously in the air, looking very domineering.

"Huh? Interesting." Dawson and several other team executives straightened up and began to look at Zhang Jinshui again.

Although Zhang Jinshui's open three-pointer was clean and neat, the difficulty was limited.Instead, what made them interested was Zhang Jinshui's forceful celebration of flicking his fingers after scoring a goal. The arrogance contained in it formed a strong contrast with his lifelessness in the past two days of trial training.

"Dude, hurry up and do a few more celebratory moves, you'll score a three-pointer at most in this game." Hyde, who was late to defend, did not forget to make up a few trash words.

"Dude, hurry up and say a few more words. When I score a few more three-pointers, you probably won't have the face to talk to me."

Hyde didn't know how to reply for a moment, turned his head with a dark face, and stopped looking at Zhang Jinshui.

Zhang Jinshui couldn't help being a little proud. He firmly believed that if there was an item of trash talking on the personal attribute board, he would get at least 90 points, and the 10 points deducted came from the fact that his slightly jerky English could not convey the profoundness of Mandarin.

As the game continued, Zhang Jinshui did not get carried away because he hit a three-pointer. He was still very cautious in handling the ball when attacking. When he dribbled the ball to the frontcourt, he would hand it over to Turiaf or the wing player on the inside, and then run empty by himself. files.

In his personal understanding of the basketball game, reasonable obscurity is more valuable than abrupt self-expression. However, whether the top executives of the teams sitting in the stands can appreciate this is beyond his control.

In the 6 minutes of the game, the flank player of Team A took the ball and plunged into the penalty area again. Facing the defense of the three, he lost the shot space and threw the ball to the top of the arc in order to avoid mistakes. Zhang Jinshui.

The ball flew in the opposite direction to Zhang Jinshui's running direction, and the quality was very poor.

Zhang Jinshui, who was caught off guard, had to make a difficult movement of turning his back and twisting his waist to barely catch the ball. He patted the ball and made a step adjustment, which happened to step on the rich green at the top of the arc.

Before Hyde's flying interference came, he made a quick shot, and the basketball flew out of a stable arc again, and entered the net with a "swipe".

"Beautiful!" Zi Chunlin and the two Hua Guo reporters cheered loudly again.

The expressions on the faces of the managers and assistant coaches of the major teams became solemn.

This three-pointer, from catching the ball backwards, to step adjustments, and then raising his hand to shoot, the movements are smooth and smooth in one go. It is not only difficult, but also full of appreciation. It is a wonderful goal at the NBA level.

They couldn't help but start to have doubts in their hearts. Is it really Zhang Jinshui who made the three-pointer yesterday with a poor three-pointer test?

Could it be that their memory has been biased?

As a result, these managers and assistant coaches invariably asked the scouts around them to retake yesterday's three-point test results.

That's right, 5 three-point points, 5 shots for each three-point point, 25 of 7 shots in the first time, 25 of 8 shots in the second time, the shooting rate is very low and stable, only 30%, in all Ranked last among perimeter players.

But in today's game, this Huaguo kid has already made 2 of 2 three-pointers. If the first open three-pointer can be attributed to good luck within a rough range, then the second ball is obviously very bad in receiving the ball. In a comfortable situation, his adjustment and shooting are done in one go, which truly shows a bit of the temperament of a cold-blooded shooter like Reggie Miller.

This ball can't be fooled, can it?

The team manager and assistant coaches began to cheer up and re-locked their eyes on Zhang Jinshui. There were still smiles in their eyes when they occasionally looked at each other, but they had become a little more defensive before they knew it.

"Look, I can celebrate again." Zhang Jinshui viciously flicked three fingers in front of Hyde, his pouting mouth looked very flat.

Hyde didn't answer. After the offensive and defensive transition, he took the ball to the frontcourt, facing Zhang Jinshui and directly changed direction and broke through inside.

It's a pity that under Zhang Jinshui's advance precautions, this breakthrough was really a bit reluctant. Although he barely gained room to shoot through the change of direction, the thrown basketball was slapped out by Turiaf's big cap.

The basketball just flew over Zhang Jinshui's head. He jumped high, received the ball, and quickly dribbled towards the empty frontcourt.

Weaver and other team b players chased after Zhang Jinshui. They knew that Zhang Jinshui's dribbling was average, and tried to cause some interference to him through high-speed pursuit.

But Zhang Jinshui is a quasi-professional player after all, and it is too difficult to make mistakes when counterattacking the basket.

But when Zhang Jinshui dribbled the ball to the top of the arc, a purple light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.