Reborn My Name Is Kobe

"Who am I? Where am I? What am I going to do?" These questions came to mind repeatedly. In a short period of time, I found that my thinking had turned into a blur, and some strange pictures kept appearing.

appeared before my eyes.

"Bryant, why are you still standing there, pass the ball quickly!" A voice brought my thoughts back to the real world. Only then did I feel that I had something higher than what I had imagined.

At this time, nine other big black men were staring at me in the basketball court where I was standing. They kept shouting at me and making various gestures with their hands.

"Oh my god!" At this time, three people on the opposite side accelerated and rushed towards me. I reflexively did a dribble behind my back and then turned around. I passed through the gap between the people before the opponent's double team could complete it.

past.

"Quickly pass the ball, pass the ball, don't you understand?" I seem to be able to understand these strange languages. This is standard American English. I used to like watching American TV series and I am quite familiar with these.

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However, my body does not seem to be under my control. It has its own muscle memory. Sticking my hand on the ball is like using a lot of super glue. No matter how it is slapped, it will eventually come back again.

Come into my hands.

I directly ignored the guys around me who raised their hands high and cursed in their mouths, trying to let me pass the ball. I lowered my center of gravity and easily passed another guy with a sliding motion like a stick to the ground. At this time, in my eyes

There is only one goal, and that is the basket.

"Bang!" When I thought I had passed all the defenders, I took advantage of the situation and made an action of pulling my legs with my arms and pulling onions on dry land for a tomahawk dunk. However, when my body was rising, something unexpectedly happened in front of me.

Suddenly a huge figure appeared, a scary black and strong guy with terrifying explosive power.

In the end, the basketball in my hand still couldn't enter the basket smoothly. Well, at that time, my hand was almost about to smash the basketball into the damn basket, but I didn't want the person in front of me to be taller than me.

The guy with more than half his head could arrive at the back at such an astonishing speed, and his palm hit my wrist hard.

Then my body completely lost its balance, and I rolled several times after landing. I was a little confused and looked at the black and hard man in front of me with his mouth wide open, revealing a row of neat white teeth.

"Damn! This is obviously Shaq and O'Neal in their youth." Those questions came to my mind again, "Who am I? Where am I? What the hell am I doing here?"

"Welcome to the NBA, rookie, and let me tell you a secret, no one can dunk in front of me.

Not to mention you're trying to catch me, rookie, of course you can help me buy some donuts and Coke, so you can consider being a little more merciful next time."

Looking at the fat man's arrogant expression, I suddenly felt an unknown anger rushing up, but soon I felt a little bit of coolness. Well, I have made up my mind to teach this flexible fat man a lesson sooner or later, but first

I need to figure out what my current situation is?

Everything here is so strange. Before, I was just an ordinary young man born in the 1990s. I grew up with the NBA. I once aspired to be able to stand on a truly world-class level like them.

A guy who fights on the field, but the cruel reality is that I don’t have that kind of talent, not even one percent of the talent!

It is precisely because I have always loved and paid close attention to the NBA and basketball that everything in front of me seems so strange yet familiar. If you look closely, isn’t this venue the famous Staples Center? But it seems to be the same as what is on TV.

What I saw was different. I looked up and found that there seemed to be five championship flags hanging above the arena missing!

That is to say, the five championship banners that Kobe Bryant won for the Lakers are all gone. Thinking about those guys calling me Bryant and a rookie just now? Could it be that I have become the guy who was just in 1996?

Enter NBA rookie Kobe Bryant!

Wait, this must be a dream! I got up from the ground and continued the training game that was not over yet. However, everything was real and beyond the scope of dreams. I could feel pain, touch, and have clear thoughts. This is not

It’s most likely a dream!

What is the last memory I have before coming here?

By the way, I seemed to have closed my eyes forever amidst the cries of my family, and the thing that cost me my life seemed to be a damn black car. When I and others were crossing the crosswalk at a red light, this car

The yellow driver in the high-speed car took away my young life forever.

So what is the current situation? Just like the protagonist in the novel, I got a chance to be reborn! Wait, let me adjust my brain a little bit. The key is that not only was I reborn, I was even reborn as a famous world-class player.

Basketball superstar Kobe Bryant!

It's really an honor and excitement to think about it like this, but then I think about it, it was not easy when Kobe first entered the NBA. There were already several All-Stars in the Lakers team, and Kobe was the first.

This season he was only able to serve as a substitute for All-Star player Eddie House, and only averaged more than ten minutes of playing time per game.

Therefore, Kobe's performance in the first few seasons has always been a regret in his career. If he could have made a name for himself earlier, would he have been able to win the NBA championship with O'Neal earlier?

At that time, O'Neal signed a huge contract with the Lakers for a total of seven years. In the end, the OK combination formed by him and Kobe brought a total of three championships to the Lakers. Do I have the opportunity to change history again?

With the cooperation of our team, we can win more consecutive championships? Not three, not four, let alone five or six. What we want to challenge is seven championships, seven consecutive championships, which is close to the ancient god Birla.

Sale and Celtic created eight consecutive championships.

Of course, these are all things for later. To be honest, I am a little acclimated to Kobe's body. Although he has shown amazing talent and potential from the beginning, these are mainly the instinctive conditioned reflexes of this body.

I haven't been able to fully control it yet.

This is obvious when it comes to shooting. Although in my previous life, I was a pretty good player among ordinary people, but with higher confrontation and faster speed, my way of thinking and my mind have changed.

Obviously I can't adjust to my playing habits quickly. I have to learn to use this body with superstar potential faster, otherwise I may not even be able to perform at the level of Kobe Bryant in his first season. I can't

I don’t want to be sent down by the team to a secondary league such as the Development League before I can play.

I gradually began to adapt to the competition level of the training games. After making three consecutive three-pointers from the outside, and receiving a series of laughter and ridicule, I decided to use breakthroughs and dunks to release the energy in my body.

Excess energy and anger are gone.

"One day I will dunk you!"

"Silly boy, stop dreaming. Your thighs are not as thick as my forearms. Go back to your girl's arms. The NBA is not suitable for underage kids!"

The first time Shaq and I met, a certain kind of gunpowder quickly broke out. It seemed to be faster and more intense than the gunpowder between them at the beginning. I can't remember how much trash talk we exchanged during the whole game.

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"Kobe, you made a total of 8 out of 20 shots today. All the shots you scored were layups or counter dunks. You missed all five three-pointers. Such an outside sight doesn't look like you!"

The coach didn't seem to be present. After the game, the assistant coach made some comments on my performance. Naturally, the depression in my heart was difficult to describe in words, so I decided to give myself two more hours after the collective training.

It should be three hours of shooting training, okay, I admit this, it seems very Kobe!