NBA: I can see real-time shooting percentage

Chapter 1
"Gentlemen and ladies, welcome to the 2019 NBA Draft, my name is Silver."

The man with glasses stood on the podium, and the audience below let out deafening shouts. Xiao Hua was very satisfied with this, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

"With the No. [-] pick in the first round, the New Orleans Pelicans select Zion Williams from Duke!"

Oh!

Fans from the New Orleans Pelicans stood up, hugged and shouted with their relatives and friends. They were extremely excited, because as long as they got this fat man, they would surely rise.

Zion Williams, the influence of this name in the NCAA is greater than that of some NBA stars. This guy with explosive dynamic talent is bound to set off a storm of blood in the league.

Many of his fans also stood up and shouted.

This is a choice that requires absolutely no thought.

After Xiao Hua waited for the cheers to subside, he continued to read: "The second pick in the first round, the Memphis Grizzlies selected Ja Morant from Murray State University."

Oh ~
There were shouts of dissatisfaction and shouts of excitement from the audience.

Many Memphis Grizzlies fans are not optimistic about this thin guy. They prefer RJ Barrett, who is on the same team as Zion Williams and is also top-notch talent.

But they couldn't change the team's choice, they could only boo the scouts and managers of the Memphis Grizzlies.

"With the third pick in the first round, the New York Knicks selected RJ Barrett from Duke University."

Cheers overflowed.

The players participating in the draft sat under the podium, and many players then got up. They picked up the hats given by the staff next to them, put them on their heads, hugged their families with excited smiles on their faces, and then walked up to the podium to hug Xiao Hua and take a photo with him.

I don't know how long the draft lasted.

Many players were already sitting there excitedly, ready to leave the field and go out to have a good time, while some players were sitting there distraught, as if the sky had fallen.

"The No.30 pick in the second round, the Sacrato Kings, selected Vanja Marinkovic."

With this, the draft is over.

A man from China named Qin Ming sat there, staring blankly at the podium full of spotlights.

It doesn't belong to him there.

There was an inexplicable grief and humiliation in his heart, but more of it was powerlessness.

I have devoted everything to basketball, time, money, and energy, in order to be able to enter the highest basketball league in the world, but I can't even enter the draft.

Not even a team that picks itself because of the market it carries...

He rubbed his face with rough hands and sighed deeply.

His cell phone was beeping non-stop, and he didn't know whether it was his relatives and friends who came to comfort him, or more people who came to ridicule him.

Qin Ming didn't want to open his cell phone, so he just stood up and walked outside.

"Hey, Qin."

An old man stopped Qin Ming.

The latter stared blankly at the other party, and for a moment did not recognize who the other party was.

"I like you, boy, keep going. Maybe you still have a chance to enter the NBA, but you need to polish your skills, you know what I'm talking about."

The person who spoke was Jerry West, a well-known logo man in the NBA and a legend of the Los Angeles Lakers.

Qin Ming recognized the other party, but he just nodded in disappointment.

"Here's your scouting report, I don't know if your coaching staff saw it."

Where did my team come from.

Qin Ming smiled wryly, took Jerry West's file, thanked him, and left.

Jerry West looked at Qin Ming who was going away, and said, "I've already said what needs to be said, can I go?"

The man who had been wearing a peaked cap raised his head, his eyes were extremely sharp: "I like this guy."

"What's the use of that. Sigh." Jerry West sighed helplessly, "His dynamic talent is not bad, barely reaching the threshold of the NBA, but as a point guard, he is only 183 tall. Not everyone can become Allen Iverson, nor will he become Chris Paul. Even Isaiah Thomas, he has a long way to go. Kobe, you and I know that some things are fruitless, and he can't make it to the NBA stage."

"Anything is possible, Jerry." Kobe Bryant stood up. "If he didn't make it, he didn't work hard enough."

……

……

Swish.

Swish.

The basketball kept hitting the net. Qin Ming trotted to get the basketball, threw it beyond the three-point line, then turned around and crossed to catch the ball.

His shooting speed is very fast, which is somewhat similar to Stephen Curry. In today's league where point guards are basically 185 and above, if he does not shoot fast, it is difficult to get a good shot.

With the perfect shape and arc, the basketball hits the net once again.

1 minute shot, 13 of 11, but Qin Ming was still not satisfied.

He knew that if he really played in the competition, he could achieve 13 out of 8, which would be a good result.

on the game.

Thinking of this, Qin Ming gritted his teeth again.

But at this time, a strange voice suddenly came from his mind.

"If you could see your hit rate in real time, could you get on the stage of your dreams?"

Qin Ming frowned, looking at the empty arena, he didn't know who was talking for a while.

But his eyes suddenly became hot, and the floor in front of him changed instantly, from a brownish-yellow area to a red and blue area, and there were numbers displayed on the area.

Holding the basketball in his arms, Qin Ming looked at the numbers floating on the ground, and doubted his own cognition.

This is a miracle?

He looked at a red shiny floor and stood on it.

This area has a [-]% hit rate for this shot.

But I'm already close to standing in the logo area.

Are you kidding me.

He lifted the basketball and threw it towards the basket. Because of insufficient strength, he had to lean forward to use the force of inertia. He saw the basketball leaping in the air, hitting the backboard accurately, and hitting the basket.

The scene in front of Qin Ming changed again, the red zone and blue zone on the ground changed one after another, this time the logo shot became 80.00% hit rate, and the one-step and two-step beyond the three-point line at the top of the arc were both [-]% hit rate.

The top of the arc is not his most accurate area.

Qin Ming's eyes turned to the bottom line, but he found that the three-pointers on the bottom line and outside the penalty area all had a zero percent hit rate.

This is impossible.

He stood confidently on the bottom line and made a three-pointer.

(End of this chapter)