No.1 in basketball scoring-Chapter 116: I never expected you to be like this, little brother_3

Chapter 116: I never expected you to be like this, little brother_3

Think about how to comfort little bro, even I, a mature 22-year-old big brother, am beginning to doubt life, let alone little bro, who might become reclusive...

But!

Zhang Yang: "That was a terrific duel, this time you narrowly won, but you won’t be so lucky next time! I will definitely beat you next time...

By the way, Michael, can you teach me that jab step from earlier?

You know, the one here, where you press forward after I step back... Yes, yes, that’s the one..." ƒrēenovelkiss.com

Jordan taught it three times, and Zhang Yang still hadn’t fully mastered the move.

He got angry: "How many times do I need to teach you? I can’t stand you anymore, let’s go one more round of practice, learn by yourself!"

Zhang Yang: "If you are so eager to be blown out by a high schooler, then bring it on!"

Watching the two quickly start their second round of practice... Felton: Huh?

...

After a morning of training, Felton reassessed Zhang Yang... This high school student was nothing like he had imagined!

He was very polite and well-mannered, you couldn’t even hear a swear word from him in normal circumstances, and it wasn’t that pretentious kind of politeness. He knew when to be casual. Compared to those summer league teammates who would curse incessantly, chatting with Zhang Yang made Felton feel comfortable.

But Zhang Yang, when training with Jordan, scared Felton... He truly feared that Jordan would kick little bro off the Bobcats team in a fit of anger.

However, though Jordan cursed and complained, he taught Zhang Yang whatever he wanted to learn. Quickly losing his patience, Jordan pulled Zhang Yang aside for a one-on-one match, more accurately a beating, but he still continued to instruct...

And Zhang Yang, the more he fought, the braver he got, showing no loss of fighting spirit after being trounced in their last encounter. His sharp tongue was even stronger during practice, Felton couldn’t imagine those words could be combined in such a way.

Felton had one thing he couldn’t figure out.

Zhang Yang could talk trash, and Jordan would still teach him, though impatiently.

But when Zhang Yang humbly asked for guidance after being beaten, Jordan was very impatient.

During lunch, Felton complained to Zhang Yang about this.

Zhang Yang returned to little brother mode, saying: "Didn’t Bernie say yesterday that we should come early?"

Felton: "I did come early!"

Zhang Yang: "You think arriving at 8:55 counts as early? Michael was already here at 8, you were nearly an hour late compared to him, and he had to wait for you to warm up, of course he’d be annoyed with you."

Felton: "Then what time did you get here?"

Zhang Yang: "A bit earlier than him."

Felton: "Oh, then I’ll make it at 7:55 a.m. tomorrow."

Zhang Yang: "..."

Why didn’t fatso ask him what time he arrived? Not playing by the rules, huh!

After lunch, Felton asked: "Do you need a ride back or should I drop you off at home?"

Zhang Yang: "I’m going back to the gym to continue training."

Felton: "Isn’t Michael coming tomorrow morning? He’ll be here in the afternoon, too?"

Zhang Yang: "I’ll take the opportunity to practice more while he’s not here. When he’s around, I can’t really train properly. This summer I want to improve my shooting and aim to get consistent playing time right at the start of the season, like becoming a shooter or a fastbreak point guard... I need at least one solid skill."

Felton thought about the morning training; indeed, for two hours, it was just getting thrashed without any real training, so why not practice more in the afternoon.

He returned to the gym with Zhang Yang to continue training.

When Felton saw Zhang Yang practicing fundamental skills meticulously and methodically, he was reminded of Zhang Yang’s goal for the new season... Without Jordan around, little bro was again that humble, gentle, and calm little brother!

So it wasn’t little bro with the issue, it was Jordan!

After a while, Felton felt it wasn’t right, he’d been hammered all morning, supposed to save some fallen girl’s soul, and here he was, training again...

