Showdown, I'm the God of Basketball

Chapter 12 Who Are You Insulting

As night approached, Zhao Hao dragged his exhausted body back to the apartment. To be honest, being one-on-one with Kobe was really exhausting.

After a simple wash, he fell directly on the bed, closed his eyes and rested.

Kobe corrected his shooting posture and power point, not to mention that the shooting speed has really improved a lot, and it seems that after changing the shooting action, it has no effect on the shooting rate.

As long as Zhao Hao doesn't throw a few hands in the sky, he still has a very high three-point shooting rate.

The reason why he can know this is of course that he has thrown a few handfuls blindly.

In addition to changing the shooting action, Zhao Hao also completely experimented with all the shooting situations.

He's shooting around 80 percent on open catch-and-shoot shots, which is exactly the same as the system's [-]-point attributes.

When shooting under interference, the three-point shooting rate is only 30%-40%, which is equivalent to less than half of the attribute.

If it is under high-intensity defense, such as one-on-one with Kobe, the shooting rate is even lower, only about 10%.

In other words, under different defensive strengths, his three-point shooting rate has great fluctuations, and it is the most accurate only when the badge is triggered by an open space.

Of course, in addition to this point, there is another point that Zhao Hao accidentally discovered, that is, when one or two steps away from the three-point line, the shooting rate will also change greatly.

Generally speaking, the farther away from the three-point line, the lower the shooting rate. If the distance is more than two steps away, the shooting rate is almost the same as that of high-intensity defense.

After sorting out the information, Zhao Hao can finally take a good rest with a sigh of relief.

As the saying goes, know yourself, know your enemy, and win a hundred battles. If you don't even know your own abilities, how can you defeat the enemy?
Of course, another reason to take a good rest is enough, Kobe even made an agreement with him to continue tomorrow!

What's the meaning?Do I, Zhao Hao, know you very well?If you say continue, continue?

Then am I very shameless?

Well, Corvo still has to give face.

On the second day, after another training session, the conversations between Zhao Hao and Kobe gradually increased.

To be honest, Zhao Hao really thinks that those players who have been with the Lakers in later generations have misunderstood Kobe. Is he really difficult to get along with?
To be honest, Kobe is really unsmiling, and he takes basketball extremely seriously, especially at this time, Kobe is really cruel to himself to the extreme.

Naturally, such a person can't see his teammates on the same team wasting their talents and wasting their time every day.

After all, NBA players are notorious prodigal sons, all kinds of prostitution, only you can't think of, without them, they can't promiscuous.

"It's no wonder that Kobe will choose not to train with the team after a while, but to stay at home and train alone. Out of sight and out of mind is indeed the simplest decision."

Zhao Hao shook his head, unable to tell whether he agreed or opposed to this decision.

Doing so can indeed reduce the conflict between Kobe and his teammates, but the cohesion may be greatly reduced.

And it doesn't have to be used to participate in team training. This is a proper overlord-level privilege. It's no wonder other players are not jealous.

For example, Howard, the Warcraft of later generations, felt unbalanced when he saw the special treatment Kobe received after coming to the Lakers.

"Garbage, waste, how long do you need to rest? Hurry up and play heads-up again. Although the end is still destined to be defeated by me, can you win some points? Even O'Neill's grandma is better than you in heads-up." Kobe patted on the court. The ball is delivered with a trash talk.

"Well, there is a reason why you really make your teammates hate you." Zhao Hao frowned and said unhappily.

It's just that he wanted to be sure whether Corvo was scolding O'Neill's grandma or him.

When, when, when.

It was another fierce operation, and the score was 21:5.

Well, it is worthy of being a blacksmith in Los Angeles, the black mamba, the king of heads-ups, who picks people up and never releases water.

This kind of training lasted for a month. I have to say that Kobe's body is really made of iron, so there are so many days of such high-intensity training.

The reason for having to suspend training is mainly because Kobe is going on vacation with his family.

Zhao Hao could clearly sense Kobe's reluctance, and felt that going on vacation was wasting his time.

