The three-point line is really too close

Chapter 16 Who Is The Rookie?

Kobe is the well-deserved leader of the Lakers and the team's only superstar.

Just like McGrady, the team's top card should always be the last player on the field.

It's a status symbol.

As soon as Zhang Bolong finished asking, Kobe clapped his big hands on his shoulders and shook them vigorously.

"This is your home court, enjoy it and perform well." Kobe smiled, "Don't be nervous."

"Are you kidding me, I'm a player with a big heart."

"But it's a different feeling, isn't it? Come on."

With that said, Kobe walked around in front of Zhang Bolong, jogged out of the player tunnel.

"Thank you, Kobe."

Zhang Bolong was a little moved.

As a baby with experience, he can still be so sensible. Where can he find such a good teammate?

In the court, the host brewed another wave of emotions.

"The one who will appear next, I believe that most of the beauties present here are all for him."

"Some say his skills are as handsome as his face."

"It was also said that his face was as cool as his skills."

"He used to be the proud son of heaven, but he also fell into a trough."

"he--"

This time, with the host's introduction, the scene has already started cheering and screaming.

However, the host had just introduced halfway, and saw a black man wearing the No. 24 jersey running out of the player tunnel ahead of time.

Kobe? !
Why doesn't this guy play his cards according to the routine.

The host silently wiped off his sweat, then quickly rescued the scene and said:
"Let's welcome the NBA superstar, Kobe Bryant from the Los Angeles Lakers, with warm applause!"

"Kobe! Kobe! Kobe!"

"The volute will always be a god!"

"Ahhh-"

Someone uttered a heart-piercing cry, as if to call out the soul.

To be honest, warm applause, loud cheers, and mesmerizing shouts are all fine, but Zhang Bolong dislikes this kind of madness and gaffe.

In his previous life, some fans even knelt down for Kobe in public, bowing their heads and offering their precious knees.

In his view, no matter what kind of love and following, one should not lose one's dignity.

Not to mention that sometimes, one's own identity has a more important meaning.

Then it went back to the previous hot search on Weibo.

"What kind of 'star' is worth chasing?"

Why do you want to chase stars?

Maybe in Zhang Bolong's eyes,

The greatest meaning of chasing "stars",

is in the way of chasing him,

You will also be covered with starlight.

……

After Kobe played, the audience at the scene was completely boiling.

They didn't give the host any more room to play.

Tens of thousands of people are all shouting in unison:

"Zhang Bolong!"

"Zhang Bolong!"

"Zhang Bolong!"

Such terrifying sound waves gathered in the gymnasium, since they couldn't reach the sky, they reverberated magnificently in the venue.

Whether you like him or not,

Whether they are high-ranking officials or ordinary fans,
Whether it is a star idol or a commoner,
In such an atmosphere, he can't help calling out his name.

"You are like the king here."

"Zen Master" Phil Jackson smiled kindly behind him.

Judging from the effects of several team training games, he has decided to let this handsome rookie be the starting point guard for the Lakers in the new season.

His skills, ball quotient, and big picture fit perfectly with his own triangle offense.

"I'm just their child."

Zhang Bolong also smiled, and immediately prepared to appear on stage.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, he saw a bearded man shouting from the audience above the aisle: "Long Bao flies bravely! Mom will always be with you!"

I am Nima!
I don't want a male mother!
……

Here he is!

The moment Zhang Bolong took the stage, the eyes of a girl sitting in the second row of the auditorium wearing a mask and a pair of sunglasses lit up.

It was like a star suddenly lit up in the dark night sky.

Those who are interested may find that the toad mirror she is wearing is exactly the same female style Zhang Bolong used when riding a Harley.

Her heart was pounding, following the No. 17 in the purple and gold shirt, step by step, pause after pause.

The girl blinked her beautiful eyes, her brows curled like willow leaves, and she seemed to be smiling silently.

But Zhang Bolong didn't know all this,

He is currently in the arms of a tall man...

"Is the injury okay?" Yao Ming asked.

"It's okay Brother Yao, but it seems that I can't block you anymore." Zhang Bolong laughed.

"Haha, it's okay, I have no objection. You are very skilled and smart in playing. Even if you don't rely on your body to play, you can play well. Play well and come to me in the future."

"okay."

After a brief greeting——

"Now it's a jump ball for both sides! Yao Ming will play against Kwame Brown!"

"The referee threw the ball high and it was Brown who jumped to the ball!"

"The Lakers have the ball, Radmanovich handed the ball to Xiaolong to organize, the Rockets retreat quickly, and the game officially begins!"

……

Bang, bang, bang.

Zhang Bolong felt the orange-red elf beating between his hands,
How alive and full of endless energy it is.

But she is so obedient and obeys orders, only my will is obeyed!
A sense of contempt for the arena emerged spontaneously from Zhang Bolong's heart, and his temperament also changed accordingly.

The match against him in this game was Alstom, known as the "streetball king", and one of the defenders most familiar to Chinese fans.

Zhang Bolong pushed forward with the ball, glanced at Alstom who was coming up, and dribbled towards Brown who mentioned the line to put into gear.

He didn't have any fear of the famous "streetball emperor".

On the contrary,

He looked at each other with aggressive eyes.

Maybe on the street court, Alston is the unstoppable "jumping soul", but in the NBA, his thin body is always the opponent's appetizer.

At the same time, Alston was also staring at the rookie in front of him. Zhang Bolong's handsome appearance as if he came out of a cartoon and the treatment just like the emperor's parade made him very unhappy.

To be precise, all the men present may be envious, jealous, and even a little bit of hatred.

"Hey rookie, maybe in Hollywood you can make it big, but in the NBA you're a—"

As Alston said, he slid towards Kwame Brown's pick-and-roll. According to common sense, this rookie should use the pick-and-roll to slip into the inside and then score, or directly hand the ball to Kobe.

However, to his surprise, Zhang Bolong suddenly moved before he finished talking trash!
A change of direction, the basketball changed from right hand to left hand, Zhang Bolong did not go to cover Brown, but chose to kill the inside directly!

His speed is not fast, but the rhythm is very good, just stuck in front of Alston.

When Alston regained his senses and pursued the defense, Zhang Bolong's face flashed with embarrassment (*ｽ▽*).

He pouted his butt, then stopped abruptly, and collided directly with Alston who was rushing over.

Alston let out a cry of pain while clutching his hip, while Zhang Bolong took advantage of the situation and jumped up, aiming at the basket in the air——

"Shh!"

"My bowl!"

He looked at Alston, who had a distorted expression, and put his hand in his ear to listen.
"Who did you say was a rookie `Д|?"

(End of this chapter)