Gradually, the sky outside the window lit up.

Wang Yi was so tired that he was out of breath.

But, he couldn't stop.

Because in my mind, the countdown that seems to be urging me to die is non-stop.

I don’t know how long I have been practicing.

He took a look at the task progress in his mind.

[Task progress: 300/1000]

[Remaining time: 9 hours and 55 minutes]

Fortunately, according to this progress, I should be able to complete the task.

He stopped to take a few breaths.

At this time, the door of the training hall opened.

A tall and muscular figure walked in.

It's James.

When he saw Wang Yi, he was a little surprised.

In the past, Wang Yi was almost the same as him, always coming to train at eight o'clock.

But looking at his current appearance, it's obvious that he has been training for a long time.

"Wang, it's so early today? Are you thinking about your girlfriend so much that you can't sleep?"

James said, laughed twice, and looked at Wang Yi's right hand.

Wang Yi shrugged, glanced at his right hand, and said:

"My girlfriend is almost dead."

James gave Wang Yi a thumbs up:

"You're awesome! Did you use up your girlfriend in one night?"

Wang Yi smiled bitterly, shook his head, and said no more.

He doesn't have much time to waste.

Then continue to turn around and practice three-pointers.

But James keenly captured Wang Yi's strange behavior.

He knew that Wang Yi was a right-handed player, so why did he suddenly start practicing his left hand?

"Brother, is your right hand injured?"

James said, recalling that after Wang Yi shot a three-pointer last night, he always seemed to inadvertently clench his right fist.

The expression is also very strange.

At that time, he thought this was Wang Yi's unique celebration.

Now it seems that things are not that simple.

Wang Yi was seen through, and his heart skipped a beat.

Turning around, he said, "Please don't tell others, I really need this job."

Once the rest of the team knows that he has not recovered from his injury, they will definitely not let him play.

Then if he wants to switch to a guaranteed contract, it's over.

James frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and said:

"Don't worry, I won't tell you. But you have to be responsible for your own body."

Wang Yi nodded: "I have a sense of discretion."

Seeing Wang Yi's persistence, James stopped trying to persuade him.

He just said: "After training today, go to my house and I will ask my personal doctor to take a look at you."

Wang Yi felt hot in his heart.

Rarely does a team boss care so much about a fringe player.

He nodded and continued:

"LeBron, can you tell the coach that I will not participate in other training today. I want to practice three-pointers specifically because the team currently lacks a stable three-pointer."

James thought for a while, nodded and said:

"Don't worry, practice three-pointers, I'll tell the coach."

Disrupting the coach's training plan is something Wang Yi cannot do at present.

Only a superstar like James who has absolute say can do this.

It's just that James generally doesn't abuse such a right to speak.

Today is an exception for Wang Yi.

Of course, James also has his own considerations.

His playing style requires a stable three-point shot from the outside.

Next, Wang Yi continued to practice three-pointers with his left hand.

Although his physical fitness has gradually declined, as his proficiency with his left hand has improved, his three-point shooting percentage with his left hand has been able to reach 40%.

At ten o'clock, the other players on the team had already arrived.

They basically just woke up.

Seeing Wang Yi and James sweating profusely from practice, they have become accustomed to it.

Without saying anything else, today's training started according to the coach's training plan.

Because James greeted head coach Vogel, Wang Yi did not train with everyone.

He was practicing three-pointers in the corner.

At ten o'clock, the morning training ended and the players all left the stadium and went to have lunch.

Wang Yi took a look at the task progress in his mind:

[Task progress: 602/1000]

[Remaining time: 6 hours and 49 minutes]

Although based on the current shooting rate, it is not difficult to make 400 three-pointers with more than six hours left.

But after physical fitness declines, the hit rate will drop again.

So he had to hurry up.

Seeing all the players leaving the arena, he did not follow them.

Instead, he stayed and continued training.

Before the coach left, he took a deep look at Wang Yi.

Didn't say much.

When James saw that Wang Yi had no intention of leaving, he advised:

"Wang, I appreciate your professional attitude, but training must be done step by step. And we must ensure nutritional intake. So, let's go eat."

Wang Yi shook his head: "I don't want to eat today, you go ahead."

Seeing this, James didn't say anything more.

Wei Wei is a little worried.

You shouldn't train too little, but you shouldn't train too much either.

But he also understood Wang Yi's eagerness to seize this ten-day opportunity and win the next guaranteed contract.

So he moved his lips and finally changed his words of dissuasion into four words:

"Good luck."

Wang Yi took a few breaths and said, "Thank you."

After the players left, Wang Yi only took a short break for ten minutes.

I drank some water.

Then he continued shooting training.

At two o'clock, the players continued to come back for training.

Wang Yi is still shooting three-pointers.

At four o'clock, today's training ended and the players left one after another.
To be continued...