NBA: I am a master dealer

Chapter 61 The mood is not beautiful!
On the return flight.

Xue Liancheng's mood is not very beautiful.

In terms of shooting, he performed well, because with or without cover or contact +10% shooting percentage bonus, which is equivalent to adding 10% shooting percentage 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 still relatively good.

To describe it in one sentence: 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 it is not as fast and gorgeous as other defenders, it is better to play steadily, and overall it completes the task perfectly.

It is the 5vs5 match.

When he thinks back now, he wants to scold him for being a dog...

When he submitted the information, he also specifically marked that he was in charge of point guard, but in the confrontation match, he was assigned the position of shooting guard.

That's all.

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

The issue is.

What's the matter, after 15 minutes, he didn't touch the ball more than five times in total, and he only shot once, and it was a pot shot that was about to run out of time, which made him rage.

At other times, he kept running back and forth.

Really!

He couldn't understand at all what the significance of this confrontation was.

Everyone is so selfish. When the ball is in the hand, it seems to be glued with 502 glue, and it can't come out.

Just relying on the body, all kinds of unreasonable hard work.

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

If the time is up, dump the pot immediately.

This is so special.

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 chance to score, people are more than happy to pass the ball and get an assist or two.

The question is, how could they possibly get a chance if they were all standing there?
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 a shortcoming, which is 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 training effect is extremely poor.

So bad it's suffocating.

He was still thinking that we are not talented enough, so we can turn around through trial training.

result.

Not turning over, but turning over.

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

After such a trial training, the teams that originally wanted to choose him probably had to hesitate, right?
and so.

How could his mood be beautiful.

The good news is that the workout is not the only one.

The bad news is that he is still powerless to change the outcome of the test match.

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.

Second, the players who can be invited to come to the trial training, which one is not a well-known figure, in the previous team, they were either the big masters or the second masters, all of them were the pride of heaven, proud and arrogant, how could they be willing? What about making wedding dresses for others?
Pulling out pick-and-rolls, screens, blocking positions, hard defense, and spot-up shooting are the jobs of role players. How can they condescend.

Thirdly, and most importantly, all the trained players are competitors, and of course one 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, of course, are linked with the inside players, partnering in the backcourt?Come on... no partner at all.

and so.

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

even.

Expose his flaws more.

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 has made countless teams salivate.

His talent is mediocre, uh... probably no talent at all.

What can he do if he doesn't go to the trial training?

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?He doesn't want to try out, can he be so boring as to think about what color underwear other stewardesses wear?

result.

Feng Lai, the pig, didn't realize it, and was very excited, "I Zhuo, Xue, I found out that you have changed!"

Xue Liancheng replied with two "hehe".

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.

With the advantages of long arms and big palms, he grabbed a lot of rebounds, blocked a lot of blocks, dunked a lot of baskets, and occasionally made a three-pointer.

Overall, 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 play a wave and wash away his past decline.

Quiet for a while.

"Xue, after much deliberation, I still can't figure it out. Why are you so sure that the Cleveland Cavaliers are the No. [-] pick?"

Suddenly, Feng Lai appeared again.

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

Xue Liancheng's heart is bitter, how can I tell you, I came here through time travel?
Even if you tell me, you won't believe it!

That being the case, is it necessary to get to the bottom of it?
"Can you tell the truth." Feng Lai still didn't give up.

The main reason is that Xue Liancheng's prediction was too shocking.

For a team that is the ninth-worst team, the probability of winning the No. 1.7 lottery is only [-]%, which most people dare not even think about.

But Xue Liancheng guessed the Cleveland Cavaliers right away.

It's really... scary accurate.

"They have had good luck in drawing lots in recent years, and they have been favored by the goddess of luck, so I just guessed it casually. Who knows, I guessed it right. In fact, I was also very surprised..."

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

Feng Lai: "..."

(End of this chapter)