NBA: A collection of super busts

"Being selected in the top five is the starting point to be considered a top-tier fraud. The host should strive for an even higher ranking and become the undisputed king among frauds!"

This mission came out of nowhere and quite suddenly, making Ye Feng wonder if this system was some kind of dirty thing formed from the resentment of all the scumbags throughout history...

But that's not important. What's important is that, according to the system's description, you have to be selected in at least the top five to receive the reward.

The Raptors, then, cannot be completely offended.

However, what Ye Feng didn't know was that it wasn't that the team's general manager, Greenwood, didn't want to see him, but rather that he had indeed been delayed.

Of course, it's not the wife giving birth.

At this moment, in the Raptors' general manager's office, Greenwood was glaring angrily at the person in front of him, the team's current star player, Vince Carter!

"You brought me here just to see what kind of rookies I am, to have me pick one for you?" Carter, who usually maintained a refined and composed demeanor when facing fans, was now visibly annoyed. "You think this is respect? Huh? Respect?"

"I told you half a season ago, I don't want to play with rookies! I want a real star! I'm not a kindergarten teacher, why should I play with kids? Oh, right, not just kindergarten, we have countless veterans here too."

Carter got more and more excited as he spoke, clearly harboring immense resentment: "Let's call this a nursing home plus a kindergarten, and instead of the Raptors, let's call it the Toronto Welfare Society!"

"Vince, you can't talk to me like that!" Greenwood snapped, "I'm the manager of this team!"

"Fuck you!" Carter showed him no mercy. "Didn't I give you face? What did you do when I gave you face? Why the hell didn't you renew Tracy's contract? Why did you trade Doug?"

"What have you guys been doing all these years? What's the point of signing Hakeem Olajuwon? He couldn't play for three years! Only a brain-dead idiot would spend a fortune to bring in Olajuwon! Fuck you!"

......

Feeling slighted, Ye Feng didn't linger in Toronto. He flew to Cleveland immediately, rested there for two days, and then participated in their tryouts.

If the Heat's workouts were rigorous, compliant with rules, and standardized enough to be written in the NBA workout procedure manual, then the Raptors' workouts were a chaotic mess that made it seem like no one took it seriously.

So Ye Feng's tryouts in Cleveland were perfunctory and boring.

The team's management and coaches seem to have only LeBron James on their minds, and they don't seem interested in any newcomers other than James.

They didn't value Ye Feng's performance much either. Even after Ye Feng finished his tryout and was chatting with the general manager, the team's general manager was still calling the Grizzlies to ask if they wanted to trade for the number one draft pick.

This led to the interview proceeding very quickly.

Ye Feng only answered one question in total.

The team's general manager asked him: What do you think of the team?

Ye Feng said, "I think it's good, and I have a very good way to help you deal with James."

"I'm heading to Memphis right now, then I'll get some rest, put on my best performance to impress West, get him to pick me first overall, and then you'll get LeBron James."

The Cavaliers' initial reaction was even more hilarious.

"Is it really possible?"

"Go to hell." Ye Feng got up and left, ignoring the Cavaliers management's attempts to persuade him to stay. He wasn't going to give face to a team that was so muddle-headed and talked about trades in front of the players.

This team is full of sycophants; they deserve to be treated like dogs, they deserve their goddesses to come and go, come and go again...

Even with the system's mission, Ye Feng didn't stoop so low as to beg the knight to choose him.

The Cavaliers are the best example of the opposite: those who fawn over their opponents will always end up with nothing.

However, this gives Ye Feng even more options.

I don't want to be Riley's lackey, and I had another argument with the Cavaliers...

This means that Ye Feng's upcoming tryout with the Nuggets will be extremely important, and may even be his best opportunity!

As for the grizzly bears?

Even Ye Feng didn't think the Grizzlies would select him with the first overall pick in the first round.

LeBron James's position is too secure this year.

The next stop is the Nuggets tryout, I have to perform well!

"Since you have absolute confidence, leave everything to me." After hearing Ye Feng explain his needs, Reed immediately agreed: "I'll find a way to arrange a scapegoat for you. As long as you can completely crush him, you'll definitely be able to conquer Denver's management."

"Find me the strongest one!" Ye Feng said and hung up the phone. Then he and Edwards headed to Denver together.

They need to stay here for a few days to practice with someone and get used to Denver's extremely high altitude of 1600 meters, so as to ensure that they can perform better during the trial training.

After all, this is the highest altitude in the entire NBA, with oxygen levels 10%-15% lower than in the plains. Playing basketball and exercising here will significantly increase energy consumption due to the thinner oxygen.

Ye Feng didn't want to show any weakness or be out of breath on the training field; he wanted to be fully prepared.

There's not much to say about the training in the past few days; it was mainly about adaptation and adjustment, with the intensity gradually increasing.

Ye Feng plans to train here for a week, and then rest for a day before heading to the Nuggets' training facility for further training. Of course, all of this is done in secret, and the Nuggets have no idea that Ye Feng is right under their noses.

That way, what they'll see is a young man who adapts very well as soon as he arrives in the high-altitude region, which will help Ye Feng gain more positive impressions.

This was Ye Feng's most serious tryout this year, and it was also the highest draft position he believed he could get!

If the workout with the Nuggets doesn't go well, then I might have to try out for the Cavaliers and Raptors again...

So what if you're a simp? If you don't care, you don't care.

The only way is to subdue them by beating them.

On the last day of Ye Feng's personal training plan, Reed found him a trainer and several sparring partners. The training intensity that day was increased to the highest level, almost at full power.

After training for four hours, Ye Feng was exhausted. He sat there panting heavily. Several trainers greeted him, and after collecting the final payment from Edwards, he left.

To Ye Feng's surprise, the sparring partner who had been guarding him all day hadn't left. Instead, he was there discussing something with a trainer who had fallen behind and hadn't had time to leave.

"For $20, you just need to pass me the ball. I want to practice 200 more mid-range shots."

"Go to hell." The trainer waved his hand, clearly looking down on the 20 cuts.

"50 dollars." The sparring partner gritted his teeth and stomped his foot. "I only made 100 dollars this time, I'll give you half."

"I'm almost paralyzed, I need to go home and sleep." After the trainer refused again, he packed his things and left the gym.

The remaining sparring partner sighed and had no choice but to start shooting himself, then rebound his own shots.

However, he was clearly exhausted today, and now he had to rebound and shoot himself, which doubled his energy expenditure, making his shooting efficiency abysmal.

"Shall I fetch the ball for you?"