Chapter 104: The Persistence of Warcraft

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Dwight Howard took a basketball from the frame next to him with a blank face, held it in his hand, adjusted his gestures, and threw it.

Bang~~

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Swish~~~~~

He's working on his free throws.

All the while, his free throws were a weakness.

From his first season in the league, fouls have been the best way for his opponents to deal with him whenever they are on the court and can't stop him from scoring in a conventional way. That's right, foul, get him to the free throw line. Once he's on the free throw line, he's going to start to get helpless, damn basketball, and he can't get it in the basket in that position no matter what he does.

It's okay, isn't it just that the free throw is bad?

O'Neal also sucks at free throws, but who's to say he's not a super center? A muscle type like him is destined to be bad at shooting free throws, and it doesn't matter, even if he misses a free throw, he can grab more rebounds than others and score more points than others.

At least that's what his coach, Coach Van Gundy, asks him of.

He used to comfort himself in the same way.

Until this season......

Bang~~~~

Fail!

Fail!

Fail!

And not just the defeat of the game, but that feeling of being completely powerless! Three times! In the three duels with that guy, he was at a disadvantage in front of him, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how hard he struggled, that bastard could completely suppress himself, and even his most proud rebounding ball was left far behind him!

That bastard!

Dwight Howard's hands clenched the basketball in his hand tightly, and the muscles on his tangled arms continued to bulge!

It's not that he can't accept defeat!

After three years of fierce battles in the alliance, he is not the stunned young man who thinks that after entering the alliance, he can call the wind and rain and trample everyone under his feet. He also understands that although his talent is outstanding, there is no shortage of talented superstars in this league!

He's just one of those heroes!

Failure, he is acceptable!

And have been accepted many times!

But that bastard...... He didn't use all his strength at all!

That's right!

I want to win, I want to beat him in the game, and prove that I am the best one on the inside!

The one most anticipated!

But...... He dared not to give his all in the competition!

But even if he doesn't do his best, that bastard, that Chinese, that guy named Zhang Kong can steadily suppress himself in any aspect, whether it is offense, defense, or even organization, ://.Enter the NBA, he doesn't even need to adapt, he has become the best one in the center position! No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake him in the slightest, that person seemed to be a big mountain across the world, firmly blocking himself from this side of the world. This side of the weak, take away all the honor, leaving only the humble self who survives!

The moment the body made contact, he could even see the contempt and contempt that flashed in the bastard's eyes from time to time!

That's right!

Contempt and contempt for yourself!

Maybe on the surface he didn't show it!

Maybe he didn't even realize it!

But through the fiercest confrontation, through the challenge of doing his best, he felt it himself.

Feel the disdain that guy has in his gestures!

That guy didn't think of himself as an opponent at all!

Does he think I'm a little guy who doesn't need attention?!!!

How dare he!!!

How dare he!!

"Dwight!" A gruff roar interrupted Dwight Howard's musings. Just by listening to the voice, Howard knew who the other person was. Moreover, there is only one person who can run to the training hall to find himself at this time.

"Mr. Ewing."

The man behind him, Patrick Ewing. Naismith Basketball Hall of Famer, one of the four centers in the 90s, the core of the team that commanded the New York Gangs, known as the Gorilla, the Iron Tower, an eleven All-Star, and a tough guy who was considered impossible to defeat.

A loser!

Yes, a humble loser.

Patrick is always so self-deprecating.

In his life, he has never set foot on the highest and highest place.

So no matter how many honors he receives, no matter how many idols he is, he has never won even a championship ring, he is an undoubted loser. In competitive sports, only the champion is everything. Maybe you could say that he didn't have a championship ring because he ran into Jordan, he ran into Olajuwon, he ran into ...... But isn't the ultimate reason why you say this because he is not as strong as those people?

He's defeated!

No amount of excuses is useless.

"Practice free throws?"

"Yes, sir." Howard replied, picked up all the basketballs scattered on the court, and picked up another one, ready to continue......

Looking at Dwight Howard, who exuded a breath of life from top to bottom, Patrick Ewing's face flashed with a strange look of satisfaction, and then said coldly: "There is no way to improve the free throw in a short period of training, you have wasted too many summers." ”

Patrick Ewing's words made Howard's movements stagnate, but he didn't stop after all, and still threw the basketball in his hand, but this basketball was really outrageous.

"What are you thinking, Dwight?" Ewing's voice was cold, sounding completely unkind: "You don't think that practicing free throws will be of any use to your confrontation with that guy, do you?" Do you think that guy is defending you and needs to be fouled? ”

Is a foul required?

Does he need a foul on defense?

No, you don't!

No one else is needed to answer, Howard has already given the answer himself. His mind has already given the answer, Zhang Kong doesn't need to foul himself at all, he has a whole bunch of ways to keep himself from getting close to the basket, or even ...... Even if he gets close to the basket, he can still stop himself from scoring!

That guy can do it!

Howard's heart is tingling!

Prior to this season, he had always considered himself one of the best in the league.

At least the best one in the center position!

Yao?

Yao Ming was sure to cause trouble for himself a lot, but that guy's natural physique meant that he wouldn't be in the alliance for too long. He would only be in his prime for one or two seasons, and then he would start to decline rapidly, and even one injury would be enough to ruin him completely.

After all, his feet have accumulated too many injuries!

There are many media who have been impatient to announce that he dominates all the rebounds in the league, and in the next few years, as the big shark gets older, the league will have no center to compete with him! He was selected for the 2008 Běijīng Olympic team, and became the starter in the center position, which made Howard confirm this for a while. For this reason, he has been complacent many times.

And that person appeared.

He once dominated all the rebounds in the league, and that person ruled everything in the league's restricted area!

Include yourself!

"What should I do?!" Howard's voice was half hope, half despair, which was entangled in the complex feelings of hope that he was unwilling to give up and despair that knew that he was hopeless, even if he was no longer in Nanqing, he still couldn't bear it!

"Good for you." Ewing's eyes were complicated, sarcastic, hopeful: "Give up." ”

"Give up?"

"That's right, give up. Just accept it, he's born to rule the league, and you're just an ordinary star. Just give up, don't mind too much, it's not a coward's act, after all, you're dealing with the kind of enemy who can't be defeated at all. At least, with your little ability, there is definitely no way to catch up with him, not even his shadow. Ewing didn't care about hitting Dwight Howard's jīng Shinto: "Accept God's arrangement, be a star player with peace of mind, play in the league for more than ten years, save a lot of money, and then retire with this money, just ......like Stockton and Malone."

"Give up ......" Dwight Howard's voice was low, like a roar coming from deep in his throat, filled with anger and unwillingness.

"Think for yourself, Dwight." With one last word, Patrick Ewing turned to leave, his voice coming from close at hand, but as if it were far away.

"After this series, you think it out, let's talk."

With a clang, the door to the training ground was slammed shut.

Only the lonely figure of Dwight Howard was left, as if he had been completely abandoned by the world in this corner of the world.

The sun shone in through the window, stretching his shadow long, long......

PS. Personally, I think Ewing may not have trained Howard seriously at all, or maybe Howard did not study seriously. Anyway, Ewing has trained him for a few years, and it feels like he hasn't made much progress, so it's still the same routine as when he first entered the league, in order to create a barely called 'threat' for Zhang Kong, and change Howard's life trajectory a little here.

The Warcraft in reality is too 'cheating', in our fantasy world, let's let the Warcraft be strong.

Source: Forrest Gump