No.1 in basketball scoring-Chapter 128 - 90. This 17-year-old genius is worth their full effort to cultivate!_3
Chapter 128: 90. This 17-year-old genius is worth their full effort to cultivate!_3
However, no matter how poorly Zhang Yang might be shooting, as long as the opportunity arises, he dares to take a shot—any conditions that allow him to shoot, he’ll shoot! This, the coaches are both pleased and pained by...
What impressed the coaches most was Zhang Yang’s maturity on the court. He knew exactly what he needed to do. Most of the time, he might not have been able to help his teammates much, but he rarely made mistakes!
After the preseason test, the Bobcats’ management and coaching staff decided that this 17-year-old prodigy was worth their full effort to develop!
Why did the incoming big boss of the Bobcats and the coaches have nothing better to do than focus on Zhang Yang every day?
And also scrutinize Zhang Yang’s every move on the court with almost a nitpicking eye?
It’s mainly because they had nothing else better to do!
Have Jordan focus on Felton? He’d want to smack his young teammate, who still played at that level after three years of college.
He himself came out as a junior and made the second team right away.
Younger brother Carter, though a bit weak, went into the NBA after his junior year and was named Rookie of the Year.
Felton, what even is that?
Over by Gerald Wallace, the guy was effortful enough; his style of play was different, and he was very opinionated. Jordan wanted to offer some advice, but he was politely refused.
That time, Jordan was so mad—he, the God of Basketball, actually felt a hint of disdain from the other party!
Okafor, not even the same position.
Jordan, of course, could only focus on Zhang Yang. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
On the coaching side, responsible for the team’s games, Bickerstaff, young Bickerstaff, Randy Brown, and others didn’t have much else to do. Create a tactical system for the Bobcats that could win games? That wasn’t something humans could accomplish. Even if you brought in Zen Master, Popovich ten years later, Carlisle, a master tactician... they wouldn’t be able to either.
Continuing to tank and accumulate talent, that was what they needed to do.
Figuring out how to win was hard, but losing, now that was easy. Naturally, their attention should be on the rookies.
Okafor, Gerald Wallace, Felton were all mature in their gameplay. Just give them enough playing time and ball control.
That only left Zhang Yang for them to focus their study on.
Ingles, Jordan signed him back just to nurture Zhang Yang.
Harrington, Stevenson, Josh Smith: Let’s just say, we’re all first-round high school draftees, but why is the difference in treatment so big?
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Zhang Yang was acknowledged by the team, but externally, he was severely criticized.
Jordan, Bickerstaff, Ingles were nitpicking to better nurture Zhang Yang.
The media were just pointing out faults plainly. Playing 18 minutes per game, taking 10 shots, in 7 games got only 5 assists in total,
His shooting percentage was only 40%, yet he still shot, recklessly, terribly.
Most shots were mid-range, attacked the rim only through cuts for easy scores and fast breaks, a soft player.
Every time Zhang Yang saw these reviews, he’d check out Bynum’s news... and he would feel much more at peace.
In Bynum’s rookie year preseason, he morphed into a high achiever, scoring 0 points and 0 rebounds in two games, and was criticized even more severely than him.
Seeing Bynum becoming furious and arguing with a reporter during an interview, almost leading to a physical altercation, Zhang Yang wanted to call Joe Pig to chat a bit, maybe just avoid interviews altogether, not to fulfill both a desire for the limelight and an intolerance for harsh words.
Like him, not doing well and just not taking interviews, investing the time in training instead, being low-key is so much better. They were only 17, why bother about that little bit of limelight? Interviews would become so abundant in the future that they would grow tired of them.
During the trial trainings and draft period, he and Bynum got along reasonably well, not super close, but at least there was a ’classmate camaraderie,’ so he felt it right to show some concern.
But then thinking of that one person with the Lakers, it seemed unnecessary for him to worry.
Zhang Yang shifted his focus back to himself.
The day after the preseason ended, the 26th, the Bobcats had a day off.
In the morning, Zhang Yang invited Felton and Anderson to a cafe for breakfast.
After breakfast, he subtly suggested to his two fellow classmates: your playstyles need some refining.
Hearing the younger brother suggesting tips to him, the boss, Felton first responded with a jest, "No kidding, Jack, you really need to improve, make your shooting more accurate, you’re wasting so many of my brilliant passes."
I haven’t complained about you wasting the chances I create, to seize half of the passing chances is already good for you, yet you complain about me wasting your passes?... Zhang Yang responded verbally, "Boss, you’re right! I’ll work hard!"
Although it irked him that the junior said his play needed improvement, he still called me boss...
Felton said, "So how do you suggest I adjust? I’ll consider your advice."
Anderson didn’t have many issues. In his heart, Zhang Yang was smarter and more talented than he was; he also knew he had many flaws, and was naturally happy to have someone point them out to him.
Just as the two were eager to hear what earth-shattering advice Zhang Yang might offer, they saw him pull out two folders...
Felton and Anderson took the folders with their names on them, opened them, and wow, several pages of A4 paper, briefly glimpsed at the analysis, evaluations, and suggestions for improvement, some aspects clearly stated how to improve, while others did not...
Anderson looked at this ’analysis report’ with an intrigued expression.
Felton was more direct: "Do I have that many flaws? Ah! And you’re too perfunctory, aren’t you? Not willing to say it outright? Write it down for me to see?"
Zhang Yang: "There’s so much, how can I remember all of it, the problems I need to resolve myself, I also type them out on the computer after each game."
Felton suddenly remembered, during the 3 consecutive away games, when he shared a room with Zhang Yang, he indeed saw Zhang Yang clutching his laptop and furiously typing every night after the games. He had thought Zhang Yang was arranging a hot date with some young lady... If he had to go online in college, it would just be to do this kind of thing.
Little did he know, the younger brother was analyzing his own performance after the games and even helping out his elder, who didn’t know how to analyze!
Seeing Zhang Yang’s somewhat aggrieved expression, Felton thought, I really should be ashamed!
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