When he came to train the next day, the players came one after another, and Wang Xiaoer sat on the side chair with a relaxed face, he greeted everyone, many people obviously haven't slept enough, Motai is one, he replied "early", and then came to his senses, "I'm rubbing, why are you so early?" ”

"Brother, why is it so early, do you know that Brother TM has been practicing all night?" Wang Xiaoer muttered, he called Harden at night, and plucked up the courage to tell Harden in his life "I want to go to the stadium to practice", at first sitting in the arena, he was uneasy, "I'm practicing in the Rockets training camp?" This is the NBA! He shouted in his heart, his legs trembled, and he picked up the ball, reluctant to slap it for the first time, but tears rolled in his eyes. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

If someone tells him that it's not too late to believe in the Lord, as long as it can help him improve his lung capacity, he is willing to lick on his knees, on his stomach, or by hanging. He ran lap after lap on the pitch until he kept retching, and then he kept running, and he vomited again, and the phlegm he coughed up was tar-colored, and he pulled the cigarette out of his pocket, "I'll fuck you!" I don't want anything! He shouted.

He started with his best dribbling and dunking, and combined them together, if nothing else, to find confidence, McHale can look down on me, but I have to at least let everyone know that I can play, and I will sell jerseys and shoes for the rest of my life, but I can play! For each set, he sets it himself, first cross-dribbling, turning his back near the free throw line, and catching a dunk. Just practiced like this, maybe the body reached the balance point, maybe because of the lack of sleep, the brain hallucinated, he did the movements one group after another, and later, he couldn't feel his body, he felt like watching others play, but he was happy to be no, that feeling was like a person who has been abstinent for a long time, open the **, the moment he takes off his pants.

Wang Xiaoer has never been a pitcher, he can't hit the fixed-point shot, and the fixed-point shot is always not good at mastering the strength, as if he has exhausted his strength because he is waiting to catch the ball and shoot. But he just has a way of hitting on the move, and the more the opponent can interfere, the more hollow he can get into the net, and he doesn't know if this characteristic of him can be discovered here.

At the end of the practice, two words came to mind "defense" He told Harden yesterday that if Aldridge hit a crazy mid-range hit in front of him, he would maliciously foul and would rather be sent off, everyone appreciates his attitude, but you can do this to Aldridge's strong dribbling, you can do this with your back and lean, but you can't do this to Sergi Ibaka, do this to David West, at least you must have defensive skills, but you can't find a feeling for this kind of thing without actual combat, even if he doesn't review defense, that's a preview, He is so big and he didn't enter the CBA, the wild court, does he use defense? Now he can only rely on his own reach to watch the sky and eat.

Sitting there now, he was still thinking about it, and he knew that if McHale pulled Motai to confront him, he couldn't prevent it at all, what about Jones? He was thinking about it when the fridge came.

"That's right, the two captains of the team just told me that they think you have talent, what can you show, you can practice and see" Then, with his trademark hands in hand, he took a step back and motioned for him to start.

"Let's take a look at the two buckles" KJ McDaniels took the lead in coaxing, Wang Xiaoer, looked at McHale, he nodded, meaning "yes, go and buckle one"

But KJ's emotional intelligence is really low, he picked up the ball himself, a big windmill, this ball is really cool, this young man was born to bounce against the sky, last season in the first half of the 76ers, an average of nearly two hats per game, for a guard, incredible, just this dunk, both height and strength.

Harden and Howard looked at each other, the ball dunk was so handsome, no one applauded, KJ was quite puzzled, and then Thorton waved his hand, and he slipped over. Wang Xiaoer's heart was full of countless grass ni dead horses galloping away, and the moment he picked up the ball, Xue Manman's figure appeared in his mind, "God let me see you, just let me C-shaped buckle!" ”

Take a small step forward, move lightly three times, take a brisk step, suddenly close his body, hold the ball over the top with both hands, and swish up a C-shaped dunk that runs through Changhong, he feels that he has never dunked so perfectly, and the applause off the court is thunderous, just like when he participated in the dunk show, he landed a few small jumps, reminisced about the style of this dunk, and saw McHale and the people on the side bowed their heads to communicate, only to be clear, he was not here to participate in the dunk show.

