070 Sorry, I'm late
Lin Dong took a deep breath, and his center of gravity suddenly pressed down.
At this moment, the seemingly relaxed body suddenly released as if a taut bowstring had suddenly released, and it slammed out in the direction of the right front.
The black shadow in front of him stopped one step in front of him, and his superb reaction followed up in time, steadily blocking the direction of his breakthrough.
Lin Dong's body flipped like a spinning top, and his center of gravity changed to the left.
The figure in the trance followed his movements and changed direction at such a fast speed that the two of them were almost in the same pace.
Ke Lin Dong's left hand dribbling made a big horizontal turn at this time, and after the basketball hit the ground, he pulled out a large angle of nearly 150 degrees in front of him, and changed to a right-handed dribble, and the center of gravity of his body changed again.
The smooth shift of the body's center of gravity and the powerful core strength make this step extremely fast.
The defensive position, which was originally a step, is now close at hand.
Swish!
One step through.
This time, the figure finally failed to keep up, and at the same time that the two of them were out of shape, another tall figure finally appeared in front of Lin Dong's eyes, obviously standing on the route he broke through.
If the center of gravity changes three times during the previous training, it is already difficult to adjust the center of gravity of the body by this step.
But the rapid second change of direction just now allowed him to control his body very well at this time, and an easy back dribble allowed him to drill through the side of the tall figure with ease.
The two imaginary figures dissipated, and Lin Dong made an easy layup.
Swish~~
The basketball drills through the hoop and makes a crisp sound.
"That step was so fast!" Fuji Zhen, who was standing on the sidelines, exclaimed: "It's obviously ...... How? ”
Lin Dong ignored it, his brows furrowed.
It's over, but it's not by the three changes of direction that I've always been keen on, but by the explosion of physical fitness.
This body is indeed more talented in basketball and more explosive than in his previous life.
It is foreseeable that he will have a more predictable future than his previous life, but the question is...... Skill is still not growing.
If physical fitness is internal strength, then ball skills are moves, is the control of yourself, and you can truly control it from the heart, so that you can fully give full play to the natural advantages of your body.
When abusing vegetables, the improvement of physical fitness can certainly make you win more easily, but in the face of NBA-level masters, physical fitness alone is far from enough.
The NBA is not short of rookies who are physically explosive but have rough skills, and this kind of rookie who will be taught to be human every minute as long as they enter the league.
Training on an imaginary enemy alone is still too limited......
"Lin Dong Lin Dong! There's a call for you! Something is wrong! ”
Lin Dong frowned and was thinking about it, when he saw someone running out of the stadium office and shouting.
Event? What's the big deal?
"Here we are." Lin Dong stopped, wiped his sweat and walked towards the office.
"What's wrong?"
"Is Lin Dongjun's father sick again?" The rest of the people in the arena were chattering.
"Where's your focus? Don't guess! Keep training! Fuji Zhen greeted and hurriedly followed.
When he arrived at the door of the office, he only heard Lin Dong's non-stop 'uh-huh-hmm' a few times, and when he hung up the phone and turned around, his face was actually full of smiles.
"A good thing?" Fujima asked.
"Of course it's a good thing." Lin Dong smiled and said, "Do you want to open your eyes?" ”
"How do you open your eyes?"
"Then let's go, call the flower shape, there's not much time, let's talk while walking."
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"NBA Draft Players?!"
"Immortal Dao and Ah Mu have been blown up? 10:0? Oh my God......"
"The field next to the Yokohama Gymnasium? I know there, not far from Xiangbei University! ”
In the taxi, Fujima and Hanagata listened to Lin Dong's introduction, and the two big men were flushed with excitement.
What grade is the NBA?
That is the supreme temple in the hearts of all basketball fans in the world, and the players who can participate in the NBA draft, I am afraid that any one of them can beat the whole of Japan!
can see such a master and Lin Dongjun duel with his own eyes......
"This ...... Lin Dongjun, are you sure? ”
Lin Dong smiled and didn't answer him.
Since the crossing, there have been few things that can make him as excited and looking forward to as he is at this moment.
It's been too boring to mix in the Japanese high school league for a few months, and I'm longing for an opponent to have a good fight, but I didn't expect this opponent to take the initiative to send it to the door.
As for certainty?
Frankly speaking, Lin Dong feels that he does not have the strength to compete with NBA-level players now, and it can even be said that he is still far behind.
