For the first time, Yang Yiming carefully observed the game of the Development League.

The Austin Spurs' home arena — if that's the home of the Austin Spurs and several local community college teams — is as unremarkable and even shabby on the inside. About ten rows of seats are arranged on both sides of the court, and the hoop side extends directly to the wall and entrance of the arena. Part of the seating area was set up as a technical station and a broadcast area, probably because Yang Yiming joined today, and it was more difficult for a few camera reporters in the broadcast area, but Yang Yiming carefully distinguished it and found that it was also Austin and Texas that the local media accounted for the majority. A game in the NBA Development League, even with "banished" NBA players, obviously cannot arouse the attention of the entire league.

According to Americans, media people covering the NBA "have their plates already full."

Compared to the crowded technical stands, the whole stand seems to be much deserted. As a rough estimate, the Spurs' arena could hold thousands of people, but only a handful of fans came spontaneously today. In contrast, the players, staff, cheerleaders and security guards of both teams outnumbered the number of fans in the stands (because the field was cramped, and the staff were also invited to the stands), prompting Yang to think of the tournaments of sports that are often seen on television. The players on stage may have accidentally broken the continental record or even the world record, but the lonely cheers from the audience came from their respective coaches. Today's stadium inevitably has some of this taste.

So even if some people often say that the Development League is the NBA's talent storehouse, and the 30 teams often go to their Development League teams to tap into talent or help players get back their feelings, when Yang Yiming saw today's attendance, he also understood how slim such a chance is. Even with so few fans in attendance and so few media outlets, how can it attract the attention of the NBA?

With two second-tier teams from the sports mini-market, and the schedule unfortunately scheduled on a weekday morning, the players may really have to fend for themselves.

Maybe I can only ask for more blessings - this thought flashed through Yang Yiming's mind, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his forehead. In this "insignificant" development league game, he is no longer a spectator, but a participant.

Among the Vipers' players, there are not many faces that played side by side last year. The Development Alliance was originally an iron-clad battalion of soldiers. Most people chase their basketball dreams of becoming promoted to the NBA professional league, but the income is not enough for an ordinary job. Some people persist for a few years and then give up, while others still persist but have to find another livelihood to make ends meet. It is common for teams to jump ship directly, after all, they play everywhere, and no one will be unable to get along with the extra income of thousands of dollars per month. But to leap from a monthly income of no more than 10,000 to an annual salary of 1 million for the NBA entry, for the vast majority of people on this court, it will be a huge chasm that cannot be crossed in a lifetime.

A few days ago, he was still on the other side of this horizontal ditch, Yang Yiming secretly thought again. It's like two isolated worlds, the Earth and the Moon. He also thought that it would be impossible for him to carry out the "moon mission" of Team Rocket again.

The Vipers' warm-up was fairly decently organized. However, after the warm-up of the whole team, the coach did not immediately organize and arrange tactics, but continued to let the players conduct warm-up training on the field. It may have something to do with the style of the development league - there are very few opportunities for a black chicken to become a phoenix, and secretly everyone is competing with each other, and only by winning everyone on the court can they hold the golden NBA ticket in their hands.

"Yiming! Dr. Yang! ”

There was a basketball flying towards Yang Yiming, and he subconsciously caught it and threw it to the basket outside the three-point line. He wanted to act casual, but he glanced at the end of the flight trajectory out of the corner of his eye. The basketball bounced out of the basket, and he pretended not to see it, turning his head in the direction from which the basketball came from.

A "buddy" wearing Vipers overalls, two towels draped over his shoulders, three bottles of energy drinks pinned to his waist, one arm holding two basketballs and the other arm trying to hold the third basketball, passed to the warm-up players, is the passer who Yang Yiming just missed the three-point shot.

"Alex." The guy introduced himself. "Remember me?"

Yang Yiming was a little confused. He narrowed his eyes, trying to evoke any impression of the other person in his mind.

"It's okay." Alex hit the third basketball he held and sent it to Yang Yiming's direction, encouraging like a coach: "Do it again, you will definitely be able to enter." ”

Yang Yiming received the ball, this time adjusted the rhythm slightly, shot again, and the ball hollowed into the net.

"It's amazing. I'm going to say you're going to score – you're the best player we've got here and you're going to score to help us win today. To be honest, I've been looking forward to your coming back for a long time, no, no, not expecting you to come back, but to see you play so closely, it's amazing. ”

Alex uses three "stick" words in a paragraph, which seems to be really great. Yang Yiming said that he had received the other party's kindness, nodded and then stretched out his hand, signaling for another ball. Flattered, Alex pushed one of the two remaining basketballs out of his arms, and watched as "Dr. Young" hit another three-pointer, his eyes lit up and he forgot about his job as a caddie.

"Good shot!"

"Alex! Pass me the damn balls! The scolding from the slash interrupted his admiring good time, and Alex came back to his senses and quickly bent down to apologize to the scolding man as he passed the ball out.

Alex, who had no basketball left in his arms, returned to the rhythm of work, he busily turned around under the basket a few times, and immediately collected more fruits like a hard-working little bee, and then gently dropped one of the basketballs and kicked it in the direction of Yang Yiming with his foot.

It's impartial, and the strength is just right. It seems that Alex is very familiar with this process of picking up and passing.

Yang Yiming received the ball and did not rush to shoot.

He looked at the man who had just scolded Alex. The man took the pass, shook in place and threw the ball in with a step-back jumper, as if the warm-up was a competition. He practiced very seriously, constantly shaking one ball after another and stepping back jumpers, and sweat scattered all over the ground. He probably scolded Alex so much because his rhythm was interrupted by consecutive shots just now. But even if he's not bad in terms of posture, bounce and shooting percentage, a discerning eye can tell the difference between him and NBA-level players at a glance. The player, who appeared to be of Mexican and black descent, was about the same height as Iverson, the "answer" of the year, but was too thin to make up for in agility and speed.

In addition, his hard-working mid-range shooting is already an antique technique in the NBA.

It's too difficult for such a little person to cross the threshold of the NBA.

The bell to remind the end of the warm-up rang, Yang Yiming thought about this, inexplicably a little lost and helpless, and then threw the ball in his hand. (https:)

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