"This bounce is not inferior to Smith" McHale's next to him is named Saifei, who is Morey's office assistant, and his judgment still has a certain impact on Morey, the manager of the Rockets, but in fact, Wang Xiaoer's trial has become a short-term contract, so this matter, McHale said it.

McHale grinned, "Capela still has Mutombo's reach" Seyfei certainly knew, and he omitted the three words "Yet"

Next, McHale gave him a trial for the switchback run, a project that although he practiced hard last night, it really didn't meet the requirements of NBA players, which Wang Xiaoer could read from Howard's face. He himself thinks that next McHale let him control the ball over half court, three chairs cross dribble, this project should have a good impression, he has always been good at controlling the ball, before he grew taller his idol has always been Delong, he likes to watch Delong's cross step in disguise, no matter what others say that Paul's breakthrough is better than Delong, he just thinks that Delong's breakthrough is more ornamental, and is always ready to fight with others in order to prove this, we know that Wang Xiaoer is half a coward, rushing to this point, he is true love for Delong's fat man.

Can't hide from what should be, McHale really wants to see him defend, and designate Jones on, and then a "Motai you relay", let Wang Xiaoer scold his mother in his heart, Motai may not be famous, but in terms of only fame, it is all obtained by his low-post singles!

He doesn't suffer a loss in the speed of defending Jones, and the height is not bad, Jones's official report is 206, but it is actually slightly lower than Wang Xiaoer's bare foot 204, at first Jones sat in the position, leaned on Wang Xiaoer with his back strength, and then turned over and hooked his hands, and took a step forward to pull away the position and throw, casually entering. Wang Xiaoer really felt the accuracy of the NBA players, this kind of hook hand and throw, it was really a goal, there was no suspense, and there was no room for luck.

Wang Xiaoer changed his strategy, he resisted Jones to prevent him from comfortably squeezing into the low position, and then used his arm span to constantly interfere, Jones kept muttering at him, "Foul, you foul, foul!" Then, continue to go in hard, but Jones suffers from such a competition, he doesn't have Howard's body, Wang Xiaoer doesn't have many muscles, but he eats stupidly on weekdays, has a stomach, this has tonnage, he is not easy to squeeze, and he doesn't have enough strength to get inside and then rely on the shot, and the hit rate goes down, before 5 out of 5, now he eats 4 strongly, and only one enters.

The teammates of the Rockets watched with relish, while Harden and Howard were more involved, silently gritting their teeth every time Wang Xiaoer was scored, and then cheering loudly every time he defended one. Howard will applaud and secretly aim at McHale, but McHale doesn't seem to care about Wang Xiaoer's defense of 3 in a row, and he chats with Saifei with a relaxed face, even the most beautiful one, Jones arches in, and then turns around and jumps and is kicked out of bounds by Wang Xiaoer, he didn't see it at all.

Jones didn't want to lose his share in this amateur player, he had been robbed of the start by Motai because of injury, he made adjustments, took a step back, and used his excellent ball sense to disguise himself, the first step was especially fast, and by the way, he took two steps to resist Wang Xiaoer's arm and scored a layup.

"King! What are you doing! Why only play against the plate, and don't reach out to interfere? Where's your cap?! Very rarely, McHale questioned him with a serious face, and McHale may have forgotten that this trial was just for a soy sauce.

"Please! Of course, I can only resist the next plate" Wang Xiaoer is not false at all, Harden didn't dare to look at it, he covered his eyes, "I'm grass!" it," he whispered.

Wang Xiaoer turned around and shouted at McHale, who looked puzzled, "Isn't there Howard standing here?" He's going to cover this cap! Randomly, he pointed to the paint area diagonally.