But there is no way, I only knelt on the washboard this year, if I dare not let Vanessa do what I want, it will inevitably bring up the old matter again.

So even if the number of red circles drawn by Vanessa on the calendar is several times that of before, Kobe dare not say anything at all, so he can only work harder.

Well, Kobe is definitely not henpecked, Zhao Hao swore with his legs up.

It's just the same, Zhao Hao finally reached the time to rest, he was lying in the pink room, feeling indescribably comfortable.

Not to mention, the continuous high-intensity training with Kobe, although the attributes did not increase at all, the tacit understanding between the court experience and Kobe has been greatly improved.

This also shows that Zhao Hao must start from the system if he wants to improve his attributes, that is, the signing bonus and tasks.

Thinking of this, Zhao Hao felt dizzy.

There are still two months before the start of the preseason, and he must improve his strength as soon as possible.

Even if the attribute cannot be improved, it is good to gain some practical experience.

"Why don't you go to Locke Park for a walk, it's the most famous basketball mecca in the world." Aden suddenly suggested.

Zhao Hao naturally heard the name of Rock Park in his previous life. No matter what kind of NBA superstar, he is eager to play a game in this place and enjoy the enthusiasm and cheers of the audience.

As for the reason why this place is so famous, of course Zhao Hao also knows that many players who have made a name for themselves in the NBA have been humiliated by the street players here when they came here.

After all, it was a professional player who was exhausted, and Rock Park was located in a metropolis like New York, so there was no shortage of attention and traffic.

So it became popular like this, and it also attracted more NBA stars to blow up the street.

Of course, such things rarely happen again. After all, the NBA players who dare to come here are all star-level masters.

"I heard that there are a group of street players there, and the rules are different from the official game. Is it useful to play that kind of game?" Zhao Hao asked with some doubts.

After all, his purpose is to enhance his own experience and strength. As for streetball culture, he really has no interest at all.

"Of course it is useful. Many young players in the NBA will choose to hone their skills there. After all, in terms of defensive strength, it is much worse than the NBA." Aden said excitedly, and then he remembered the most critical point and continued.

"And as long as you play that place, you will definitely be famous. What you lack now is fame! I want to sign some sponsorships for you, and people will ask me who the hell is Zhao Hao."

"More importantly, if you meet serious NBA players and beat them up, do you think Kupchak will give you a formal contract?"

Well, what Aden's little head said was really reasonable, Zhao Hao was indeed moved.

With his shooting ability and defensive ability, it is really possible to play in a place like Rock Park.

"Okay, I'll give it a try." Zhao Hao, who had made up his mind, got up without hesitation, ready to go to New York immediately.

New York is chaotic. Ahem.

Well, Melon is now in Denver far away, and the situation in New York is completely out of his reach.

9 p.m., Rock Park.

The entire stadium was buzzing with people. Zhao Hao, who came here, couldn't believe that this was just an amateur basketball court.

On this scale, with this level of cheering from fans, it's no wonder that New York's record is so poor in the future, and they don't have to worry about selling tickets.

There is no way, with such enthusiastic fans, it can really be unscrupulous.

Zhao Hao walked into the court, found a random seat and sat down, and was about to be a handsome man, quietly admiring the American streetball culture, when a short black man walked over directly.

"Hey, minion, are you here to play?"

After all, Zhao Hao's height is there, and he is also wearing sportswear. Besides, what else can people come to Rock Park besides football fans?
So it is easy to think that he is here to play basketball.

But the key point is that this sentence completely touched the string in Zhao Hao's heart.

Minions?
My fucking!
He knows exactly what these three words mean. This is a proper insult to personality and color discrimination.

"Nigger, who the hell are you insulting!" Zhao Hao stood up straight away, his eyes burning brightly.

Zhao Hao doesn't care who you are, as long as you dare to insult the Chinese, you can just insult them back.

Even Kobe, a master trash talker, couldn't stand Zhao Hao's troll in one-on-one.

(End of this chapter)