Chapter 221: Funny B Nick Young

The second day of the training camp was still full of friends, and some smart media came to the arena early to take up positions.
　　 After a regular training game with the Chinese team, Kobe brought a bunch of big guys from the training camp to the field.
"I'm coming."
　　 remembered to turn on the camera excitedly.
　　 The training camp lasted for ten days. I played two games with Kobe and the others almost every day. Either you smashed my place, or I challenged you. Both sides played happily and suffered from the reporters who stayed here every day.
　　 Time flies quickly, and at the end of September, the Lakers began to gather.
　　 The Lakers took the lead in sending out the set-up photos for the new season. Wang Hao and Kobe stood in the middle with basketballs, and the rest were separated from each other.
　　 "Boss"
　　 "Boss"
　　Wang Hao and Kobe walked into the court together, and the voices of greetings were endless.
　　 "The two bosses are good."
　　 "Brother Wang."
　　 Finally, Nick Yang and Sun Yue also greeted them.
　　 "You practice first, let's go to the coach."
　　 said that the two of them walked to the office leisurely.
　　 "Hey! Sun, did you know Wang Hao before?"
　　 Nick Yang asked curiously.
　　 "In the 2006 World Championships, we were all on the Chinese national team. At that time, he was just selected by the Lakers."
　　 Sun Yue replied stubbornly.
　　 "So, Laker Wang Hao will cover you again in the future? Then I am going to be tricked by these old guys?"
　　 Nick Young hugged his head in pain.
　　 "No, Wang Hao is very good."
　　 "You don't understand, this is the culture of the NBA. Alas!"
　　 Nick Young said painfully.
　　 "No, I also want to hold Wang Hao's thigh tightly." Nick Yang turned carefully.
　　 looked around on the court and finally set the goal on Farmar.
　　Like Tucker, Lu Wei, Korver, he has seen it in the game, and Farmar, who played less, became Yang Shaoxia's stepping stone.
　　 I really don’t know if Nick Young’s luck is good or bad.
　　 "Hey! Little old man, we are singled out, whoever loses for a while will carry the bag in the team."
　　 Nick Yang patted Farmar directly with his big hand.
"I?"
　　 Farmar pointed to himself, this scene is so familiar, he once provoked Wang Hao like this.
　　 "Come on, it's open, Farmar 1 accompanies 0.5 Nick Young 1 accompanies 1, buy to leave."
　　 Bynum opened the handicap directly.
　　 "Oh! I press 50 dollars and Jordan will win."
　　 "I press 100"
　　 "I also press 100"
　　 A group of people are booing frantically.
　　 Nick Young held the ball bullishly and looked at Farmar.
　　 "I pressed 10,000."
　　 "Who? Who presses 10,000 and takes out the money."
　　 Bynum shouted.
　　 "Me, how?"
　　Wang Hao separated from the crowd and walked in.
　　 "Old, boss."
　　 "Go ahead, let me see the excitement, are you rookie? It's a good thing to be a little energetic"
　　 Wang Hao's tone of an old man.
　　 "Go, Farmar, and see how well the rookie is."
　　 Nick Yang kicked off the ball, Yang Shaoxia, who showed strong desire, learned from Wang Hao as a three-pointer of the logo.
　　唰!
　　 really made him feel confused.
　　 "This kid..."
　　 Korver marveled.
　　 "Stupefied, it would be nice to get one in a year."
　　 Wang Hao said directly.
　　 Sure enough, for the second goal, at the same position, Yang Shaoxia went straight to the three non-stick.
　　 "Maji, I thought you were a bit capable."
　　 After a season of tempering, Farmar is no longer the "Lakers-style point guard" who would only pass the ball to Wang Hao. Although it's a bit difficult to play the point guards who have been famous for a long time, but the rookie Yang Shaoxia is still in hand.
　　 Farmar scored 7 goals in a row, ending the heads-up.
　　 "Boy, the bags of the entire team, as well as sneakers and donuts, will all belong to you, understand?"
