The King of the NBA

"Shua!"

With a soft bang, the Timberwolves scored, the score was 74:81.

The Timberwolves' timeout had an obvious effect. They scored a goal as soon as they came up, which stopped the bleeding and widened the point difference to 7 points.

You know, 7 points is not the same as 5 points. With a point difference of 5 points, even if there are only a few tens of seconds left in the game, there is still a chance to comeback, but if it is 7 points, it will be difficult.

"Change, change."

"Let Ning go, we want Dongfang Ning."

"Chris Gent, get out!"

Seeing that the point difference widened, the Kings fans in the auditorium began to curse again, and put the responsibility on Chris Gent. It was fine at first, but the point difference continued to shrink, and his point difference immediately widened after such a substitution. , can you not blame him?

Chris Gent's face turned black, and he couldn't argue with the fans. He blamed all of this on Ning Yi, turned his head to look at Ning Yi, his eyes were resentful, disgusted and discriminated against.

"Kao!" CJ-Aiken was furious.

Ning Yi is also angry, it's okay to be replaced halfway, you still put on such a face, do you really think I'm afraid of you? Ning Yi stood up with a bang and rushed to Chris Gent.

Seeing Ning Yi's murderous look, Chris Gent's heart trembled, and he took two steps back subconsciously. Although he is also a big man of about two meters, after all, he is in his forties, and his spirit has long been worn out up. Seeing Ning Yi's menacing Mo Yuan, he was frightened first, and shouted guiltyly: "What are you going to do?"

"Hey." Ning Yi sneered, he didn't intend to do anything, but Chris Gent's courage is really ridiculous, "Coach, well, I will call you a coach in the end. Don't worry, I won't do it, but What you did today made me feel disgusted." After finishing speaking, Ning Yi turned and left.

"You..." Chris Gent was annoyed, and said harshly: "Ning, dare to talk to me like that, I think you don't want to stay in the team."

"Anyway, this is the last summer league game, it doesn't matter." Ning Yi stopped, turned to look at Chris Gent, and said word by word: "Also, I warn you, it's best not to use that kind of look Look at me."

Chris Gent's face twitched, and he was patted on the shoulder just as he was about to speak, which made him tremble and almost fell to the floor.

Behind, CJ-Aiken withdrew his hand and sneered: "Little man."

CJ-Aiken caught up with Ning Yi in two steps, and left with Ning Yi regardless of the game.

In the auditorium, people looked at Ning Yi's back and watched him walk into the player tunnel, and then people began to applaud, as if paying tribute to a hero!

Outside the arena.

Ning Yi looked up at the sky, took a deep breath, and the depression in his heart finally eased. He knew that he had completely offended Chris Gent this time. But he doesn't regret it. He chose to forbear earlier because he didn't want to hurt CJ-Aiken and others, but that didn't mean that he had to back down without a bottom line. There was no way to back down, so there was no need to back down.

Sometimes, going back is hell.

"Just because I'm from Huaxia, they discriminate against me for no reason, thinking that I can't be compared with other people, don't give me enough chances to play? Don't give me a chance to play? Heh" Ning Yi laughed, he Know why Chris Gent is biased against him, but he doesn't agree.

What happened to the Chinese people?

China's basketball is not very good now, but it may not be the same in the future. In China's vast China, with more than one billion people, someone will rise up one day.

"rather."

CJ-Aiken's voice came.

Ning Yi turned back and said sincerely: "I'm sorry, I have troubled you."

"It doesn't matter. I know my strength. Even without you, I would definitely have no chance." CJ-Aiken shrugged and said, "It's just a pity for this game."

Ning Yi nodded, took one last look at the arena, and said with a smile: "Go, go drink."

The two leave.

Moments later, the fans came out of the arena, the game was over, the score was 76:83, and the Kings lost the game by 7 points.

After Ning Yi left the field, the Kings only scored 2 points. When the whistle sounded at the end of the game, the Kings fans in the auditorium were completely angry. They yelled at Chris Gent, roaring, shouting and yelling resounded throughout the arena, making Chris Gent ashamed, not daring to stay for a moment, and rushed into the locker room quickly.

Baileys Hotel, Room 402.

Ning Yi threw the drunk CJ-Aiken on the cuhang and let out a sigh of relief: "This guy doesn't know what he usually eats, it's too heavy."

After leaving the arena, Ning Yi and CJ-Aiken went to the bar.

Ning Yi is okay, although things backfired today, but he has experienced it once before time travel, and because of time travel, he is in his twenties, calmer and more mature. What's more, he now has a "star development system", and he has the confidence to make himself stronger. As long as he becomes stronger, there will always be opportunities.

But CJ-Aiken couldn't be calm and calm. He was very depressed and needed alcohol to anesthetize himself, so in the end CJ-Aiken was drunk, but Ning Yi was not.

"Gulu Gulu."

Ning Yi poured a glass of water to drink, then looked out of the window, the neon lights outside were dotted, and the night was gorgeous. The casino city of Las Vegas is a city that never sleeps. He called the "Star Development System" in his heart: "System, are you there?"

"What's your problem?" The system's voice sounded.

Ning Yi said: "I would like to know more about you, and I have now activated the 'Level 7 mid-range shooting skill'. Does that mean there are other skills, such as breakthrough, passing, and three-pointers?"

The system said: "You can regard me as an artificial intelligence. My mission is to help you become an NBA star. As for skills, you guessed it right. There are indeed other skills. Such as three-pointers, passing, and ball control , breakthrough, rebounding, defense, running positions, etc. All basketball skills are included."

"Well." Ning Yi nodded, and asked again: "How many levels does that skill have?"

"Level nine." The system said: "Levels one to three belong to the amateur level, and levels above three are professional levels. Of course, even at the professional level, there is a big gap in strength between each other, so they are divided into six levels. Four Level 5 and level 5 are almost the professional league levels of CBA, EL, and NBDL."

"That is to say, if a certain skill of a player reaches level four, then he has reached the level of a professional league in this skill." The system said.

Ning Yi nodded, expressing his understanding.

It is not difficult to understand that the classification of the system is for a certain skill, such as shooting, the first level is amateur, the second level is trained, but it is only the entry stage, which is roughly equivalent to the level of domestic high school leagues, and the third level is equivalent to The level of the domestic cuba, while the fourth level is probably the level of the cba, and the fifth level is equivalent to the EL.

Of course, this is only for a certain skill, and it cannot be used to define the strength of a player, because a player may reach level 4 or level 5 in mid-range shooting, but only level 3 in rebounding.