Chapter 3 Allen Iverson and Training

Author: half a bottle of vinegar

Chapter 3 Allen Iverson and Training

Practicing shooting is a boring sport, especially for a perfectionist like Li Zheng. Although every shot is accompanied by a crisp sound of hitting the net, he has stricter requirements on himself.

"The ball hit the net, failed." Li Zheng picked up the ball and silently calculated the force just now in his mind. A pair of white sneakers appeared in his sight.

Li Zheng raised his head. What a thick gold chain. Why is it specially made into the shape of a dog leash? This must be some kind of weight-bearing exercise, otherwise who would hang such a thing around their neck.

"Good morning, young man." Allen Iverson showed a kind smile and greeted Li Zheng with a smile. Behind him were several hip-hop style black guys, arms around each other, and staggering behind Iverson.

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Of course Li Zheng knew this famous MVP, the idol of countless black people, and gave it to the only player in the invincible OK group who lost, the answer, Allen Iverson.

It's just that Allen Iverson was the first big-name player from Meng Liu to participate in the training camp. This world seems a bit magical.

"The shot is very accurate, rice boy." Allen Iverson wrapped the basketball around his waist. The fat trouser legs made Li Zheng always worried that he would trip. "What will you do during the game? They need to give you something else.

Are you ready for rice?"

Americans are always full of aggression when they see Chinese Americans. Although they may not really be provocative, Li Zheng maintains a counterattack attitude towards equality, "I am not an MVP, I have no privileges, I need training."

Li Zheng deliberately emphasized the word training and replied, and Iverson's face darkened.

"Watch your words, kid, you have to learn to respect me." Iverson snatched the ball back from Li Zheng's hand and said with an unkind expression. He hated others saying training jokes in front of him. That was questioning.

His professional attitude, although his professional attitude is really not that good, is classic American thinking.

"Respect is mutual, MVP, don't interrupt my training." Li Zheng snatched the ball back from Iverson's hand and raised his arm high. Iverson stretched out his hand and found that he could only reach Li Zheng's elbow.

"If you don't want to make a fool of yourself in front of the whole world with a dozen pairs of sneakers on your back, you have to respect your predecessors and be smarter, boy." Iverson folded his hands on his chest and stared at Li Zheng word by word with dull eyes.

said.

"Is it a tradition of the team? MVP, do you want to listen to my rules?" Li Zheng looked down at this great short man with a smile. Although he respected Iverson's fighting spirit and spirit, it did not mean that he could offend him at will.

"I know you are from the NCAA, but I only watch Georgetown University games. I don't care about your bullshit rules. Now apologize, put my bag on your back and leave here. Then shut your mouth and watch us play. Take it.

Take your souvenir gold medal back to your college basketball and show it off to a chick, and anyway, don't mess with me."

Iverson's mouth was like a barrage of words, and he rapped at Li Zheng, using words such as Mazefak, Bitchi, and shit in a mixed but not chaotic manner. Perhaps Li Zheng's condescending eyes stimulated Ivers, who has a strong self-esteem.

Of course, his behavior of holding up the basketball and not letting Iverson get the ball might be a bit more extreme.

"I can't tell if it's a bronze medal." Li Zheng thought silently in his mind.

Iverson's Dilong Ditch has a cool shape. Li Zheng really wants to touch one and experience the feel. However, in this moment of tit-for-tat, his behavior may be forced to trigger some Sanda skills, which seems not conducive to uniting the ball.

Team, Li Zheng hesitated again and again but continued to maintain a cold face.

"MVP, I just want to tell you that you have to carry your own backpack. Whether it's team tradition or black culture, my rule is," Li Zheng lowered his head and faced Iverson's sharp eyes, "the winner is the biggest."

"The only one who wins can tell others to do this or that, right?"

Iverson and Li Zheng looked at each other for a long time, "1v1? Are you serious? This is my ability to eat."

"Me too." Li Zheng threw the ball to Iverson. The moment he had been waiting for for a long time finally arrived. Facing NBA players and one of the strongest in the NBA, this was an unfair duel, but Li Zheng could feel that the NCAA

The feeling of blood racing during the finals is back.

