NBA: I am the card dealer

Chapter 61 The mood is not beautiful!

On the return flight.

Xue Liancheng's mood was not very beautiful.

In the shooting training, he performed well, because there is no cover and no contact +10% hit rate bonus, which is equivalent to adding 10% hit rate to his original shooting.

In addition, he is in very good condition today, he only shot 50 balls, and he did not consume too much physical strength and energy, so he was able to maintain his hit rate.

Overall, the shooting percentage looks like 80%+.

Among the many trial players, the results are relatively excellent.

One sentence description: Has the potential to become a three-point shooter.

In terms of dribbling skills, he also showed relatively solid basic skills and made no mistakes.

Although he is not as fast and flashy as other defenders, he is better than playing steadily, and overall he still completes the task perfectly.

It is the 5vs5 match.

When he thinks about it now, he almost wants to curse him...

When he submitted the information, he specifically noted that he was a point guard, but during the match, he was assigned the shooting guard position.

That's all.

After all, with his height, it's not impossible to play combo guard.

The issue is.

What's the matter, after fifteen minutes, he touched the ball no more than five times in total and shot only once. It was a scapegoat that was about to run out of time, making him furious.

At other times, he kept running back and forth.

Really!

He couldn't understand the significance of this kind of competition at all.

Everyone is so selfish. Once the ball is in their hands, it is as if it is stuck with 502 glue and cannot come out.

Just rely on your body and do all kinds of unreasonable hard work.

If you really can't do it hard, you will choose to pass the ball.

If the time is up, dump the blame immediately.

What the hell.

It's not a match, but a singles showcase.

There is no coordination, no running, no screens, and no passes and cuts. There are just endless one-on-ones.

of course.

If you have a great scoring opportunity, others will be happy to pass the ball and get one or two assists.

The problem is, with everyone standing there, how can there be a chance?

This is not the worst.

The worst part is that in this confrontation, all his advantages were not brought into play.

For example, strength, wide vision, and super ability to read the game, none of these things are shown to scouts.

On the contrary, it is the shortcomings that are fully exposed.

Without help defense, everyone can take the ball to attack him twice. The speed is slow, the lateral movement is slow, and the lack of understanding of their technical characteristics makes him a cash machine. .

To sum up, this trial was extremely ineffective.

It's so bad that it's suffocating.

He originally thought that if we don't have enough talent, we can just rely on trial training to make a difference.

result.

Not turning over, but turning over.

And it turned over and over again, until it reached the bottom of the valley.

After such a trial training, the teams that originally wanted to select him would probably have to hesitate, right?

and so.

How could his mood be beautiful.

The good news is, the workout doesn't end there.

The bad news is that he is still unable to change the outcome of the game.

Because everyone wants to express themselves and want to shine in front of the scouts, which makes the final result of the match not important, what is important is to show their personal ability.

Secondly, among the players who can be invited to come for trial training, which one is not a well-known figure? In the previous team, they were either the top boss or the second boss. They were all proud and arrogant. How could they be willing to do so? What about making wedding clothes for others?

Pull out for pick-and-rolls, screen, block, defend hard, and shoot at fixed points. This is the job of role players. How can they condescend to it.

Thirdly, and most importantly, all the players in training are competitors, and of course they must be trampled to death.

For example, inside players rarely pass the ball to teammates who are also inside.

For example, if you predict a player with a close draft, I just don’t give you the ball, so whoever you love...

For example, the players on the back line are of course linked with the inside players. Are they partners in the backcourt? Don't make trouble...there is no partner at all.

and so.

No matter how many trials there are, the results are actually the same.

even.

Expose more of his flaws.

But if you don't go to the trial training, there is no reason to choose him at all!

He is not a talent monster like Feng Lai. His static talent alone makes countless teams salivate.

His talent is mediocre, well... he probably has no talent at all.

If he doesn't go to trial training, what can he do?

Dilemma!

"Still thinking about the trial training?" Feng Lai's voice came, interrupting Xue Liancheng's thoughts.

Xue Liancheng glanced at it, and replied lightly, "I was wondering what color the stewardess in front was wearing..."

The side meaning of this sentence: Isn’t this nonsense? If he doesn't want to do trial training, how can he be so bored as to think about what color underwear the stewardess wears?

result.

Feng Lai, a pig, didn't realize it and was very excited, "I'll blanch, Xue, I found you have changed!"

Xue Liancheng replied "haha" twice.

Feng Lai came to his senses at this moment, and immediately stopped, "You are so boring, please! Basketball is not everything in life, okay?"

"Are you making sarcastic remarks?" Xue Liancheng raised his eyebrows and asked.

Feng Lai's trial training worked well.

Taking advantage of his long arms and big hands, he grabbed a lot of rebounds, blocked a lot of shots, dunked a lot of baskets, and occasionally even hit a three-pointer.

Overall, they are an excellent group of rookies.

So as far as Feng Lai is concerned, this trial training can't be included in his brain capacity at all, so there is no trouble in this regard.

"Relax your mind, I'm not such a person." Feng Lai said with a straight face.

"Okay, I know."

Xue Liancheng dropped these words, closed his eyes and prepared to squint for a while.

No matter what, the next trial training still had to try his luck.

If a team appoints him as a point guard, then he can make a splash and wash away his past decline.

It was quiet for a while.

"Xue, after thinking about it over and over again, I still can't figure it out. Why are you so sure that the Cleveland Cavaliers will win the No. 1 pick?"

Suddenly, Feng Lai appeared again.

"Brother, you have asked this question countless times, and I have answered it countless times."

Xue Liancheng felt so bitter in his heart. How the hell can I tell you that I came from time travel?

Even if I say it, you won’t believe it!

If that's the case, is it still necessary to get to the bottom of it?

"Can you tell the truth." Feng Lai still didn't give up.

Mainly because Xue Liancheng's prediction was so shocking.

For a team ranked ninth from the bottom, the probability of winning the No. 1.7 pick is only %, which most people would never dare to think about.

But Xue Liancheng guessed the Cleveland Cavaliers right away.

It's really... terrifyingly accurate.

"They have had good luck in drawing lots in recent years, and the goddess of luck is blessing them, so I just made a casual guess. Who knew I actually guessed it right? I was actually surprised..."

Xue Liancheng replied very seriously, "This is the truth, I have said it many times."

Feng Lai: "..."