NBA, Yao Ming is back!

Yao Ming went to bed exceptionally early the night before, without any extra entertainment, and washed up and rested early. As a result, he woke up exceptionally early the next day.

I glanced at the alarm clock in my hand; after all, mobile phones are still a rarity these days.

Yao Ming has not yet been assigned a position.

Looking at the time, I realized how amusing it was to see frogs.

4 points in the early hours.

4 a.m. is a very famous time in the basketball world. If you get up at 4 a.m., you'll feel embarrassed to go back to sleep.

Besides, Yao Ming has already woken up.

Since that's the case, I might as well enjoy Paris at 4 a.m.

He tiptoed out of the dormitory building and almost ran into love as soon as he turned the corner.

The other person had clearly just woken up; their hurried steps suggested they were someone who had gotten up to use the restroom.

"Wait, I need to go to the restroom first, don't try to take it from me!"

"Hmm? You are... Yao?"

At this time of day, everyone in the building is asleep. Anyone who appears in the hallway at around 4 a.m. can be easily identified.

In addition, he is probably the tallest person in all of Paris right now, making him extremely recognizable. You can't mistake him for someone else just by looking at his figure.

With a height of 2.28 meters, Yao Ming can't be hidden anywhere and can't keep a low profile at all.

Yao Ming saw that this person looked just like a character from Journey to the West.

Isn't that Nowitzki?

Why are you out here at this hour instead of sleeping?

Little did he know that Nowitzki thought the same thing.

He was desperately needing to urinate, and his curiosity was completely piqued. In his mind, there were only a few possibilities…

He either sneaks out for a stroll, or gets a craving for snacks in the middle of the night, or hides away to chat on the phone with girls.

"What are you doing, Dirk? You're acting suspiciously."

Yao Ming said that luckily he is tall, so there are generally very few ghosts that can scare him, since it is rare to see someone as tall as him.

"What are you doing? I'm going to the bathroom."

"Oh, then we're not on the same team. You go ahead, I'm going to practice."

After saying that, Yao Ming turned and left.

Practice?

real or fake?

After relieving himself, Nowitzki tiptoed to the practice area.

This sight stunned him completely.

Bright lights instantly filled the entire stadium, and the tall figure stood alone in the center of the field, creating a scene that was both quiet and awe-inspiring.

Nowitzki stood by the door, completely stunned, his heart pounding as if he'd been hit hard in the gut.

He never imagined that Yao Ming, who seemed so nonchalant and unenthusiastic during the daytime group training, would actually come to practice alone at four in the morning!

It's 4 a.m.

Moreover, the intensity of this special training far surpasses the level of group training during the day.

Dirk Nowitzki signed with a local club at a young age, making him a legitimate professional youth player and familiar with the European youth training model. In the basketball environment of the 1980s and 90s, European and Asian youth training had different focuses and philosophies, but regardless of where they were, this group of young players were considered to have entered the professional team early, just at a level that could not compare to the NBA.

He can already be considered a legitimate professional player in the domestic league.

With such a broad perspective, one can immediately see the high quality of Yao Ming's training.

Especially after missing the Golden Rooster Stands-on-One pose during the day, Yao Ming thought for a moment and fired a few more shots.

After hitting the iron twice, I gradually got the hang of it.

The streak of hits began.

He is currently training alone and focusing on refining this movement repeatedly, constantly adjusting the rhythm of his shot, the point of force application, and his body balance.

If once isn't enough, do it twice; if twice isn't enough, do it ten times. Gradually, you'll develop muscle memory.

brush--

brush--

brush--

It has to be said that the consecutive goals scored with a one-legged stance are just as impressive as the missed shots with a one-legged stance.

He looks even more handsome.

However, this move is not his original signature move. Without the support of skill replication, he can only rely on repeated hard practice to get used to the basics of the move.

However, his touch was on point, even without any competition.

It's still easy to score.

After all, as a free throw shooter, his shooting percentage was once one of the highest and most consistent on the team, which means that his shooting touch is absolutely no problem.

With each shot and adjustment, Yao Ming steadily sank one one-legged layup into the net, the sound of the ball swishing through the empty arena echoing repeatedly.

