The Road to Stardom: Start as a Slam Dunk Master.

Chapter 70 Sorry, I'm Late

Lin Dong took a deep breath and suddenly lowered his center of gravity.

The seemingly relaxed body suddenly let go of a taut bowstring at this moment, and rushed out towards the right front.

The black shadow in front of him stopped him one step in front of him, and his superb reaction followed up in time, firmly blocking the direction of his breakthrough.

Lin Dong's body turned like a top, and his center of gravity changed to the left.

The figure in a trance followed his movements and changed directions at an extremely fast speed, making the two of them almost keep the same pace.

But Lin Dong's left hand when dribbling the ball took advantage of the situation and made a large sideways turn. After the basketball hit the ground, it pulled out a large angle of nearly 150 degrees in front of him. He switched to dribbling with his right hand, and his body center of gravity changed again.

The smooth transition of the body's center of gravity and the strong core strength make this step of changing direction extremely fast.

The defensive position that was originally one step away is now within easy reach.

Swish!
One step forward.

This time, the figure finally failed to keep up. While the two of them were moving away from each other, another tall figure finally appeared in front of Lin Dong. Apparently, he had already set his sights on the route of his breakthrough. superior.

If the center of gravity changed three times during the previous training, it would be difficult to adjust the center of gravity by the time you reach this step.

But the rapid second change of direction just now gave him excellent control over his body at this time. An easy back dribble allowed him to slip past the tall figure with ease.

The two imaginary figures then disappeared, and Lin Dong easily made a layup.

shuh~~
The basketball passed through the basket and made a crisp sound.

"That step just now was so fast!" Teng Zhen, who was standing on the sidelines, exclaimed: "You have obviously already...how did you do it?"

Lin Dong ignored it and frowned.

He passed, but it was not the three changes of direction that he had been keen on before, but the explosion of physical fitness.

This body is indeed more talented in basketball and more explosive than his previous life.

It is foreseeable that he will have a more promising future than his previous life, but the problem is... his skills have not improved yet.

If physical fitness is internal strength, then football skills are moves and control over oneself. Only when you truly control yourself can you fully utilize your body's natural advantages.

When you're playing hard, improving your physical fitness will certainly make you more able to win, but when you're really facing an NBA-level player, physical fitness alone is not enough.

The NBA has no shortage of rookies with explosive physical conditions but rough skills. As long as they enter the league, they will be taught how to behave in minutes.

Relying solely on imaginary enemy training is still too limited...

"Lin Dong Lin Dong! I'm calling you! Something big has happened!"

Lin Dong frowned and was thinking, when he saw someone running out from the arena office and yelling.

event?What's the big deal?
"Here we come." Lin Dong stopped, wiped his sweat and walked towards the office.

"What happened?"

"Is Lin Dongjun's father sick again?" Others in the arena chirped.

"Where is your concentration? Stop guessing! Keep training!" Teng Zhen greeted and quickly followed.

When he arrived at the door of the office, he could only hear Lin Dong's continuous "um um um" sounds. When he hung up the phone and turned around, his face was actually full of smiles.

"A good thing?" Teng Zhen asked.

"Of course it's a good thing." Lin Dong said with a smile: "Do you want to broaden your horizons?"

"How to open your eyes?"

"Then let's go, call Hanagata, we don't have much time, let's talk as we walk."

…………

“Players from the NBA draft?!”

"Xiandao and Amu have been defeated? 10:0? Oh my god..."

"The field field next to Yokohama Gymnasium? I know it's there, not far from Shohoku High School!"

In the taxi, Fujima and Hanagata listened to Lin Dong's introduction, and the two grown men flushed with excitement.

What level is the NBA?
That is the highest palace in the minds of all basketball fans in the world. Any player who can participate in the NBA draft can beat the entire Japan!Being able to see such a master versus Lin Dongjun with my own eyes...

"This...Lin Dongjun, are you sure?"

Lin Dong smiled and did not answer him.

Since time traveling, there have been few things that can make him as excited and looking forward to it as he is now.

Playing in the Japan High School League for the past few months has been really boring. I was looking forward to having an opponent to compete with, but I didn't expect that this opponent came to my door.

As for being sure?
Frankly speaking, Lin Dong feels that he is not yet strong enough to compete with NBA-level players. It can even be said that he is still far away.

