NBA: Top 3D talents to start

"Ding dong..."

"Welcome, what would you like to eat?"

As soon as the guests entered the door, they were a little surprised to see the huge monster walking in front of them.

"Old Wang, your newly hired waiter looks really strong!"

The customer who just entered the door is a regular customer of the fast food restaurant.

Hearing his words, Wang Xu, who was busy at the bar, raised his head and said with a smile, "A child from a relative's family, just come to help for a few days, what do you want?"

……

After a few minutes, the kitchen.

"How about the new clothes?"

Wang Xu smiled and wanted to pat Wang Feng on the shoulder, but the difference in height between the two made it very difficult for him to do so, so he had to give up.

"Well, it's just right, thank you, Brother Wang."

Wang Feng nodded slightly and said.

For Wang Feng, who is 2 meters tall, there is no suitable clothes for him in the restaurant, so after spending a day, Wang Xu specially bought a suit of clothes for Wang Feng. Continue to suffer from the cold in the twelfth lunar month of winter.

"That's good."

Wang Xu nodded slightly.

Although he has only been in contact with him for less than two days, Wang Feng has a very good impression on him. He is careful and polite, not like those street gangsters he imagined.

In this case, even if Wang Feng is allowed to stay here temporarily, it is not impossible to even pay him a little later.

It's just that Wang Xu's fast food restaurant is also a small business, focusing on Chinese food. The business in Queens, New York is not good.

"If you are tired, you can go to the back kitchen to rest. You can stay in the shop for the time being."

Wang Xu felt completely at ease with Wang Feng, and let him stay in the shop at night without worrying that Wang Feng would steal the things in the shop and run away.

"Well, Brother Wang, I'm just staying here for a few days. When a team wants me, I can move out of here." Wang Feng did not forget to add.

Regarding what Wang Feng said, Wang Xu just listened casually.

Although Wang Feng's height looks like that of a basketball player, he doesn't think Wang Feng can play in the NBA.

Although Wang Xu doesn't know much about basketball and sports circles, his son is a die-hard basketball fan, and he talks about Michael Jordan's name all day long.

Therefore, under the influence of his ears and eyes, Wang Xu more or less knows what is going on in the NBA.

It was a stage for a group of rich people to compete. It is said that even the worst substitute player has an annual salary of tens of thousands. For example, Patrick Ewing, the star of the New York Knicks, has an annual salary of more than 400 million!
400 million dollars!

For Wang Xu, this is simply an astronomical figure. The net profit of his fast food restaurant is only more than 1 US dollars for a whole year, and this more than 1 US dollars needs to support his whole family.

Therefore, for him, NBA affairs are like listening to a story.

"Oh, by the way, I mentioned your matter to my son yesterday. I said that you want to play in the NBA. He is a die-hard NBA fan and is very interested in you. He said that he would come to the store after class today. you."

"Brother Wang's son?"...

Wang Feng remembers that Wang Xu mentioned before that he has a son named Wang Xiao who just this year is studying in a high school in Brooklyn, New York.

"Yes, if he wants to learn how to play basketball, I can teach him."

Wang Feng said so.

However, when Wang Feng was about to close the store in the afternoon, when he formally met Wang Xu's son Wang Xiao, what he saw was the expression of disgust written on his face.

"Hehe, you are the guy my dad said."

Wang Xiao's dress is sleek and full of hip-hop style, which is comparable to many black youths on the street.

"I just said that my father was deceived by others. He is quite tall, but you don't think that you can enter the NBA just because of your height, right? Are you afraid of blowing the cowhide?"

Wang Feng: "..."

"Stinky boy, why did you talk to your Uncle Wang Feng?" Wang Xu immediately scolded.

It's just that compared to Wang Xiao, it seems that Wang Xu's words hurt Wang Feng even more.

uncle?

Since when did he become an uncle?

After being scolded by Wang Xu, Wang Xiao didn't speak any more, and turned away with his mouth curled.

Perhaps in his eyes, Wang Feng was a homeless man who went to his father's shop to cheat and abduct him in order to get a stutter.

Wang Feng didn't take this matter to heart.

