Daniel Tyrone's physique is on par with Enzo's.

Is this really the point guard's (shēn) body? Embarrassed by many forward players, who are also point guards, Henry doesn't even have the courage to face to face with Tyrone, and the thought of being very likely to face this big guy in the future makes Henry's head bigger.

However, Daniel Tyrone turned out to be the shortest of the group.

What Mu Chenfeng cares about the most is their number, Daniel. Tyrone's level can only rank 10th among them, and the others will only be stronger compared to him.

In fact, except for No. 1, everyone else has the same level in Mu Chenfeng's eyes, and he wants to see what kind of player can crush a group of good players to rank first.

Rum was the last player to enter the arena, with the number "1" on the corner of his shirt, and he was the strongest player in the camp.

"Report to the coach!" Rum's voice was strong and powerful, with the posture of an adult, and it was difficult to tell from his steady demeanor that he was only a 17-year-old boy. Rum came to report and I was in the position of small forward. Rum does not mention his "1" (shēn) portion.

Small forward? There was an uproar in the crowd, his (shēn) was at least two meters tall, and his muscularity (ròu) was covered by strong muscles, reminiscent of the champion in 2003, the man who was at the top of his career and dominated the NBA for several years, and one of the best players of all time. James.

David. Rum's draft template is none other than LeBron. James.

In recent drafts, he has been named LeBron. There are not a few players who James is a template, but most of them have been labeled as parallel goods, and they have not played the expected performance after entering the NBA. Rum is different, he is unanimously regarded by the American media as a talented player who "can never become a parallel commodity", and he has proved this with his strength, and the "No. 1" is the biggest affirmation of him.

"Hey, do you want a fight?" Mu Chenfeng asked.

However, no one paid any attention to him, and everyone walked straight in front of him, not even noticing his presence.

Rum stopped as he passed by, "Excuse me, what did you just say?" The tone was very friendly, but it gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression, Mu Chenfeng didn't react, but Henry's legs were trembling.

He is really worthy of being the No. 1 seed, and he can produce an incomparably powerful aura on and off the court.

"Did I say I want to fight?" Mu Chenfeng repeated.

"Are you sure?" Rum replied coldly, just four words can give people a creepy feeling.

Henry Hun (shēn) had his hair standing on end, and pulled the corner of his pants.

"Are you Chinese?" Rum asked, turning his head.

"Yes." Mu Chenfeng waist board (tǐng) has to be straight.

"Go back, this is not the place you should be." Rum's words were particularly harsh, with deep disdain.

"What do you say? Mu Chenfeng is the strongest player here? Henry couldn't help but speak for Mu Chenfeng.

"The strongest?" Rum's gaze shifted downward, staring at the number on Mu Chenfeng's waist, "It's not a bigger number than anyone else. ”

60 is the weakest representative in the training camp, and the number that represents the strongest is pasted on the rum (shēn).

Henry was speechless, Mu Chenfeng's number is indeed easy to misunderstand, but after special training on the mountain, the number can no longer continue to represent personal strength.

"What a drag." After Rum left, Henry said indignantly.

"It's not good." Cannavaro sighed as he looked at the broad back.

"That number will belong to me sooner or later." Mu Chen stared at Rum with a blank face, and he wanted Rum to pay for what he had said.

"What did he say?" Henry asked.

"He didn't say anything." Cannavaro prevaricated.

The last wave of players entered the field, and the 60-man training camp was all in place.

That's where it really begins.

"In the next free play, the player with the low pick wins, the two sides exchange numbers, and the player with the highest pick wins, and the ranking remains the same."

The top 10 players can only be drafted.

"Freedom Battle, what should I do?" As soon as the format was announced, Henry became agitated.

"You calm down, just our ranking, no one will choose us." Klose reassured, but the words are not rough, and the probability of a lower-ranked player being selected (xìng) is really unlikely.

Everyone wants to move up the ranking, and who would be bored enough to challenge someone lower than them.

The bottom 10 players are just as safe as the top 10 players.

As for the players in the middle position, they got into a big brawl.

"It's a really uncomfortable feeling to be a spectator." Just watching other people play, Henry's hands itched, and he began to look for suitable "prey" in the crowd.

Not to mention, he really found an opponent who was the same strength and size as himself.

"I'm going to challenge you!" Henry shook his hand at the other.

Coincidentally, Tyrone was passing between the two.

"Huh? Are you going to challenge me? Tyrone pointed to his nose suspiciously, the free battle was halfway through, and no one dared to challenge the top ten players, although Tyrone was ranked the lowest and his strength was relatively lowest, but due to his size and all-round skills, no one chose to fight him, and Henry (yīn) mistakenly became the first person to eat crabs, although this crab was not easy to eat.

"Nope! No! I didn't choose you. Henry hurriedly explained, but it was too late.

According to the rules, once the two sides are selected, they cannot be changed.

"Courage is commendable." Cannavaro was talking coolly, knowing that this was a big oolong.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding." Henry explained awkwardly, and the explanation was weak.

"Come on, Warrior." Everyone pushed Henry out, and he was powerless in the face of everyone's concerted efforts.

They are both point guards, the difference between Henry and Tyrone is not ordinarily big, Tyrone throws Henry a few streets in terms of "hardware", (shēn) is a head taller than Henry, and the size is also a few laps bigger than him, and the arm span, muscle strength (ròu) and so on cannot be compared.

As expected, Henry was taught a "ruthless" lesson by the other party and was carried away directly at 12:0.

What is more memorable than 12:0 is the process, Henry did not have any resistance throughout the whole game, and was suppressed for a whole game, Tyrone scored 12 points all from outside the three-point line, and only 4 shots were used to hit 4 shots, which means that his performance outside the three-point line was 100% shooting.

This "12-point" heads-up took only 1 minute 09 seconds.

Henry has never touched a basketball except for a basketball in the opening game, and after a failed shot and a rebound was snatched.

"Is this the strength of the 10th ranked?" Klose table (qíng) sluggish.

"Nope." The person in question, Henry, denied his idea, but gave an even more terrible reply, "His strength is far more than that, I can clearly feel that he has just released obvious water." ”