NBA: I can see real-time shooting percentage

Chapter 4 Training Match

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The basketball fell to the ground, but the person holding the ball was not any player from the Los Angeles Clippers. Most of them were players from this workout.

When Qin Ming came out of the locker room, he realized that it was obviously unnecessary to bring a set of jerseys, and they would give away a set for free.

He was wearing a white team jersey.

This tryout was organized by Jerry West and was basically the last tryout.

On a stool next to the court sat a man wearing a peaked cap.

Qin Ming tucked his jersey into his shorts and jumped excitedly on the spot.

He and the four teammates of his white team clapped hands one after another, ready to start this training match.

Because Qin Ming participated in the NBA trial training, he didn't need to undergo the physical fitness test for this trial training, basically he couldn't make much progress, and there was no room for testing.

Qin Ming played point guard.

The center forward of our side succeeded in jumping the ball, and the ball was taken by the small forward and pushed all the way to the frontcourt.

Qin Ming failed to get the ball, and stood at a 45-degree angle according to the formation, and his shooting rate here was 70.00%.

But the small forward didn't intend to pass the ball. Instead, he directed his center forward to pick and roll, dribbled the ball and used the pick and roll to make a jump shot.

He seems to know the center very well.

Qin Ming returned to defense, and gradually understood something in his heart.

This is the training match and the final standard of the trial training.

Everyone wants to perform well and get a stepping stone to the NBA.

So this is destined to be a game without much cooperation.

Sure enough, the opposing shooting guard made an open shot after receiving the pass from the point guard and made another three-pointer.

Qin Ming got the ball this time, but he was much calmer than these people.

He knows that what the Clippers need now is not scoring points. Is it really better than scoring, better than Paul George, Kawhi Leonard, and Lou Williams?
Qin Ming stood at the top of the arc, commanding his teammates to run, not caring at all about the 80.00% [-]-point shooting at the top of the arc.

The small forward and the center pick and roll each other, the former bounces outside, and the latter cuts. At this time, the power forward on his side is helping him with the pick and roll.

Qin Ming used the pick-and-roll in front of his body in disguise, causing the point guard who predicted his direction to lose his defensive position. He broke forward, and at this time the opponent's shooting guard had to come to cover the defense, and the basketball accurately flew to his own shooting guard who was open on the bottom line.

The latter's shooting posture is very standard, but it is also slow, which guarantees the hit rate to a certain extent.

Basketball hit the net.

However, his own small forward's belated bounce made him unable to receive Qin Ming's ball, and he seemed a little dissatisfied: "Brother, you should pass it to me!"

"Next time definitely!"

Qin Ming coped with it.

The opposing shooting guard once again used the pick-and-roll jumper, but this time he missed.

The power forward grabbed the rebound, glanced at the small forward who was rushing up to ask for the ball, and chose to give the ball to Qin Ming who was outstretched and waiting.

At this time, the other three members of the white team understood that only by passing it to Qin Ming, could the team have a chance of winning.

Qin Ming took the ball, ignored the small forward who kept asking for the ball, but pushed it to the frontcourt to slow down the tempo.

He did a crotch dribble, then split his legs and lowered his center of gravity, one step past the Black team's point guard. When he broke through, he caught his eye on the small forward who was running back and made a clever ground pass.

The small forward has excellent physical fitness. The moment he receives the pass, he jumps and dunks the opponent's center forward, roaring when he lands.

"That's it! We've won today!"

The small forward shouted at Qin Ming.

The latter just patted his chest and did not respond to his words.

This time, the opponent's point guard had been hit by Qin Ming with two wonderful shots, and he seemed very dissatisfied. He no longer passed the ball, but opened up at the top of the arc to prepare for a single.

Qin Ming lowered his body, lifted his shorts, and focused on defense.

The opponent's point guard made a beautiful disguise, shook Qin Ming away, and then broke through and passed the ball to the center of the black team. The latter scored two points with a layup.

"Defend!"

The center forward who had never gotten the ball said dissatisfiedly.

Qin Ming took the ball and let out a deep breath.

He looks over to the Black point guard.

The latter had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and looked at Qin Ming with disdain.

What's the use of passing more balls?I score the ball on your head like a bag, not even a pick-and-roll.

Qin Ming held the ball and stopped two steps in front of the three-point line. His eyes caught the center forward and the small forward performing a pick-and-roll, while the shooting guard was preparing to cross back and forth with the small forward.

But at this time, the opponent's point guard suddenly approached, trying to steal Qin Ming's ball.

The latter relied on his own muscle memory to do a crotch dribble, then connected to a back, tapped the floor with his toes, lowered his shoulders, and made another huge disguise.

The point guard of the black team was already lifted by his crotch dribble, but this disguise made him completely lose his center of gravity and fell heavily to the ground.

Qin Ming broke through without hesitation, and a center forward appeared in front of him to defend.

At this time, the black team's defense shrinks, the power forward finds its own center, and the small forward and shooting guard also follow their opponents.

Qin Ming seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and directly threw the ball behind him.

The opponent's center jumped high, but failed to block Qin Ming's shot. Instead, he saw the power forward jumping from the three-point line with both feet, and dunked hard on his head.

The noisy small forward shut his mouth at this moment.

"How about it?"

Kobe looked at Jerry West standing there with a smile.

The latter also smiled: "Although these guys are not NBA players, they are all good players in the G League. It's really good to be able to play these guys like this."

The power forward didn't roar after the dunk, but pointed to Qin Ming, who also patted himself on the chest.

At this time, the point guard of the black team could no longer bear this kind of humiliation. He couldn't be humiliated by being beaten by an unknown soldier. After receiving the ball, he reached out to signal Qin Ming to come up to defend.

The latter did not get up because of the provocation, but still defended seriously.

The point guard of the black team approached again and used his own disguise again, but this time Qin Ming slapped his ball and launched a fast break.

His speed was too fast, and at this moment, the four other players of the black team had just settled down, so no one could catch up to the fast-breaking Qin Ming.

Qin Ming took off with one foot and smashed the battle axe, venting the anger of his previous defeat.

"Hey, kid from number 0!" Jerry West shouted with a flushed face, "Show me something else."

"Anytime, sir."

Qin Ming grinned, knowing that he had half a foot into the threshold of the NBA.

The difference now is a round of undifferentiated singles.

The Black point guard crosses half court with a dark face and passes the ball to the shooting guard.

(End of this chapter)