In this day and age, such thoughts are not surprising at all.

Before Dayao achieved unprecedented success in the NBA, almost everyone felt that Asians were simply not suitable for the sport of basketball, which belonged to blacks and whites.

Wang Feng is a man of yellow race, but he brazenly says he wants to play in the NBA. No one who knows a little bit about basketball will believe him.

This is also a problem that troubles Wang Feng now.

How can he join the NBA team.

94 was not the same as Wang Feng's original era, including the development of the NBA. Although each team has professional scouts, the main focus of the scouts is on colleges and high schools.

A pure "newcomer" like Wang Feng, who is close to 30 years old and has no competition experience, no one will take a look at him at all.

"Speaking of the fastest way to join the NBA... It really is to blow up an active star player in the league, so as to quickly enter the scout's sight."

At night, Wang Feng lay on the "bed" made out of improvised tables, thinking silently.

"But the question is, which star will be idle and have nothing to do, and I will be singled out by an unknown person like me?"

Wang Feng suddenly thought of a place, a place that has been blown up in the sky on the domestic Internet - Rock Park.

Locke Park, the most famous basketball court in the world, is located in Harlem near Manhattan, New York. It is the birthplace of streetball culture in the United States and the holy land of streetball. Countless streetball players have been born here, including those who once played in the NBA. Alston, the streetball king who has played.

There are also many well-known NBA stars who have come to Rock Park to play, including but not limited to Kobe, Iverson, Carter and others.

This place is different from the high-threshold NBA. As a street basketball court, anyone can play. As long as the personal skills are good enough, they can dominate the court, and NBA scouts often visit Rock Park.

The only problem is that Wang Feng is a little flustered when it comes to Locke Park. …

It's not a well-behaved professional arena. As the most representative basketball court of black culture, it's not peaceful at all.

Wang Feng has seen related news more than once. It is said that someone wearing a new pair of sneakers went to Rock Park to step on the field, but was targeted by several black people.

Some people also say that you should never take the subway to Rock Park, because it is very dangerous when you get out of the subway.

Wang Feng was really worried, if he went to the Locke Park to play in the stadium carelessly, would his life be in danger?The literal kind.

After all, with Wang Feng's current overall rating of 99 and the ability of a large number of purple Hall of Fame-level badges, it is completely a dimensionality reduction blow in Rock Park. No matter how strong a street player is, he needs to have a body, a skill, and a three-point breakthrough. Even a perfect basketball player who is almost all-round inside can only be blown up in front of a one-on-one match.

If Wang Feng was black, he didn't have to worry so much, after all, everyone was black, and they would give each other some face.

But as an Asian, if you want to show off your power in the black territory, you must be prepared to take corresponding risks.

Wang Feng didn't want to die from an inexplicable shooting before challenging the NBA dynasty. Therefore, although the plan to make a name for himself in Rock Park is feasible, the specific implementation process must be cautious.

"Tomorrow, I will go to the surrounding street courts to inspect the atmosphere and culture of street basketball in this era, and then go to Locke Park after learning something..."

……

"Xiao Xiao, you talked too much today."

At Wang Xu's home, when the family was having dinner at the dining table, Wang Xu said to Wang Xiao.

"Playing in the NBA is his dream. You don't have to believe that he can do it, but you can't insult his dream!"

"Hmph, what respect is there in daydreaming?"

Holding the rice bowl, Wang Xiao said in a low voice with some annoyance.

"Wang Xiao!"

Wang Xu frowned, and his tone became more serious, he was really angry.

Wang Xiao didn't say anything else, and ate in silence with his head bowed, but the hands holding the bowls and chopsticks were involuntarily clenched.

Damn, why did I recall it at this time...

That was when Wang Xiao was just entering high school. During a class activity, he uttered his dream loudly in front of all his classmates.

"My dream is to enter the NBA and become a basketball star!"

In order to fulfill his dream, Wang Xiao signed up for the high school team and formally received systematic basketball training.

however……

"Hahaha! Still want to play in the NBA at this level? I can beat you with one hand!"

"Save your energy, no matter how hard you try, it's useless, your talent is just like that!"

