When Lin Hao was sleeping, not only in China, but also in the United States.

NBA official five best balls, one ball, Lin Hao immediately appeared on the cover of major sports editions, and the media all over the United States smelled the smell of money.

After all, in his debut, he alone occupied the top four of the top five balls, and he was the only one.

A large number of Chinese and American journalists crowded the city of Miami.

At this time, Riley was sitting in his office with his head full of bags.

"How's it going at the factory?" Riley watched the crowd outside the window.

"The nearest factory has been processed overnight, and there should be 30,000 jerseys available tomorrow morning." The assistant said immediately.

"It's not enough, you come and contact the headquarters of Adidas right away."

Now Lin Hao's jersey is hard to find, and countless fans went to the store to buy Lin Hao's jersey and found that there was none.

What surprised them even more was that even when they came to the main hall, they still couldn't see Lin Hao's jersey.

The fans resolutely did not do it, which immediately caused protests.

Riley thought that the fans would like Lin Hao, but he didn't expect that it was just the first game, and Lin Hao had already made the fans so crazy.

"How's the ticket for the day after tomorrow?" Riley asked.

"The regular seats have been sold out, and there are not many VIP seats left."

"You go and announce now that all VIP tickets will receive a set of Lin Hao's jerseys, and the jerseys will be sold before the game the day after tomorrow."

"Okay."

"Wait, you marked the VIP ticket, you can get the jersey tomorrow." Riley called the assistant off.

Just after Riley's assistant announced the news, not only the remaining VIP tickets were swept away in an instant.

Even VIP tickets for the last home regular-season game five days later were swept away within an hour.

The next day

"Bob, what are you doing here?" Lin Hao looked at Bob, who was fully armed, and said with a smile.

"Oh, don't you know anything?" Bob looked at Lin Hao with a relaxed face in surprise.

Then, Bob took his mobile phone and showed Lin Hao the major sports news.

"So I'm on fire?" Lin Hao said.

"You finally know." Bob said.

"Oh, this orange juice tastes good, can you have a glass?" Lin Hao said calmly and picked up a glass of orange juice.

"You're too calm, aren't you?" Bob walked around to Lin Hao and said.

"I'm handsome, fire is as it should be." Lin Hao looked like he should be.

Bob looked helplessly at Lin Hao's angular and resolute handsome face, as well as all the muscles full of lines.

"Well, you win." Bob said helplessly.

"But I tell you, there are thousands of reporters looking for you all over Miami right now, and if you don't want to be mooted, you have to disguise yourself." Bob pulled out his hat and mask from his bag.

Next, Lin Hao dressed up in disguise and saw that there was a reporter squatting at the door of the hotel.

"They know I'm here?" Lin Hao lowered his head and asked in a low voice.

"No, they're guessing you're staying in this hotel, and it looks like you're going to have to change hotels." Bob took Lin Hao to the underground parking lot.

When he went to the American Airlines Arena, he realized that what Bob said was not an exaggeration at all, and Lin Hao realized that the battles he had seen before were nothing in front of him.

The most speechless thing is that Winslow, a big man, actually chatted with reporters.

"Do you know Lin Hao, a new player?" A journalist asked.

"Of course, I'm good friends with him." Winslow laughed.

"As far as I know, he came to Miami yesterday, have you been in contact with him before?" The reporter asked.

"Haha, this, of course." Winslow lied, more naturally than Lotte.

Fortunately, today's daily training is to refuse reporters, and Lin Hao can also train with peace of mind.

If yesterday's game hadn't made the Heat players realize the importance of Lin Hao.

And the battle I saw today, I didn't dare to despise Lin Hao.

"It's been a long time since I've had basic team training." Lin Hao said in his heart.

From the original Tengyun team, to the college team, to the current Heat team, what remains the same is the simplest and most basic two-person passing and running basket.

What becomes, faster speed, stronger blockers.

After Lin Hao had a simple daily team training, Eric found Lin Hao.

"Lin Hao, wait a minute, don't leave yet, go to the test with Luke." Eric said to Lin Hao.

"Lin Hao, hello, I'm the physical trainer of the Heat." Luke said politely as he held out his hand.

"Hello."

Lin Hao followed Luke to the team's exclusive gym.

"Take it off except for your underwear." Luke said professionally.

"What the hell, test, and take off your pants." Lin Hao complained in his heart, but he still looked for it obediently.

"Perfect muscles, perfect proportions, the world's top has such a perfect body." Luke looked at Lin Hao's figure and saw a golden glow.

Lin Hao couldn't help but blush his scalp when he saw Luke's glowing pupils and the action of swallowing saliva.

"Can I continue?" Lin Hao saw that Luke actually stretched out his salty pig hand to touch himself, and hurriedly said.

"You stand on this machine first." Luke asked Lin Hao to stand on a machine, and then used seven or eight wire-like things to stick to Lin Hao's various parts.

"Is technology really so advanced now?" Lin Hao looked at this equipment like a science fiction movie and couldn't help but say.

“２００ｃｍ。”

"204 list (185 pounds)."

"Body fat content 8%." Seeing this, Lu Xiang couldn't help but look up at Lin Hao again.

Top bodybuilders who aim to maintain their physique between 4% and 6%.

However, this body constitution content is not necessarily the most suitable for competition, and the optimal body fat content varies according to different sports and individual circumstances.

For most competitive sports and athletes, a competitive content of around 6 to 9 percent is most appropriate.

But Jordan's body fat percentage at his peak used to reach 3%, so this most suitable standard will vary from person to person.

But 8% is one of the few in the league.

You must know that there are still quite a few players like Harden who have mixed up with eight-pack abs.

"Now test your lung capacity, do your best, and breathe deeply." Luke said as he manipulated the machine.

"1000 ml." Luke looked at Lin Hao as if he had seen a monster.

You know, a normal person's lung capacity is between 3,000 and 5,000.

Some professional players, after a long period of professional training, can reach 6000.

Among them, the swimming professional athletes, especially high.

But it is rare to reach Lin Hao's 10,000 lung capacity.

However, Phelps's lung capacity reached the non-human level of 15,000 at that time.

But in the NBA, with a lung capacity of 10,000, Lin Hao is definitely the first person in history.

"Is this data real?" As a scout, Bob was still very clear about what these figures meant, and couldn't help but ask.

"yes, really." Luke said seriously.

At the same time, Bob and Luke couldn't help but wonder how much potential Lin Hao's body contained.