"After the transmission is completed, the integration of relevant technical resources is completed. The maximum increase in relying on fighting strength can reach 10%, and the related skills have been improved, as follows: low-post back-up play has been increased from level 70 to level 85, and low-post confrontation has been increased from level 90 to level 91.
The comprehensive offensive strength under the basket has been improved from level 70 to level 72, and the individual defense has been improved from level 70 to level 75."
"Ha, back hitting can actually improve so much?" Wang Tiejun became excited instantly, but he didn't expect Tieshan's support to be so useful.
But immediately he became a little frustrated, because of all his finishing skills, only layups were barely passable. Others, such as hook throws, etc., were not good. As long as he was not under the basket, his overall finishing ability was very poor.
If these finishing skills are not improved, without that last shiver, it will be useless no matter how good his post-up skills are, because he cannot get to the basket and take a shot every time, which is why his low post close attack is only 50
level reasons.
"The strength of relying on fighting has increased by at most 10%, so my low post attack has increased by 15 levels? Is relying on strength of fighting so important? It seems that I have to continue to practice my iron mountain, and I can't lose it!
"
He was very surprised. In fact, this was because he had little knowledge. His strength was already pretty good. If he increased it by another 10%, he would be making ten more progress. So an increase of 10% was already a lot, even if he was still in power.
If used properly during the game and the team's tactics are appropriate, qualitative changes may be achieved.
"So hungry!"
After three hours of hard work, he touched his belly and went out to the street to buy two Big Macs.
This kind of big burger costs two dollars a piece and contains a lot of beef, which not only provides calories but also nutrition. It is more cost-effective than eating Chinese food and is simple.
While eating a burger, he walked casually on the street, thinking wildly in his mind.
What he was thinking about was, of course, how to get a job with an NBA team. This system task made it impossible for him to start.
"System, how about you change the task? I can go play street ball." He wanted to discuss it with the system.
"Host, there is no end to the road. There may be twists and turns, and there will be another bright future," the system replied.
Wang Tiejun muttered to himself in a daze: "There is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers?"
He entered the men's basketball team of Cangzhou Sports School in September 1987, joined the Heb provincial team in November 1989, was selected for the national youth team in October 1990, and has even entered the national team's sights.
But the accident in December and the time he was imprisoned have completely destroyed this bright road in life. He has not had professional training for nearly two years now. If he does not advance against the current, he will retreat. His current strength may not be able to return.
Is it really possible to start over two years ago?
At this time, he walked out of Chinatown, and not far around the corner was an open-air basketball court surrounded by iron fences. He turned in familiarly.
"The damn Chinese are here again."
"Ignore him!"
"He wants to defraud us of our money again, so don't fight him."
Several gangsters who were playing ball started talking and gave Wang Tiejun a fierce look from time to time.
But that's all. They didn't dare to use more extreme words, especially those iconic racist words, such as Chinese guy, yellow-skinned monkey, etc. When they used these words to scold Wang Tiejun, they were beaten up and had a memory.
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Wang Tiejun ignored it and continued to eat his hamburger while sitting on the sidelines, planning to trick these black brothers with no IQ into a duel with him later and earn two pocket coins.
A few minutes later, a large-displacement off-road vehicle parked on the street.
"Mr. Colangelo, Charles, turn around and you'll find Chinatown. It's not easy to park there, so get off here."
Ewing was driving. The Suns were visiting New York for the first time this season. Barkley wanted to have Chinese food and he was treating him today.
His character is very withdrawn, but he and Barkley are both good friends of Jordan. Through Jordan's relationship, the two can be considered friends, and they have some off-court interactions when playing away games.
In addition, Suns general manager Jerry Colangelo and main center Mark West were also in the car, and they also wanted to try Chinese food today.
"Look, someone is playing ball. How about we go take a look? I'm not very hungry yet." Mark West said.
"Let's go." Buckley nodded.
He agreed. Of course Colangelo wouldn't say anything, and Ewing, who didn't talk much, wouldn't say anything either.
West seemed very happy because his abilities were average and he had no status in the team. He had gained some experience due to his age. It was a great honor for the three big guys to listen to his advice.
"Oh, it's actually a gorilla?"
"Flying pigs? What are they doing here?"
As soon as the four of them entered, especially Barkley and Ewing, they were immediately recognized, and several of the black guys who played ball started shouting in surprise.
Wang Tiejun also stood up. He didn't expect that as soon as the system issued a task about the NBA, two superstars were sent to him. Could it be that this was destined by God? No, it was destined by the system?
"Hey guys, hello! Just keep playing and we'll take a look."
Ewing didn't like to talk, his personality was weird and indifferent, and he didn't know how to interact with the fans, so Barkley stood up and greeted him with a smile.
"Huh?"
His eyes naturally fell on Wang Tiejun, who was head and shoulders above everyone else.
At the same time, Colangelo also looked Wang Tiejun up and down out of professional habit.
"Hey bro, welcome to Chinatown."
Wang Tiejun greeted Barkley warmly.
