Injuries in basketball only make me stronger

The first thing Iverson said when he met Lian Feng was: "Why did you choose this number?"

Lian Feng's number is 99.

Lian Feng had imagined many scenes when he met Iverson, and also imagined many first words exchanged between the two, but he never expected it to be like this.

He was stunned.

Iverson jumped up and sat next to Lian Feng.

At this time, the autumn weather was already a bit cool, and the morning sky was gray and not bright yet. Lian Feng was sitting on a high platform outside the training hall, waiting for the team administrator to come and open the door.

Iverson, who was sitting next to him, pointed to Lian Feng's jersey again: "Why did you choose such a number?"

Only then did Lian Feng react: "Uh... there are several reasons for this. One of the reasons is that the pronunciation of the number 9 in Chinese has a long-lasting meaning."

"Oh, you want to have a long career?"

Lian Feng laughed: "It's not just this long, I hope for many things, such as the friendship I gained will last forever, the honors I won will last forever, and the fans' memory of me will last forever..."

"Whoa? That sounds cool!"

After saying this, Iverson stretched out his hand: "Iverson, you know me, right? I think I am still a star, haha!"

Lian Feng was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously reached out his hand. Just when he was about to make contact with Iverson's hand, he suddenly thought of something, suddenly pulled back, and then gave him a fist.

This time it was Iverson's turn to be stunned and looked at Lian Feng with a strange expression.

Suddenly, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Lian Feng's face turned red and he coughed slightly: "Lian Feng...I am Lian Feng. By the way, you made me a little embarrassed."

Iverson laughed loudly, "I understand what you mean. It's just... I mean, you short-circuited my brain... I didn't expect that an Asian would do this to me. This is for you Chinese

A greeting gesture?"

Lian Feng rubbed the back of his head: "Yes, our ancient Chinese heroes would use this gesture to show respect for each other."

"Hero? That sounds really cool."

With that said, Iverson responded to Lian Feng's greeting.

"Man, what are you doing here?"

"Uh... of course it's training."

Iverson showed a stunned expression: "Man, you are not mistaken, the time now is..." He looked at his watch, "5 o'clock in the morning. The earliest the door here will not open until 6 o'clock."

Lian Feng said helplessly: "Yes, I only found out now."

Of course Lian Feng didn't want to play a joke like "Have you ever seen Philadelphia at X o'clock in the morning?", but... I really couldn't help it. I went back to sleep last afternoon, and then fell asleep again after watching TV.

So I woke up at around 4 o'clock in the morning this morning and really couldn't sleep.

Although the arm is still aching slightly, it does not affect movement anymore. It will be cured in two days at most.

If you can't sleep, always find something to do for yourself.

I planned to watch TV, but there are many adult TV programs in the United States. As soon as Lian Feng turned on it, he saw one... There was no one else. Of course, there was no need to pretend to change the channel or something, but it was troublesome as soon as he watched it. His body was restless and he had to think

Find a way to vent.

Therefore, Lian Feng simply put on his jersey and ran all the way to the training hall, but was disappointed to find that the door to the training hall was not open. Feeling helpless, he jumped on the high platform at the door to think about life.

At this time, Iverson suddenly appeared, and the beginning of the scene happened.

Lian Feng thought for a moment and said, "But why are you here?"

A lot of thoughts suddenly flashed through Lian Feng's mind... Who said Iverson doesn't work hard? Did I catch him? It turns out that this is the true face of AI, working hard secretly where others can't see it, and then surprising everyone!

Just when Lian Feng was thinking about it, Iverson said: "Oh... I played with my brothers all night yesterday, and I happened to pass by here on my way home, so I came over to take a look."

"oh……"

Suddenly, the image in his mind collapsed.

Iverson was wearing a loose sweater with a hood on it, but he still seemed to feel a little cold. After thinking about it, he jumped down from the high platform and said to Lian Feng: "You want to go in, right?"

"Um?"

Iverson waved to him: "Man, come with me, I can get you in."

Lian Feng hesitated for a moment, and although he jumped down, he still couldn't help but ask: "What is the solution? I...I remember that the windows are locked."

Iverson turned around and glared at Lian Feng: "Rookie, do you actually think I'll let you climb through the window? That's too shameful. Come on, I have the key."

"Huh?"

Lian Feng followed Iverson and walked to an inconspicuous mailbox next to the training hall.

Iverson squatted down, touched under the mailbox, and his expression lit up: "Still here."

Iverson stood up again, with an extra key in his hand.

"My brothers occasionally play at the training facility, so I prepared this key just in case."

Lian Feng followed Iverson into the training hall smoothly, turned on the lights, and saw a few balls scattered around the edge of the court.

Lian Feng ran over, picked one up, and threw it to Iverson.

After catching the ball, Iverson patted it casually and said: "By the way, you are the rookie, I know you. I heard that your first step is very fast, how about giving it a try?"

Lian Feng thought about Iverson playing all night, and was really afraid that he would die suddenly from excessive exercise. He hesitated and said: "Well... don't you need to warm up?"

"If you need to, go run a few laps."

Lian Feng thought for a while, "Forget it...but I don't quite understand what you mean. What does try mean? Competition shooting?"

Iverson couldn't help laughing and jokingly said: "Man, don't you Chinese play this? Try it means, one-on-one. American one-on-one! Listen to me, the rule is, each person attacks once,

If an offensive opportunity is not scored, the ball will be exchanged."

Lian Feng nodded: "I understand."

Iverson crossed his legs casually and dribbled the ball while saying: "Come on, give it a try, let me see your athletic ability. They said you are pretty good."

Lian Feng pulled the leg of his shorts, took a step forward, lowered his center of gravity, opened his arms, and said with a smile: "Let's start like this, how many points will we get?"

Iverson said: "11 points."

Lian Feng's eyes became hot and he patted the floor: "Then come on!"

A playful smile appeared on Iverson's lips, and he threw the ball over casually, allowing Lian Feng to serve.

kick off.

After catching the ball, Iverson took two steps forward and was already on the edge of the three-point line. Then he took a tentative step to the left with his left foot. The forward opened his arms and moved his body slightly in the corresponding direction.

Don't want to eat?

Just to test, Iverson retracted his foot, his face became more playful, and he quickly raised his hand to make a shooting gesture.

In an instant, Iverson's instant hit rate appeared in Lian Feng's consciousness.

28%!

This shows that Iverson had no intention of shooting this ball.

Therefore, Lian Feng did not jump.

Sure enough, Iverson feinted and took the ball back, then raised his hand to make a triple threat action.

For two consecutive times, Iverson's instant shooting percentage was clearly visible.

25%!

34%!

Iverson was a little surprised. There was only one reason why he didn't stumble like this, and that was that the opponent planned to let him shoot.

Hum, in that case...

Iverson raised his hand again.

Suddenly, Lian Feng's expression turned serious.

89%!

Lian Feng pounced on him without hesitation.

Although Iverson is short, his wingspan is extremely long, reaching 196. He is truly a monster with a wingspan, and his shooting point is very high, which makes it difficult for Lian Feng to block this shot.

The ball drew an arc in the air and passed through Lian Feng's fingers.

The ball hit the back of the basket and flew out.

Lian Feng was extremely excited, he actually blocked Iverson!

It is indeed a golden skill!

When he looked at Iverson again, Lian Feng was slightly startled.

I saw that Iverson had put away his relaxed expression and became serious.