"A person of yellow race also wants to play basketball? Don't have such unrealistic dreams in the future!"

I don’t know when he started to understand the cruelty of reality. Wang Xiao never mentioned his dream and quit the school basketball team. Although he still loves basketball and the NBA, he already understands that the NBA is something he can never do. touched areas.

"Hmph, a guy who came out of nowhere, is already in his 30s, and actually wants to play in the NBA? Stop dreaming!"

……

The next day, after finishing the chores in the convenience store, Wang Feng took a leave of absence with his boss, Wang Xu, to wander around the surrounding neighborhoods and investigate the situation of the street basketball courts. …

I have to admit that the United States in the 90s was really well-built, and many street public facilities were even less than those of the first-tier cities in China 20 years later.

But this is not surprising, this is New York, the largest city in the whole of Mimi, and it is also one of the best cities in the world. How can the construction be poor?
In recent years, with the three consecutive championships of Jordan, the god of basketball, the NBA, as the third largest ball game in the entire country, has received more and more love.

Wang Feng strolled around a few blocks, and saw as many as several courts, and he could see someone playing in each court, which can clearly see the strong basketball atmosphere in the United States.

It's just that although there are many players, their level is not good enough.

The vast majority of them are just ordinary fans. In Wang Feng's view, they are quite amateurs, and they don't even have the desire to stop and take a second look.

"Sure enough, if you want to become famous, you still have to go to places like Rock Park, the holy land of streetball..."

Thinking this way in Wang Feng's mind, he passed another street basketball court.

Glancing at a few kids playing on the court, he shook his head slightly and was about to leave.

At this moment, a familiar figure among the few people made him stop.

"Is that... Wang Xiao?"

Wang Feng was a little surprised to see the hip-hop style Wang Xiao, who was wearing a jersey and a white turban, sweating profusely on the court.

"That's right, Brother Wang said before that Wang Xiao also likes the NBA very much, so it's not surprising that he likes playing so much."

Stopping and observing Wang Xiao's basketball level, Wang Feng couldn't help shaking his head slightly.

From a professional point of view, Wang Xiao's dribbling skills are barely so-so, but his body is too thin. Even the amateur defensive level of this high school student can seriously affect his movements once he has slight physical contact with him.

This level can only be a basketball fan.

While Wang Feng was still watching the bustle, a few black guys walked over from a distance.

"Hey, I said, why are you here to play again? Didn't you say that? This is our territory!"

These people came to the court, directly stopped Wang Xiao and the others who were playing, and said bluntly.

The two parties seemed to know each other. Although the other party's tone was high-spirited, Wang Xiao and the others didn't say much, and silently put away the basketball and were about to leave.

But at this time, the black young man who spoke earlier looked at Wang Xiao and laughed again.

"Who was I at that time? I didn't look carefully just now. It turned out to be Wang Xiao, our inspirational star who wanted to enter the NBA! Why, are you still working hard for your basketball dream?"

Wang Xiao lowered his head and said nothing, but he couldn't help but clenched his fists.

He knew the black man in front of him. He was the ace of Wang Xiao's high school basketball team, Jack.

Jack is a man of the year in their high school, and he is also well-known in the high school basketball circle in the United States. I heard that there are already several college scouts who are already investigating Jack's potential. Sports Special Enrollment Join the University and Play in the NCAA!

Everyone knows that the NCAA is the best bridge to the NBA.

If there is anyone in their high school who is most likely to join the NBA in the future, it must be Jack!

It's just that although he is very talented, this guy has a very bad personality. In school, he likes to rely on his height of nearly 1 meters and strong body, and often bullies his classmates.

Wang Xiao was one of the targets he bullied.

"Interesting, the future NBA star, it's hard to see you on the court, or let's have a one-on-one match, I'm very sorry that you leave the school team, because I always want to experience the future NBA star on the court style."

Listening to Jack's sneering ridicule, Wang Xiao didn't respond, and turned his head to leave with the basketball in his arms.

But as soon as he moved, he was immediately surrounded by several people.

"I'm telling you, kid! You have to fight me one-on-one today, or you don't want to leave here!"