Chapter 6 Opener

6,

In China, on a certain sports platform, a commentator silently posted a post.

"Chinese player Qin Ming has signed a two-way contract with the Los Angeles Clippers."

No one paid attention to this post at first, but after about an hour, a certain platform suddenly became a hot search, and soon there were many comments below.

Most of these are well-wishes from basketball commentators and retired athletes.

"Prosperous, the future can be expected!"

"As the only player in China who has officially entered the NBA, I hope Qin Ming can play better! Play even better in the NBA!

But more people reported a wait-and-see attitude.

"I'm not a fan, and I'm not a fan. Qin Ming is a point guard? Are you kidding me? China or Asia, how many point guards are there in the NBA these years? And he is only 183 in height, and his static talent is close to zero. His dynamic talent is very strong in the CBA, but he has no advantage in the NBA. I think the Clippers signed him only for the Chinese market."

"I agree with the statement above. There is no yellow-skinned guard in the NBA. Can he really be qualified for this position? Besides, there are two point guards for the Clippers: Lu Wei and Beverly. Which one is not the player that the team is rushing for now? There are almost no chances to play, right?"

But not all are against it, and many passers-by are optimistic about it.

"First of all, Lu Wei and Beverly are not point guards. Then Lu Wei is getting older. Why not cultivate a Lu Wei? We don't think whether he can become a player like Chairman Yao. He can gain a firm foothold in the NBA, which is a great contribution to the Chinese men's basketball team."

"Yeah, why do you have to sing the opposite? He went out to win glory for the country. We should encourage him."

A certain platform immediately seized the limelight and opened up a view on this matter.

"Do you think Qin Ming can enter the Clippers' rotation?"

Among them, 70.00% of people feel that they cannot...

Qin Ming, who was far across the ocean, couldn't see these things, and he wasn't in the mood to watch them. At this time, Qin Ming was training.

He threw the basketball into the hoop one after another, passing the ball into the narrow frame.

His current training is to constantly temper his basic skills. Only with solid basic skills can he be able to act recklessly in the game.

Qin Ming was a substitute, and hadn't even entered the rotation yet. Although he had never played as a substitute, he knew that as long as he played, he couldn't make any mistakes.

For the stars, a mistake can be made up for, but for the substitute, it is a disaster.

This will lose the trust of the coach in himself.

Qin Ming wiped off his sweat and looked at the coach who was approaching from a distance.

Doug Rivers.

Apart from his famous scenes, he is also considered a famous coach in the NBA, and won the NBA championship in 2008.

This year's Clippers lineup is aimed at the championship.

"Qin, nice to meet you."

"Hello, Coach."

"Looks like you've finished your training."

"Yes."

Doc Rivers cleared his throat and continued, "I don't want you to play in summer league."

Qin Ming frowned: "Why?"

"I took the time to watch the tape of your tryouts. I'm sure you don't need to play summer league to get used to the intensity of the NBA, although that game is not very intense. But I don't want you to get injured, because we don't have a lot of rosters, and we can't afford any injuries. I want you to go directly to the team training. I think this is much better than if you go to summer league."

Qin Ming considered it for a while.

I can meet a lot of rookies in the summer league, but star rookies basically don't know how to play, and they don't receive much exposure. It would be better if I directly participate in team training.

It allows me to integrate myself into the team.

Qin Ming nodded and agreed to Rivers' request.

The latter continued: "I saw your shooting practice, and the shooting percentage is good. Our team also needs your energy. But you have to show more energy to make me trust you. If I don't let you play, it doesn't mean that we don't need you. It's just that you haven't worked hard enough, understand?"

"Understood, coach."

"We just need a point guard, but it doesn't mean we don't need a scoring point. Look forward, kid. We have a long season, not just a regular season."

Rivers' words are profound.

Qin Ming regained his spirit immediately.

"Get ready. Maybe in the first game, you'll have a chance to play."

Doc Rivers left after speaking.

Qin Ming picked up the basketball in front of him and threw it forward again.

Swish!
The basketball swishes into the hoop, but no one can hear the sound.

Because, the NBA regular season has already begun!

The audience in the audience raised their arms high and kept shouting towards the center of the venue. Their faces were flushed from shouting, and they were very excited.

It's the home of the Los Angeles Clippers and it's the start of the season!
Wearing thick plush clothing, the mascot in the shape of an eagle stood in the center of the field, waving his hands constantly, and there were many cheerleading members dancing beside him.

The inspiring music sounded, and the deep drums hit people's hearts, and their breathing gradually became more rapid.

This is the scene of the NBA, and this is the basketball league with the best atmosphere in the world.

drop!
The horn sounded, which meant that the warm-up time and warm-up time were over, and the NBA regular season began.

"Gentlemen and ladies, welcome to Staples Center!"

The MC's deep voice set off a wave of restlessness in the audience.

"Now, I want to introduce you to the Los Angeles Clippers!"

"No. 21, point guard from the University of Arkansas, Patrick Beverley!"

"No. 13, Cavaliers, Fresno State, shooting guard: Paul George!"

Oh oh oh oh oh oh!

Compared with Beverly, the cheers and shouts that Paul George faced were so high that he didn't know how many levels.

A man with a beard and an American cut came out of the darkness, raised his hand high, and high-fived his teammates one by one.

Qin Ming looked at the man running away with envy in his eyes.

"Number 40, the tower from Croatia, Ivica Zubac!"

"No. 8, a small forward who graduated from the University of Kansas, Marcus, Morris!"

"Finally, let's make a grand introduction!"

The MC's voice suddenly became much lower, and the cheers of all the audience stopped immediately, waiting for the players to be introduced next.

He is the hope of Los Angeles to win the championship, and he is also the object of fear of all attackers in the league!
(End of this chapter)

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