Then let’s give little bro a taste of his own medicine! It’s a good opportunity to show him what he’s made of, so little bro won’t look down on him because of Jordan’s bullying.

Zhang Yang happily accepted the invitation for practice.

Soon, Felton realized that the problem didn’t seem to lie with Jordan...

Though Felton stood only 185 cm tall, he weighed 93 kg, a height-to-weight ratio even more excessive than the current Harden’s.

Quick on his feet and with skills far beyond what Harden has now, Felton, at 22 years old and a senior in college, played a very mature game that Zhang Yang simply couldn’t defend against.

On the defensive end, Felton’s enthusiasm was high, excelling at using his body to block drives. If he could stick close to his man in short range, he also disrupted shooting and jump shots quite effectively, showing potential to defend against top players backing down in the post...

Felton achieved what he’d set out to do, he let his little bro experience his strength; it wasn’t that he wasn’t strong enough, it was that a certain 42-year-old man’s one-on-one capabilities were unreasonably strong.

But as soon as the little bro started practicing, he wouldn’t stop chirping!

"That shot was just you being lucky, I’ll definitely block it next time."

"Hey, not bad defending there, watch my step back... crap, missed again."

"Haha, can’t guard me, can you!"

"Watch, right from this spot, I can still make it!"

"You won this time, but don’t be smug, I’ll definitely come back..."

Felton’s head was buzzing; even if he were Jordan, he too would be irate!

He really wished he could trash talk with the little bro back and forth like Jordan could!

...

After a long day of training, Felton, dragging his tired body and mind, was ready to leave when he saw Zhang Yang heading for the treatment room... he followed suit.

He initially had no patience for treatment; in his view, it was something for those in their thirties and forties about to retire, like how Jordan underwent more than half an hour of treatment after practicing basketball for a couple of hours in the morning.

But if the little bro was going, he had to as well, lest the little bro look down on him for lacking discipline and affecting his leadership appeal.

This little bro, Felton quite liked him, albeit a bit... unique during practice. But as long as they weren’t practicing together, he was a good little bro.

The next morning, when Felton’s alarm woke him up, he felt very different!

Having practiced all day yesterday, he’d thought he’d feel a bit off today but, thanks to the high-level medical treatment of the NBA team and his recovery capabilities as a professional athlete in his early twenties, he felt hungrier than usual upon waking but no other discomfort.

Pressured by the little bro’s self-discipline and having tasted the benefits, Felton thought it was worth it to persevere with post-training treatment.

He ate something and left for the Charlotte arena at 7:40 from home, arriving after a ten-minute drive.

He stepped onto the practice court at 7:55, perfect, Jordan hadn’t arrived yet.

But then, he saw Zhang Yang’s drenched back in a sweat-soaked tank top.

Arrived before Jordan? That meant he had been practicing for at least half an hour already! Including warm-up, what unearthly hour had the little bro come?

Felton didn’t have the mentality of a slacker player; he didn’t think about arriving earlier than Zhang Yang, but his training today was much more diligent.

Having trained together for a whole day yesterday, Felton, lacking the eye of a professional coach and seeing no specifically outstanding talent in Zhang Yang over such a short period, was nonetheless struck by Zhang Yang’s eagerness to learn and his firm and focused attitude towards training... it gave him the same pressure he once felt with DeRozan.

DeRozan, being a year younger than Zhang Yang, was tough to be surpassed by, but Felton could accept it.

Felton couldn’t accept it!

He was a full five years older than Zhang Yang!

During this morning’s practice session against Jordan, Felton felt a much more favorable attitude from him, with a willingness to offer guidance... Jack was right, Jordan was irked the day before simply because Felton had arrived too late.

But still, Felton thought some of Jordan’s tips were a bit outrageous.

What does "move your feet faster" mean? What about "jump higher"?

Did he not want to?

But he couldn’t rebut Jordan directly with his own opinion like the little bro, being stuck in a situation where... Jack’s up! Take Jordan down! Avenge your big bro!

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