This left Nowitzki completely stunned.

too.

He's so damn handsome.

want.

I want this.

With a loud clang.

The door was opened, startling Yao Ming.

I don't know when.

Nowitzki rushed back to the dorm, quickly changed into a full tracksuit, and strode up to Yao Ming with a determined and serious look in his eyes, his face flushed with excitement.

"Yao, let me join your morning exercise."

"You are the hardest-working person I have ever met."

Yao Ming: ? ? ?

He simply goes to bed too early and wakes up too early, and only comes over to practice when he has nothing else to do; he's not some crazy guy from Los Angeles.

I wanted to explain, but the words stuck in my throat.

At times like these, saying more is pointless; any explanation would only seem like a deliberate attempt to cover something up.

He looked at the earnest-looking German boy in front of him and casually asked:

"Why are you here too? Why aren't you sleeping?"

"I……"

"I also want to become a star player."

"I used to think that I was disciplined and hardworking enough, but now I realize that I am still far from it."

During the day, he was still wondering why Yao Ming, who was so tall, was so perfunctory and lazy during the group training at the training camp.

After all, it's not easy for international players to get the opportunity to attend this training camp.

Only now did he fully understand.

Good grief, it's not that the other side was lax in their attitude, but rather that the basic training they did during the day was too low in intensity!

They're simply not good enough for anyone!

After a brief conversation, the two began their morning exercise together.

They're all young people, so they'll quickly become friends.

But as he practiced, Yao Ming felt inexplicably depressed.

Nowitzki was born with a natural shooting talent, and the one-legged stance was his signature move, a skill ingrained in his very being.

So I just watched it a few times and practiced imitating it, and in just one early morning...

He quickly grasped the essence of the movements and mastered them.

His comprehension speed is ridiculously fast.

Fortunately, this extraordinary comprehension is only applicable to his signature moves. For other technical moves, he still needs to hone them slowly. Otherwise, Yao Ming would really have to doubt whether his talent is being crushed.

"Yao, that move was so cool! Thank you so much, I love it!"

"I hope my learning speed won't make it too much of a hassle for you to teach me."

trouble?

Your learning speed is so fast, you're practically flying in a helicopter!

Don't contact me again!

It's making me feel upset and confused.

Denovsky is very excited!

Who doesn't like a cool move? Young people like it even more! So he completely missed the slightly annoyed expression on Yao Ming's face.

Clang, clang, clang.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

……

The joyful duo queue ended, dawn broke, and the daytime selection assessment for the training camp officially began.

This Nike training camp in Paris had a total of 85 young players, which was too many to form a unified team for competition.

The official rules are simple and straightforward: freely form teams of three to start a semi-elimination tournament. Each round lasts fifteen minutes, with no pauses, and everything depends on performance and individual skill.

Round after round of elimination competitions were held until the final twenty people were selected, who were divided into two teams to compete in the main competition in the evening.

In this era of limited information and lack of advanced internet dissemination, continental leagues were relatively closed off.

Even in later generations, without deliberately digging into the data, no one knows Nowitzki's specific statistics in the German league in his early years.

The same applies here; nobody understands Yao Ming's dominant performance in the CBA. Everyone's preconceived notion is that Asian players have average talent and are weak in physicality, so nobody wants to form teams with them, assuming that having Asian players would be a burden.

Last time, Yao Ming was given a bye; nobody picked him.

Seeing this, Liu Wei was initially anxious, fearing that he and Yao Ming would be alone without anyone to accompany them.

I didn't get a chance to show myself in the first round.

He was even worried that Yao Ming would be chosen by someone else from the start. Seeing that no one chose Yao Ming, he felt much more at ease.

At least he has Yao Ming to keep him company, so he's not all alone.

But as the number of remaining people dwindled, it became increasingly difficult to form a three-person team.

Just as Liu Wei was secretly worrying, a tall figure strode over.

A young man with long, golden hair, resembling a lion king, took the initiative to speak.

"Yao, I've come to ask you to team up."

"Let's join forces and make it into the final twenty-man list."

Our team is called...

"What do you guys think of the 'Veteran Drivers Driving Team'?"

Yao Ming: ...

it is good.

Little driver.

You're really good at naming things.

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