　　 Farmar patted Nick Young on the shoulder and said.
　　 "Boss..."
　　 Yang Shaoxia looked at Wang Hao asking for help.
　　 "Be obedient, you have to know that Farmar was my boss when I was in college." And the second half of Wang Hao said in his heart, "Of course he only worked for 10 minutes."
　　 Wang Hao spread his hands and said there was no way.
　　 "Sun, help out."
　　 Nick Young turned his head to find the rookie of the same year, Sun Yue.
　　 "Master, do you remember what the teacher taught when you were in school?"
　　Wang Hao directly spoke with Sun Yue in Chinese.
　　 "To help others? Or give charcoal in the snow? Or unite?"
　　 Sun Yue said a lot, and Wang Hao kept shaking his head.
　　 "The teacher said that he did his own thing, why did you forget it?"
　　 Sun Yue looked at Nick Yang apologetically, "Sorry brother, Wang Hao told me to do his own thing. I can only help you for a while, not for the rest of your life."
　　Wang Hao secretly gave Sun Yue a thumbs up, "Talking to people under the same red flag is different. It's easy and comfortable."
　　 Group confrontation, Wang Hao team with Nick Young, Kobe team with Sun Yue.
　　 Nick Young advanced to the frontcourt, ignoring Wang Hao's request for the ball, and shot directly against Kobe.
　　Duang!
　　 Angrily hit the iron.
　　 Kobe team offensive, Kobe wants to look at Sun Yue's ability, but he didn't take the ball, so Sun Yue was allowed to organize himself.
Although the ball finally returned to Kobe's hands, Sun Yue's judgment on the situation on the yard and his own rhythm control still made Kobe's eyes bright. Over time, although Sun Yue cannot be trained as a superstar point guard like Nash, he is a qualified one. It’s still okay to start, and even the second master of the weak team is possible.
　　 "Boss, look at Sun, there was such a good opportunity to choose to pass?"
　　 Nick Yang said to Wang Hao that he didn't see Wang Hao's unkind eyes.
　　 Then ignoring Wang Hao, Yang Shaoxia struck three-pointers again.
　　 "Stop, stop."
　　 Wang Hao called the game to stop, and the honorary head coach Zen Master silently handed over the tactical board next to him.
　　 Wang Hao took the tactical board and just wanted to draw something, turned around and stuffed the tactical board to the person next to him, and corrected Yang Shaoxia's collar.
　　 "Don't you like to shoot three-pointers? I make you feel good."
　　 took Yang Shaoxia to the other side of the court.
　　 "Korver, Lu Wei, Radmanovic, you three come here."
　　 The three ran up to Wang Hao and settled.
　　 "Three-point game ~EbookFREE.me~ 30 goals for people. If you score a few, you can multiply by 10 if you lose a few goals. Korver will come first."
　　 "Don't watch the excitement, come with me to the strength room and practice physical fitness."
　　 Kobe directly greeted the rest of the people.
　　 Zen Master looked at the players who were called away by the two masters, and looked at the empty field on his side, but he could only helplessly pick up the thermos cup filled with wolfberries.
　　 Korver won the first round.
　　 Yang Shaoxia added 90 three-pointers.
　　 In the second round, Lu Wei won, and Yang Shaoxia added 40 three-pointers.
　　 In the third round, Radmanovic won. Yang Shaoxia refills again for free.
　　 Yang Shaoxia finished 150 shots, panting from exhaustion.
　　 "Boss, I was wrong, I don't want to vote anymore"
　　 "No, no, no, I'm not talking about your choice of shots. My shots are even more unreasonable. What I'm talking about is your shooting percentage. You can wave, but you are not allowed to shoot if you are not sure, understand?"
　　 Wang Hao said sternly.
　　 "When will your three-pointers satisfy me, and when will you be able to make waves. Understand?"
　　 "Understood, boss."
　　 Yang Shaoxia quickly expressed his determination.
　　 "After that, practice 500 three points every day!"
　　Wang Hao took a ball and left, a wailing came from behind him.
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