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133: That year, when I was a shooter in the national team (seeking the moon)(2/3)

Yao Ming felt that his three-pointer in the open space was more accurate than Li Ang.

Mr. Jiang was shocked. How did he play in the NBA?

Li Ang smashed the frame for a long time, buzzing Jiang Xingquan's head.

It's a bit uncomfortable to play in the third position without a long shot.

After practicing several sets of shots, Li Ang looked at the basket that seemed to have dropped, and then looked at Jiang Xingquan.

Jiang Xingquan forced a smile: "Hehe, it's pretty good. Continuing to practice will definitely lead to results! Come on!"

Li Ang also smiled awkwardly, and I will do this bowl of chicken soup first.

In this way, at noon, Li Ang and his teammates went to the cafeteria to have dinner together.

Because I have to sprint for the Olympics, the cafeteria makes nutritious meals for athletes.

It is said to be a nutritious meal, but it is not very nutritious, which means it is accompanied by milk and eggs, which means it is a little more beef.

After Li Ang finished the meal and sat down, he and Yao Ming sat down next to Li Ang, from left to right.

"Brother Li, I'll give you my eggs! I have two!" Yao Ming raised the eggs with a smile and wandered in front of Li Ang.

"Cough cough cough!" Li Ang almost spit out the food. Xiao Yao, have you been so humorous?

"No, I can't eat that much, I can't eat that much, and it's easy to choke if I eat too much egg. Chairman Yao... Xiao Yao, don't be polite to me. You eat yours, let's see how thin the child is."

Chairman Yao suddenly became a little Yao, and Li Ang was still a little uncomfortable.

"Hehe, Brother Daji, don't you want Brother Li to tell us the story of playing basketball in the Ugly Country?"

Wang Zhizhi, who was standing beside him, also nodded: "Yes, what is it like to play basketball there? Tell us about it."

The two of them sat down next to Li Ang, one left and one right, for a purpose.

"It's nothing special, it's just that the confrontation is a little stronger and the pace is a little faster. Oh, and the NBA's floor is very slippery."

Li Ang looked at them, and after saying a few casual words, Wang Zhizhi and Yao Ming both eyes shone.

God knows how much they look forward to the NBA stage.

"Li, I heard that your three threats are very strong. I will teach me if I have time." Wang Zhizhi decided to seize the opportunity to learn from Li Ang.

"Three threats, not very strong either, they just shook Kobe."

"Kobe? It was the high school student who competed with Lao Hu in the summer league that year? He was so amazing!"

"What awesome, I've never beat me."

Suddenly, Li Ang's image in Wang Zhizhi's heart suddenly became taller.

Li Ang’s face was not blushing, his heart was not beating because everything he said was true.

Kobe has never won!

"By the way, Brother Li, do you like playing games?" At this time, Yao Ming came up again.

"I like it, CS, can you play?"

"Play! Today's training is over, we will go to the computer room to play a few games! I will make a whole AK and I will get you a lucky one, so we will make it bigger and stronger!"

The microcomputer room is really a title with a sense of age.

Li Ang smiled, who was not an Internet-addicted boy when he was young?

Seeing that Li Ang and Wang Zhizhi and Yao Ming got along well, Jiang Xingquan was much more relieved.

What he was most worried about was not Li Ang's shooting, but was afraid that Li Ang would not be able to integrate into the team.

In Olympic Games, if everyone does not tie a rope, they will not be able to succeed.

But now, Li Ang is still very fast in integrating into the team.

During the afternoon training, there was a team confrontation.

This is also the most anticipated link for domestic players today.

They all want to experience how tough Li Ang is, who plays in the NBA!

Although Li Ang is also a Chinese player, in the eyes of others, he is more like a foreign player with a Chinese identity.

If such a person who has never seen him before has arrived in the national team, then everyone must want to go up and make it to prove themselves.

Everyone was ready to go, and even Wang Zhizhi was looking forward to it, hoping to be assigned to Li Ang.

Only Yao told Li Ang: "Don't worry, Brother Li, I'll help you with defense at the basket."

Li Ang had already had a young follower just one morning.

To be honest, Yao Ming's attitude towards Bater and Wang Zhizhi is more about competing with them and comparing with them.

After all, everyone is the opponent in the league.

But because Li Ang doesn't have the same position as Yao Ming and has an NBA identity, Xiao Yao, who is not well-informed, can only admire Li Ang.

Except for Yao Ming, people and ghosts want to fight Li Ang, but Mr. Jiang Xingquan arranged training in the team not to let them score the winning or losing. He mainly wanted Li Ang to adapt to the national team's playing style and style as soon as possible.

So, before the game started, Mr. Jiang pulled Li Ang:

"Li, your main task today is to find more opportunities outside the three-point line. When you get the opportunity to your point, you can invest.

I know you don’t shoot three-pointers well in the NBA, but you’re getting used to everything slowly. Practicing three-pointers will also help you develop in the NBA.”

Li Ang nodded on the surface, but was very confused inside.

I'll vote when I reach my order?

What should I do if there is no point outside my three-point line?

Soon, the competition began. According to the color of the vest worn, the training team was divided into red and white teams.

The five players in the Red Team are Guo Shiqiang, Li Nan, Zhang Jinsong, Wang Zhizhi and Bater.

The five players in the White Team are Li Xiaoyong, Lao Hu, Li Ang, the god of war Liu Yudong and Yao Ming.

Li Ang has the left hand Jordan and the right hand first in Chinese basketball. There is also a God of War in the middle.

Tell me how to lose!

Then as soon as he got up, Yao Ming was beaten into one by the bus inside.

Li Ang was stupid, you, Yao, are you fake!

But speaking of this, Yao Ming was not as strong as a pervert in 2000.

Bus is 5 years older than Yao Ming, and is the earliest known in the Mobile Great Wall.

At this time, he was really confident in beating Yao Ming.

But it doesn't matter, it's up to me to regain my face for the team on the offensive end.

"Yudong, Yudong, have a pick-and-roll!" After Hu Weidong passed the half, he commanded the ball outside the three-point line with the ball.

It would be fine if Lao Hu didn't command, but his command would not be able to deal with both Li Ang and Liu Yudong.

Because Liu Yudong was inside at this time, and Li Ang was standing next to Hu Weidong...

"I am Li Ang, Lao Hu..."

"Ah!? Are you Li Ang?" Hu Weidong said, narrowing his eyes and looking carefully.

"Oh, I've seen the wrong person. Come to Xiao Li, take a pick-and-roll."

Li Ang:...

Is this the true portrayal of 800 degrees of myopia + astigmatism on the basketball court?

Because there is no number on the training vest, and Li Ang and Liu Yudong have a somewhat similar figure, it is normal for Lao Hu to recognize the wrong person with high myopia.

Li Ang just couldn't figure it out and couldn't even see it clearly. Why are your shooting so accurate?

Thinking of this, Li Ang suddenly felt that he was useless.

But when I think about it again, isn’t my brother still at the bottom of the shooting field?

Well, my mood improved a lot in an instant.

After the pick-and-roll, Hu Weidong accelerated to break through, but was directly stopped by Zhang Jinsong, who was replaced.

Lao Hu did not hesitate and distributed the ball to the outside line: "Yudong, take it!"

"I am Li Ang!"

Li Ang was speechless. Although he recognized the wrong person, the ball was indeed passed quite accurately.

Li Ang remembered Mr. Jiang’s advice again, so he took action with three points!

"Dong!"

Wang Zhizhi was furious and beaten up.

In the past, Li Ang always mocked McGrady for being a master of assisting the board.

Now, the helper is me.
To be continued...
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