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Chapter 9 This little guy has great potential

The news that Bai Jidong was selected did not arouse domestic repercussions.During this period, the Chinese basketball world has no specific concept of the NBA.Even the league is immature, relying on the nationwide system to cultivate elites.Now they are working hard for next year's Olympic tickets.

"The Chinese were selected by the NBA? Are you sure it's not Ma Jian? Bai Jidong? Who is this person?" At this time, a small reporter from a domestic newspaper sensed an opportunity.

His colleagues are desperately searching for information on the national team, wanting to know their preparations, which is really short-sighted.

He quietly booked a plane ticket to the United States.He felt a chance to take off, the first Chinese to be drafted by the NBA, and this alone was worth a trip to the United States.

Bai Jidong was interviewed by several Chicago local media.To the outside world, he is a mysterious person. No one knew him beforehand, and he didn't make any noise, but he made the Bulls skip Jason Caffey and choose him directly.

"Morning, Bai." On the first day after being selected by the Bulls, Bai Jidong was dressed in plain clothes, and the team's trainer John Roten greeted him kindly.

Bai Jidong nodded lightly, "Shall I start training today?"

"That's right, Manoski prepared a big meal for you." Luo Teng said gloatingly.

The training that day almost made Bai Jidong give up playing basketball.Compared with NBA training, high school team training is like a child's play house.

He vomited.No exaggeration, just vomit.

"Mano, he's just a kid." Karami Hoss asked Manoski to show mercy.

Manoski looked cold, and said indifferently: "From the moment he was selected, he was no longer a child. Bai, are you tired?" "Tired" Bai Jidong couldn't be strong enough to say he was not tired.A smile appeared on Manoski's tense face, "It's okay to be tired, welcome to the world of adults."

Bai Jidong rested for a few minutes, regained his strength, and stood up: "Go on." "GOOD!" Manoski simply glanced at the training table, "Let's do another ten sets of sprints for fun." Once soft, this is not over yet.

"Go to the gym in the afternoon, and practice shooting [-] shots in the evening." After Manoski finished speaking, Bai Jidong almost knelt in front of him.

Bai Jidong started to run back and forth like a desperado, blushing like an apple, Huos was worried that he would spit it out on the spot.

She had to ask physical trainer Ace Lauren for help: "Ace, is this useful?" "Strengthening physical fitness is a persistent and difficult process." Lauren said: "This child's physical fitness is too poor. If his current physical strength is improved I'm afraid the NBA won't last a quarter."

Bai Jidong's nightmare has just begun.After the physical zipper in the morning, he ate a refreshing and nutritious meal according to the recipe customized for him by the nutritionist, and then followed John Roten into the gym in the afternoon.

"John! I'm dying! Help me! Help me!" Bai Jidong was pressed by the heavy barbell, making it difficult to push.His face was like a ripe apple, as if on fire.

Manoski looked at it for a long time, and asked, "What weight is he pushing?" "It's only 75KG, too bad." Luo Teng put his hand on the bar, taking protective measures.Bai Jidong could only push it up.

"John! My ultimate bench press is only 60KG, but this one is 75KG!" Bai Jidong objected, he felt that Luo Teng gave him too much weight.

Luo Teng's face was full of disdain: "I can push a weight that weighs 1.5 pounds, what are you doing?" "FUCK! You specialize in this!" Bai Jidong said loudly.

Luo Teng continued to attack Bai Jidong: "Any NBA player has to spend a lot of time in the gym. It's not a question of whether I practice or not. If you play in the NBA with your current strength, you will be defeated by Grant Hill, Anfen The Nee Hardaways smashed it!"

Bai Jidong was speechless soon.He had to concentrate, with Luo Teng's help, Bai Jidong pushed with all his strength and gritted his teeth.It can be regarded as pushing once with the strength of breastfeeding.

Luo Teng looked at Bai Jidong who looked like a dead person, and said, "Mano, this guy's limit bench press is 60kg." "Too little!" Manoski shook his head.

"Don't pretend to be dead! Be mentally prepared, you have practiced a lot this summer." Bai Jidong couldn't think of this cruel fitness freak and the person who greeted him with a smile in the morning.Is this the same person?Do not make jokes!
During the shooting practice at night, Bai Jidong was scolded bloody.

"Fuck! Why do I have to see such a disgusting shot in the middle of the night?" Chris Morvin, the Bulls' shooting coach, looked like he had eaten a mouthful of shit.

Bai Jidong stood aside resentfully.

Mo Wen scolded: "You fucking shot nine arcs out of ten! What's the situation? You told me that you have been playing for more than ten years! How can you have such bad basic skills after playing for more than ten years?" "Coach. My Dribbling is okay," Bai Jidong said while showing off his dribble in front of Mo Wen.

Mo Wen was so angry that he picked up the ball and smashed it.

Bai Jidong didn't dare to hide, and grabbed the ball with one hand, "Coach, what did I do wrong, can you tell me?"

"Wait, your hand." Mo Wen noticed something unusual, went up and slapped the ball in Bai Jidong's hand, and stuck his palm against Bai Weidong's palm.Bai Jidong asked: "What's wrong?" "FUCK! Why are your hands so big?" Mo Wen felt that his hand was like a pig's trotter in front of Bai Jidong's.

"Practice slowly." Mo Wen stopped scolding, he seemed to understand Bai Jidong instantly.Bai Jidong was even more puzzled and continued to shoot.

Morvin stepped aside and approached Manoski: "I might be wasting this kid's time." "Can't he practice shooting?" Manosky asked.

"Of course not. Anyone can practice shooting. The difficulty is relative." Mo Wen glanced at Bai Jidong behind him, "It is too difficult for him to practice shooting." "He is still young, everything Anything is possible," Manosky said.

Mo Wen smiled bitterly: "The basketball is too small for him. He has a pair of center palms." "Isn't this a good thing?" Manoski was even more puzzled.

Mo Wen said: "Big hands can bring him a lot of convenience, but too big palm is not good for shooting." "Can his shooting reach Scott's level?" Manoski asked tentatively.

"If he works hard enough, he can." Mo Wen replied after consideration.

Manoski sighed, Bai Jidong's current problem is lack of physical strength, lack of confrontation, and lack of shooting ability.All three are big questions, but he's only 18 years old.

Did we choose wrong?Can these problems be solved?
Manoski was at a loss for a moment, and soon he dismissed these thoughts.Bai Jidong practiced his shooting persistently. He could only make three or four out of ten shots, but he didn't look impatient. Every time he made a goal, he could see the obvious expression change on his face.

"Mo Wen, train him well, this little guy has great potential." Manoski laughed.Mo Wen shrugged, "I will do my best."

At the end of the day, Bai Jidong felt like he was falling apart.After returning home, the first thing he did was to go to bed, and fell asleep in less than a minute.

It was the first day he was drafted, and it will be like this for many days to come.

Sometimes, he regrets his decisions, but one day, he will be grateful for the training.It was these arduous training that made him the Bai Jidong known to the world.

(End of this chapter)