NBA: Start with a three-point experience card

Chapter 1716 Curveball

Wang Yi took out another basketball from the nearby basket, threw it up with his left hand, and hit the basketball with his right fist when it fell.

bang——

The basketball flew out again, extremely fast.

It hit the opposite wall again and bounced off.

The administrator next to him felt inexplicable when he saw this.

What is Wang practicing?
He is an administrator here, and there are many players from other cities who come here to practice, and he is often lucky enough to meet those players.

Some people came to practice their muscles, some to practice three-pointers, some to practice layups, and some to practice passing and dribbling.

But I have never seen anyone practice like Wang Yi.

Hitting a basketball with your fists, what the hell are you practicing?
But seeing that Wang Yi has entered the practice state at this time, he didn't bother Wang Yi, but helped Wang Yi pick up the smashed ball and put it in the next ball frame.

Since the ball Wang Yi hit was very powerful, the ball bounced back after hitting the opposite wall, and came to the side of the court again, so in fact, he could pick up the ball and put it back into the basket within a few steps.

About 15 minutes later, the administrator's son, Wang Gaddafi, arrived.

His wife also arrived at the same time.

They all looked very excited when they saw the king.

His wife wanted to ask Wang Yi for an autograph that season, but Gaddafi shook his head.

"He is practicing with the ball. Let's talk about it after he finishes practicing. We can help him pick up the ball now."

So the family of three quietly helped Wang Yi pick up the ball. During the pick-up, they spoke very quietly, as if they were afraid of disturbing Wang Yi.

For a fan, it is already a luxury to be able to quietly watch his idol from the sidelines, not to mention being able to help his idol pick up the ball.

However, when the woman and the child saw Wang Yi hitting the basketball with one punch after another, both of them were puzzled and cast a questioning look at the administrator next to him.

The administrator shrugged and spread his hands, indicating that I don't know either.

Then use a look to signal them to just pick up the ball and leave the rest alone.

So the family of three began to help pick up the ball.

After Wang Yi punched and smashed the ball 100 times, the joints of his right fist started to hurt.

The surface of the basketball has granular protrusions. If you hit the basketball hard with your fist, the surface of the fist will be easily scratched over time.

Wang Yi looked at his fist, which was already a little red.

He took out a bandage from his backpack and wrapped it around his right fist a few times.

Then continue to practice.

In this way, although the skin on the hands will not break for a while, it will eventually break after a long time.

After practicing for the 3000th throw of the ball, the bandage on Wang Yi's right fist was already oozing blood.

Wang Yi took a few breaths, and then sat down to rest.

The kid next to him, Gaddafi, handed Wang Yi a bottle of water.

Wang Yi shook his head regretfully, then stroked the child's head with his left hand: "I have my own water."

As he spoke, he took out his own cup from his bag, and took two sips.

The kid looked a little sorry.

The father of the child next to him explained: "Wang, all the stars will not accept food or drinks from others casually."

The child asked suspiciously, "Why?"

Without waiting for the child's father to speak, Wang Yi stroked the child's head first, and said with a smile, "Do you like basketball?"

The child nodded: "I like it, I also want to be a football star in the future."

Wang Yi said with a smile: "When you become a star in the future, you will know why."

The child nodded: "Yes."

At this time, the administrator's wife pointed to Wang Yi with her right hand: "My lord, your right hand is bleeding."

Wang Yi shook his head: "It's okay."

He removed the bandages in circles with fists.

When the last lap was removed, the bandage was completely soaked in blood.

Wang Yi shook his head, took out a certain white medicine, and put a little on his back to stop the bleeding.

Then he gritted his teeth and wrapped it tightly with a bandage again.

He then wrapped his left hand in a bandage as well.

In the next practice, I will throw the ball with my right hand and hit the basketball with my left fist.

This time, he supported with his left hand for a longer time.

The left fist didn't bleed until the 5000th hit.

In the end, he switched to a right fist and continued to hit the basketball reluctantly.

Then switched to the left hand and landed another 2000 punches.

After practicing like this, I practiced until more than 12 o'clock that night.

The Gaddafi family saw that when Wang Yi took off the bandage after training, they could even see that the bandage and the skin on the back of his hand seemed to be glued together.

Wang Yi's hands were also trembling slightly.

They are all secretly distressed.

"Wang, does it hurt?"

asked the kid king Gaddafi next to him.

I smiled and said, "Of course it hurts."

"Then why do you still practice like this?"

Wang Yi said: "Because I want to be the strongest player in the world. If I don't practice, I will be overtaken by others if I am not careful."

At this moment, in the heart of little Wang Gaddafi, Wang Yi has already planted a seed for him.

In his opinion, Wang is already the strongest player in the world, but he still works so hard, so why should he not work hard?
Finally, Wang Yi said to the administrator next to him: "I will come again at about 6:00 tomorrow morning, please arrange the time well."

The administrator said: "Don't worry, our family will arrive on time at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning."

Wang Yi said: "It is already 12 o'clock, the child must ensure adequate sleep, tomorrow morning..."

Before Wang Yi finished speaking, the child said, "I can."

At the same time, he showed Wang Yi a pleading look.

Wang Yi nodded and said, "Well, you can come tomorrow, but you don't have to get up so early. Also, please don't tell others that I am here to practice."

Gaddafi nodded: "Of course."

Back at his hotel, after taking a bath, Wang Yi couldn't hold his chopsticks steadily while eating.

After eating, Nicole put medicine on Wang Yi's hands while feeling distressed.

Although Wang Yi's fists still hurt, the backs of his hands were already swollen like bear's paws.But he has suffered a lot since he was a child, so this bit of suffering is nothing.

When he woke up at 6 a.m. the next morning, the back of his hand was less swollen.

Although the wound has not fully recovered, it is much stronger than last night, at least I can move normally.

This is also the strengthening of his body by the system.

For ordinary people, if they were made like last night, they might not be able to move their palms the next morning, but with systematic blessings, Wang Yi's body recovery ability is much faster than ordinary people.

He simply washed up and went straight to the arena.

When he came, Gaddafi's family had already arrived, and they had prepared everything for Wang Yi to practice.

(End of this chapter)