Iverson casually took off his baggy hip-hop pants and put on the clothes handed to him by his brother, "You need some special training, huh?"

"Rice boy, I'm going to prepare a pair of crutches for you." Iverson's black guy was talking plausibly and attacked Li Zheng off the court.

"Alan will break your legs!" "If you lose, let Rice Boy wash everyone's socks!"

"Eat some burgers. You can't stop Allen if you eat rice."

Li Zheng heard that many NBA stars have been supporting their former brothers after making money. Iverson is one of them. Li Zheng suddenly understands this behavior now. With these brothers, they can transform into gunmen, bodyguards, and assistants at any time.

, the cheerleaders and the cheerleaders are versatile and can easily handle all roles. It is really worth the money.

"Do you want to warm up?" Li Zheng reminded in a friendly manner. Although it was not clear how Iverson came to the arena, looking at the somewhat frivolous steps of he and these gangsters, it was obvious that they were in the nightclub yesterday.

"No." Iverson kicked a ball, made two vigorous dribbles, and threw the ball to Li Zheng, "You go first."

Li Zheng raised his hand and shot, and the basketball hit the net. Iverson's eyes changed a little. The shooting posture of the boy in front of him reminded him of a person, the former Magic No. 1, the two-time scoring champion who had just been traded to the Rockets in the summer, especially

Lacey McGrady.

With the same tall and straight figure and elegant posture, Iverson came back to his senses, lowered his body and took a defensive posture. His charm was useless. He opened his arms and stared at Li Zheng's body.

Li Zheng lowered his body, frowning, and the pressure increased suddenly. The basketball in his hand no longer moved as freely as another part of his body. Iverson's short body gave him a huge sense of threat. He had an illusion that the basket

It seems to have shrunk a bit, and now there is no view of the basket as wide as the sea. This feeling is very strange and not good.

"Don't you dare to play the ball? Boy?" Iverson defended closely and put his hand on Li Zheng's waist. The other hand pretended to pick up the ball. The hand on his waist could sense the direction of Li Zheng's force, while the other hand

He can force Li Zheng to stop the ball with just one hand. This kind of defensive action that wanders on the edge of the rules is the biggest difference between professional players and amateur players.

Li Zheng tried to dribble, and Iverson poked the basketball out. "Too slow, too slow." Iverson shook his head and walked out of the three-point line and threw the ball to Li Zheng.

[Mid-range shot: 98] [Three-point shot: 99] [Layup: 96] [Dunk: 94]

[Dribbling: 96] [Passing: 97] [Ball IQ: 99] [Speed: 97]

[Defense: 98] [Rebounds: 92] [Steals: 93] [Blocks: 91]

"It's been a long time since I've been intercepted." Li Zheng shook his head and tried to clear his mind of distracting thoughts. His nearly full abilities lost their magic in front of Iverson. He felt it after killing everyone in the NCAA.

Intense pressure.

"Sure enough, professional players will interfere with my abilities." Only then did Li Zheng realize where the strange feeling just came from. Perceiving the opponent's abilities and then making correct judgments has become his body's instinct, but Ivor

Sen's professional-level defense caused bugs in his body.

With my current ability, whether it is the offensive line, shooting posture or subsequent changes, it has been greatly affected. In other words, it is not only difficult for me to pursue perfect inspiration, but it is also extremely difficult to maintain the ball with ease and calmness.

Excellent defense will weaken your abilities that are close to full value. In the same way, your full value in the NCAA is just the beginning. The professional show is a completely different world. Your hard training is like trying to reach the ceiling, the ceiling.

There is an endless sky above. Is it cruel?

No, that world would be wonderful.

Li Zheng touched his nose, pulled up his shorts, bent down and opened his arms. This is what the process of pursuing perfection should look like. Iverson put away his playful expression. He felt the changes in the boy's body.

It gradually became tense and the atmosphere became much more solemn.

The ball bounces up and down again and again, and everyone knows that you can't blink at this time, because this little man can pass any defender in an instant, Allen Iverson.
Chapter completed!