But the draft and the NBA are two different things.
In the history of the NBA, there have indeed been some rookies who have exploded in talent as soon as they landed in the league, such as Jordan, Iverson and the like, but those are very few after all.
Not to mention that the 2000 draft is recognized as the worst in the NBA draft, even if it is other classes, after the normal draft enters the league, no matter how favored it is, it must have at least one or two years of high-level game training to gradually grow.
Before that, they were actually a bunch of college students and high school students, not to mention the high school students among them, even if they were at the level of the NCAA, they had been taught in their previous lives.
That's right!
What's more, at times like this, winning or losing doesn't matter at all.
Lin Dong's heart burned with a fire.
Being able to fight with a master is what he dreams of the most now!
The three of them kept urging, and the taxi driver also sped all the way.
Shoyo is in Fujisawa City, which is actually a few streets away from Yokohama, but it took nearly 20 minutes from receiving the call to coming out to take a taxi and then to this side.
Don't be afraid of anything else, I'm afraid that those blacks have already run away.
Fortunately, when they saw the wild field on the side of the Yokohama street, when the three of them hurriedly paid and got out of the car, it seemed that there was still a fight in the field, and there were already many onlookers-by.
It's just that the field is no longer the fairy road and black heads-up that Mito Yohei said, but has become 3 to 3.
Kiyota Nobunaga and Ichiro Shinsoe were both gasping for breath on the sidelines, as if they had already gone up to play a round, but they were still looking at the court with nervous faces.
On the field, a tall black man dangled across the fairy road and jumped high against the cherry blossom road under the town's guard basket.
Sakuragi also blushed and jumped up, blocking with two big hands, but before he could rise to the top, the strong impact of the other party had already squeezed him directly to the side.
The rise of blacks is not endless, and both hands are violently slammed into the frame.
Buzz Buzz ......
The basket buzzed and trembled, and several black men laughed and high-fived, but Sakuragi Hanamichi had already fallen to the ground with a clatter.
"Are you alright, Sakuragi?" The gentry asked breathlessly.
Sakuragi Hanamichi turned over and jumped up, and said viciously, "It's okay! ”
After all, but the buttocks and shoulders are faintly painful, and the impact of the other party just now is like a pickup truck, and the body is as hard as an iron block!
Since playing basketball, even in the face of the 202-centimeter Yuzhu, he has never lost in strength, but now he ...... Damn it!
"Soft like a bunch of." The black man laughed and fell from the basket, and no longer picking up the ball, he said to his two companions, "What a good mood to abuse the vegetables!" I'll be able to eat a big plate again in a while, hahaha, where are you going in the afternoon......"
Don't fight?
Sendo, Sakuragi, Maki, and even Kiyota Nobunaga and others on the sidelines were panting at this time, their faces full of anger.
But...... The gap is too big, it feels like an adult beating a child, and people can't help but think that these three guys are just like three Lin Dong.
Although Mito Yohei called Lin Dong, it would take some time to rush over from the Xiangyang Arena, and it seemed that it was too late.
In order to delay the time just now, Mu Shenyi reluctantly pulled Xiandao and the others, and used the rotation consumption to fight with them.
In the news report of Stern's visit to Japan, Mu Shenyi had seen a picture of one of the three guys.
It was the TV report of Masatoshi Ozaki, the president of the Japanese Basketball Association, receiving David Stern, who was standing behind Stern at the time, with dark skin, a big nose, short curls, a strong body, and quite obvious features, and was a player in this year's NBA draft, but the other two were not seen on the TV screen.
Everyone is seventeen or eighteen years old, thinking that the other two may not be so powerful, not necessarily players, and three to three can not only delay time, but also maybe let others score one or two, so as to find some court.
But I didn't expect to be on the court to know that the strength of the two was also unfathomable, and it felt similar to that NBA rookie, not only did they have full technical and physical talents, but they also cooperated smoothly with various passes and cuts, and they had already beaten them twice 10-0 in minutes, and they didn't even touch the ball during the whole game.
I can't beat it, I can't beat it, I have already played 20 of the 10 balls I said, and now that others are impatient and want to leave, they have no reason to continue to stop.
It's just that...... This is really embarrassing!
They were glaring helplessly, but they finally heard the voice laughing at the entrance of the stadium: "Sorry, I'm late." ”