Black brothers generally don't have very good IQs, so they might be able to get some opportunities by fooling around and making friends.
"Hello, brother, are you..." Buckley asked curiously.
If he had known that Wang Tiejun was manipulating his IQ, he might not be so good-tempered.
Wang Tiejun smiled and said: "I am Chinese, you can call me Lao Wang. My position is center, and I am the strongest center here."
"Lao Wang? The strongest, no 1?"
Barkley was shocked and said: "You think you are the most powerful center?"
He found it very interesting and looked at Ewing next to him to see what the gorilla was thinking.
There was an obvious look of sullenness in Ewing's eyes. In front of this super center, a humble Chinese dared to think that he was the most powerful center here. Who gave you the courage?
It's just that his character is too weird. Although he hates the Chinese in front of him, he is too lazy to say anything. After all, he is just bragging.
Colangelo also shook his head. To say this in front of a super center, this young Chinese man is too arrogant!
Seeing the shocked expressions of Barkley and others, Wang Tiejun was also stunned. Is there some misunderstanding?
In fact, what he said here was referring to the Chinatown area, but Barkley and the others thought he meant that he was the strongest among all the centers here.
"Chinese, are you crazy?"
"Damn, he's so crazy! Barkley, Ewing, you have to teach him a lesson."
Several gangsters playing ball started shouting and yelling. They couldn't beat Wang Tiejun, so they wanted to encourage Barkley and others to take action.
There is also Mark West. Although he is only a blue-collar player in the league, as a black man, he cannot tolerate a yellow man speaking out in front of him, especially a Chinese.
"Let me teach you a lesson."
He immediately stood up from behind Barkley, pointed at Wang Tiejun and shouted: "Chinaman, come here and fight."
"Fake Oil!"
When he heard the word "Chinaman", Wang Tiejun lost his temper and smashed the remaining hamburger on Mark West's body. He immediately rushed forward and was about to slap him with his big ear braces.
"Hey, hey, brother, wait a minute..."
When Barkley saw it, he quickly stood in front of him and advised: "This is my teammate, please give me face and forgive him."
He hates racial discrimination, and he is not happy about the racial discrimination remarks made by his teammates and people on the scene, because his wife is white, and many of his black friends and relatives often discriminate against his wife in front of him, which makes him uncomfortable.
He was very annoyed.
"Brother, I will give you face, but he needs to apologize, otherwise I will let him crawl away from Chinatown today." Wang Tiejun said angrily.
"Mark West, apologize to this gentleman." Colangelo said seriously at this time.
"I……"
Mark West wanted to say that I didn't mean to scold him, that I was just a habitual discrimination against Chinese people. However, facing the serious expression of his boss Colangelo, he could only choose to lower his head and whispered: "I'm sorry."
Then he angrily said to Colangelo and Barkley: "But he also scolded me just now. I want to teach this kid a lesson."
"Fist, basketball, whatever you choose." Wang Tiejun immediately accepted the move without any ambiguity.
"Can't fight."
Barkley shook his head and said helplessly: "Basketball, you use one-on-ones to solve problems."
"Hey, bro, give me the ball and let me teach this Chinese guy a lesson."
Mark West shouted excitedly to a black brother holding the ball.
"Then, brother, teach him a lesson. He is always bullying us here, tricking us into fighting him one-on-one to win our money."
The black guy passed the ball over and yelled in annoyance.
"Brother, just wait and see the good show." Mark West said after receiving the ball.
"I'll be the referee."
Barkley stepped forward and said: "You are all centers, so let's have a low-post duel. Each player hits two balls. Just think about it. We don't have any time to waste."
He looked at the two of them and said to Mark West: "Mark, you attack first."
"ok."
Mark West smiled at Wang Tiejun, just like a tiger grinning at a sheep, full of ferocious meaning.
After taking off his jacket, he first walked to the low post on the left wing, took a position outside the paint area, pointed at Wang Tiejun and shouted: "Come here and die, boy."
With a cold snort, Wang Tiejun also began to take off his coat.
This somewhat tattered coat was something he snatched from the trash can after fighting off two homeless men. It was small and very warm, but it was a bit difficult to take it off.
"Yellow boy, are your clothes stolen?" West mocked wildly.
"Dog Shi, does your mother know who your father is?"
Wang Tiejun cursed back in Tianjin dialect and continued to take off his coat.
"Come on, idiot."
After finally taking off his coat, he stood behind Mark West and pressed his unusually thick chest against him.
Mark West tentatively leaned back first, but didn't move at all. Then he pushed harder, but he still couldn't push up, which surprised him.
Not only was he surprised, but all the experts present were also surprised.
But this is not surprising. Lao Wang's strength is already strong, and he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. He fights horses every day, and his lower body is extremely stable. Martial arts also pays attention to the balance of the upper, middle and lower forces. His strength is so strong.
Strength lies in this, there is no weakness, everything is strong.
"The strength is not bad, and the resistance ability is also good."
Colangelo didn't care at first, but then his attention immediately focused and he squinted at Wang Tiejun.
