NBA: About Me Being Reincarnated As Yasuo, the Wind Walker

Zhang Jun spent the entire summer vacation selling hand cakes and practicing basketball every day. During this period, several other schools came to him to discuss enrollment.

But after learning that Zhang Jun had confirmed his admission to UCLA, they all just expressed a little regret.

It can be seen that the assistant coach of Ohio State University is right. Every year, tens of thousands of high school basketball players become college students, but there are still only about 30 five-star college students selected every year.

Even the 2003 Platinum Generation, which was highly hyped in the past few years, only had 36 five-star college students selected at that time.

Therefore, no matter how arrogant you are in your high school career, when it comes to the NCAA, most of you are still ordinary people.

Xia He returned to school early because she had already reached her internship period, and when she left, she kept complaining about the missing stockings.

Zhang Jun originally wanted to pay her back, but there were a few holes that he didn't know how to explain, so after thinking about it, he decided to forget it.

Yin Lisabai packed Zhang Jun's luggage and said: "You can eat and play when you need to at school. Don't always think about saving money."

"We don't steal or rob. We don't take things that don't belong to us. We use the money we earn. We don't compare ourselves with others, but we can't live too badly..."

Zhang Jun has long been used to Yin Lisabai's casual thoughts, and he knows very well that he must not answer the call, otherwise he will have to talk all afternoon.

Zhang Jun wanted to take the luggage, but Yin Lisabai held on tightly.

She looked hard at her child and said with red eyes: "You really don't want me to see you off? Compton Street is not too far from downtown Los Angeles."

Zhang Jun quickly waved his hand and turned around and said, "Okay, okay, I'm not a child anymore."

Yin Lisabai looked at Zhang Jun's back for a long time, and finally remembered something and couldn't help shouting: "Son, you forgot to bring your hand cakes. Eat them on the way..."

The louder Yin Lisabai shouted from behind, the faster Zhang Jun ran in front.

………

Zhang Jun took the Purple Line of the subway to the station east of the city center and was about to take the TA bus directly to the University of California, Los Angeles.

"Hey, bro, are you a freshman reporting to UCLA?"

Zhang Jun saw a young man who was as tall as himself, wearing sunglasses and walking towards him mysteriously, while looking left and right from time to time.

Zhang Jun nodded and admitted that he was indeed a freshman at UCLA, and the latter immediately took out a handful of photos from his pocket.

Above are a group of beauties who are so poor that they have no clothes to wear. Some have one rope, some have two ropes, and even the ropes are not blocked by their hands.

"Junior, don't say that I didn't take care of you. These are your gentle and lovely seniors. Whoever you like calls me."

After the young man finished speaking, he gave Zhang Jun a knowing look, but he saw a wary look on his face.

He has seen this scene so many times that people who are away from home will inevitably take it more seriously, thinking that he is a liar or something.

"Don't worry, I won't charge you a penny more."

Zhang Jun didn't believe it and said: "Then you have to work hard for a long time, for what?"

The young man said with excitement, "It's just for free. The water here is very deep. Even if you tell me, you don't understand."

Ha, Zhang Jun really wants to say that there is something he doesn’t understand?

He completely sneered at people who liked prostitution for free.

Taking the photo, Zhang Jun looked at it carefully for twenty minutes and almost threw it in the trash can.

He is not such a person.

Then we took a bus directly to the gate of UCLA. Several senior students who welcomed Zhang Jun saw that he was handsome and immediately greeted him.

This senior sister seems to be a good person at first glance and can deal with others.

Several people took him to the dormitory and left their contact information, agreeing to get to know each other during the following welcome week.

The dormitory is a standard triple room with a living room, sofa, computer desk, TV, and air conditioner. The decoration style is similar to that of a hotel guesthouse.

Zhang Jun put the photo under the pillow, and then realized that the bed opposite was in a mess, with quilts and tissues in a mess, and there were even several celebrity photo albums placed on it.

An hour later, Zhang Jun left the dormitory and went to the basketball training arena.

Daley had long reminded Zhang Jun that the biggest difference between a college basketball team and a high school is not only that the players and the team are stronger overall, but that the complete training facilities and systematic training methods are what the players care about most.

For example, Duke University's old coach K has always set high standards and requirements to align the school's training facilities and training programs with those of the NBA.

Before even entering the training hall, the sound of crackling basketballs could be heard incessantly.

In fact, the players of the UCLA Bruins have been training at the school's training ground a month in advance.

They regard the loss in the NCAA finals that just ended as a great shame and motivation.

"Hey, man, you don't own this place. If you want to play, go to the basketball court on the playground. This is the Bruins' training facility."

Aaron Afflalo looked at Zhang Jun and warned.

Other players training on the side also heard the sound and looked over.

The short Darren Collison frowned and said, "It's impossible for UCLA students not to know that this is where we train. It looks like this should be a new student."

The tall and powerful Alfred Abaya agreed and said: "This kid is not short. He may be a good basketball player in the street. He admires us who can become D1 players, so we come to pay our respects."

Aaron Afflalo didn't pay much attention. Seeing that Zhang Jun hadn't left yet, the emotion on his face became increasingly ugly.

"The retarded Bamot must have opened the door again and sneaked out to post photos. That bastard let someone sneak in again."

"Hey, kid, come and shoot a couple of balls and go home."

Aaron Afflalo threw the ball to Zhang Jun, just like an adult letting a child play and then quickly leaving to clear the court.

Zhang Jun was not polite. After catching the ball, he patted it on the ground again and again.

Followed by crotch dribbling, figure 8 dribbling, back dribbling, reverse crotch dribbling...

Zhang Jun moved back and forth for a long time, but he just couldn't throw the ball.

Darren Collison couldn't help but said: "Will this kid dribble here all afternoon and only shoot those two balls in the evening?"

Aaron Afflalo rubbed his head angrily.

Labor and management ask you to shoot two balls, but you are pretending to be paralyzed for a long time!

"What the hell~, I'm here to cause trouble."

"Boy, don't say I won't give you a chance. Three goals, bullfighting rules. If you win today, this training hall will be yours."

On Compton Street, those kids who want to compete with Zhang Jun for the basketball court often use this method to decide who owns the basketball court.

The most important point of the bullfighting rules is that the offensive team can only dribble the ball three times. After three dribbles, whether you choose to shoot or lay up, the offense must be ended immediately.

This summer vacation, Zhang Jun was already busy on Compton Street. There was no way that all the young people went to other places to play ball after knowing that Zhang Jun was on vacation, leaving him to practice alone every day.

"no problem."

Zhang Jun is very much looking forward to the strength of his teammates in the future. After all, even Daley said that college players are different from high school players.

Darren Collison clapped his hands, Alfred Abaya whistled, and other practicing players gathered around curiously.

"Fuck him, Aaron."

"Let him know what it means to be a semi-professional player."

"Don't make him cry. After all, he is our junior."