But the draft and the NBA are two different things.

In the history of the NBA, there have indeed been some rookies whose talents exploded as soon as they landed in the league, such as Jordan and Iverson, but after all, they are very few.

Not to mention that the 2000 draft is recognized as the worst draft in the NBA. Even in other drafts, after a normal draft enters the league, no matter how favored it is, it will take at least one or two years of training in high-level competitions to gradually develop. grow up.

Before that, they were actually just a bunch of college students and high school students. Not to mention the high school students among them, even if they were at the NCAA level, they had experienced it in their previous lives.

Not false!

What's more, at this time, winning or losing doesn't matter at all.

Lin Dong felt a fire burning in his heart.

Being able to compete with masters is what he dreams of most now!

The three of them kept urging, and the taxi driver was also speeding along.

Xiangyang is in Fujisawa City, which is actually a few blocks away from Yokohama, but it took nearly 10 minutes at least from receiving the call to taking a taxi and then getting here.

I'm not afraid of anything else, I'm just afraid that those black people have run away.

Fortunately, they saw the baseball field on the street in Yokohama. When the three of them hurriedly paid and got out of the car, the game seemed to be still being played, and there were already many passers-by watching.

It's just that the field is no longer the one-on-one battle between Sendō and black people that Mito Yohei mentioned, but has become a 3-on-3 match.

Nobunaga Kiyota and Ichiro Kamizou were both panting on the sidelines. They seemed to have already gone up to play a round, but they still looked at the court with nervous faces.

On the court, a tall black man swayed past Sendao and jumped high towards Sakuragi Hanamichi who was guarding the basket.

Sakuragi also blushed and jumped up, blocking it with two big hands, but before he could reach the highest point, the opponent's strong impact had already pushed him aside.

The black man's upward momentum continued, and he dunked the frame with both hands.

hum hum...

The basket buzzed and trembled, several black people laughed and high-fived, but Sakuragi Hanamichi fell to the ground with a thud.

"Are you okay, Sakuragi?" Mu Shenyi asked breathlessly.

Sakuragi Hanamichi turned over and jumped up, saying viciously: "It's okay!"

After all, my butt and shoulders were all aching. The force of the impact just now was like a pickup truck, and my body was as hard as a piece of iron!
Ever since he started playing basketball, he had never lost in strength even against the 202cm tall Uozumi, but now... Damn it!
"As soft as a bunch of girls." The black man laughed and fell from the basket. He stopped picking up the ball and said to his two partners: "I feel so good about being abusing vegetables! I will I can eat a big plate again, hahaha, where can I go to have fun in the afternoon..."

do not fight?
Sendō, Sakuragi, Maki Shinichi, and even Kiyota Nobunaga and others on the sidelines were breathing heavily at this time, with anger on their faces.

But... the gap is so 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 Dongs.

Although Mito Yohei got through Lin Dong's phone number, it would still take some time to get over from Shoyo Arena, and it seemed that he was too late.

Just now, in order to buy time, Mu Shenyi reluctantly pulled Xiandao and the others, and used rotation consumption to fight them three against three.

Mu Shinichi had seen a picture of one of the three guys in the news report about Stern's visit to Japan.

That was the TV report when Japan Basketball Association Chairman Ozaki Masatoshi received David Stern. At that time, this guy was standing behind Stern. He had dark skin, a big nose, short curly hair, and a strong build. His features were quite obvious. , are players in this year's NBA draft, but the other two were not seen on the TV screen.

Everyone was seventeen or eighteen years old, and they thought that the other two might not be that powerful, and were not necessarily players. Three-on-three could delay time, or maybe let one of our own score one or two, and at least regain some ground.

But I didn’t expect to find out until they came on the court that the strength of the two of them was also unfathomable. They felt similar to that NBA rookie. Not only were their personal skills and physical talents incredible, but they also coordinated all kinds of passes and cuts very smoothly, every minute. I beat them 10-0 twice and didn't even touch the ball the whole game.

He couldn't beat him again and again, and he had already hit 10 of the 20 goals he promised. Now that others are impatient and want to leave, they have no reason to continue to stop him.

It's just... this is so frustrating!
While everyone was glaring helplessly, they finally heard the voice laughing at the entrance of the stadium: "Sorry, I'm late."

(End of this chapter)