NBA: About Me Being Reincarnated As Yasuo, the Wind Walker

Zhang Jun spent the entire summer vacation selling finger cakes and practicing basketball every day. During this period, several other schools came to Zhang Jun to discuss admission.

After learning that Zhang Jun had decided to enroll, they only showed a slight regret.

It can be seen that the teaching assistant at Ohio State University is right. Tens of thousands of high school basketball students become college students every year, but there are still only about 30 five-star college students selected every year.

Even for the Platinum Generation 03, which had been hyped up a few years ago, there were only 36 five-star college students selected at that time.

Xia He returned to school early, because she had already reached the internship period, and when she left, she kept complaining that some stockings were missing.

Zhang Jun originally wanted to return her, but there were several holes that he didn't know how to explain.

Elizabeth packed Zhang Jun's luggage and said, "Eat and play as you study, don't always think about saving money."

"First, we don't steal, and second, we don't rob. We don't take things that don't belong to us. We use the money we earn and don't compare ourselves to others, but we can't live too badly..."

Zhang Jun has long been used to Elizabeth's random thoughts, and he knows that he must not answer the phone, otherwise he will have to talk all afternoon.

Zhang Jun wanted to take the luggage, but Elizabeth grabbed it tightly.

She said with red eyes: "You really don't want me to see you off?"

"Compton Avenue is not too far from downtown Los Angeles."

Zhang Jun quickly waved his hands and turned around and said, "It's alright, alright, I'm not a child."

Elizabeth looked at Zhang Jun's back for a long time, and finally remembered something and couldn't help shouting: "Son, you forgot to bring your finger cakes, eat them on the way..."

The louder Elizabeth yelled from behind, the faster Zhang Jun ran in front.

...

Zhang Jun took the purple line of the subway to the station east of the city center, and was about to take the MTA bus No. 60 and No. 53 directly to the University of California, Los Angeles.

"Hey bro, are you a freshman reporting?"

Zhang Jun saw a young man who was as tall as himself, walking towards him mysteriously wearing sunglasses, while looking left and right from time to time.

Zhang Jun nodded and admitted, and the latter immediately took out a lot of photos from his pocket.

"School brother, don't say that brother didn't take care of you. Look at all of these. They are all your gentle and lovely seniors. Whoever takes a fancy to calls brother."

After the young man finished speaking, he saw Zhang Jun's vigilant eyes.

He has seen this scene a lot, and people who are away from home will inevitably pay more attention to him, thinking that he is a liar or something.

"Don't worry, I won't charge you a penny more."

Zhang Jun didn't believe it and said: "Then you have to work hard for a long time, why?"

The young man jerked and said: "For free whoring, the water here is very deep, and you won't understand if you tell me."

Heh, Zhang Jun really wants to say that there is something he doesn't understand?

He completely sneered at this kind of people who like whoring for nothing.

After receiving the photo, Zhang Jun looked at it carefully for twenty minutes and almost threw it in the trash can.

He is not such a person.

Afterwards, he took the bus directly to the school gate. Seeing that Zhang Jun was handsome, several welcoming seniors greeted him immediately.

From this point of view, he is a good person who can deal with him.

Several people took him to the dormitory and left their contact information, agreeing that they must get to know each other well during the orientation week later.

The bedroom is a standard triple room with a living room, sofa, computer desk, TV, and air conditioner. The decoration style is similar to that of a hotel.

Zhang Jun put the photo under the pillow, only to find that the opposite bed was in a mess, with quilts and tissues in a mess, and there were even a few celebrity photo albums on it.

An hour later, Zhang Jun left the dormitory and went to the basketball training arena.

Daly reminded Zhang Jun long ago that the biggest difference between a college basketball team and a high school team is that the players and the overall strength of the team are stronger, and that the players care most about perfect training facilities and systematic training methods.

For example, the old coach K of Duke University has always set the school's training facilities and training programs on par with the NBA with high standards and high requirements.

Before entering the training hall, there was an endless stream of crackling basketball slapping.

In fact, the players of the Bruins have been training at the school's training ground a month in advance.

They took the recent loss in the NCAA Finals as a great shame and motivation.

"Hey man, this doesn't belong to you. If you want to play ball go to the basketball court on the playground. This is the Bruins practice arena."

Aaron Afflalo looked at Zhang Jun and warned.

The other players training on the side also heard the sound and looked over.

The short Darren Collison said with a frown: "It's impossible for the students not to know that this is where we train. It seems that this is a freshman."

The tall and mighty Alfred Aboya agreed and said: "This guy is not short, maybe he is a good basketball player in the street. He admires us who can become D1 players, so come and pay your respects."

Aaron Afflalo didn't care that much. Seeing that Zhang Jun hadn't left yet, the emotion on his face was getting worse and worse.

"That retarded Bamoot must have opened the door and sneaked out to post photos again, that bastard."

"Hey, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com boy, come and throw two **** and hurry home."

Aaron Afflalo threw the ball to Zhang Jun, and the latter was not polite, and after catching the ball, he took the ball and patted it on the ground.

Crotch dribble, figure 8, back dribble, reverse crotch dribble...

Zhang Jun dribbled back and forth for a long time, but he just didn't shoot.

Darren Collison couldn't help but said, "Will this kid dribble here all afternoon and only shoot those two **** at night?"

Aaron Afflalo touched his head angrily.

Labor and management ask you to throw two balls, you wait for a long time to pretend that you are paralyzed!

"I'm damn~, I'm here to find fault."

"Boy, don't say I won't give you a chance, 3 balls, bullfighting rules, if you win, today's training hall will belong to you."

On Compton Avenue, when those fart kids wanted to compete with Zhang Jun for the basketball court, they often used this method to determine the ownership of the basketball court.

The most important point of the bullfighting rules is that the offensive team can only dribble the ball three times. After the three dribbles, whether you choose to shoot or layup, you must end the offense immediately.

This summer, Zhang Jun was already in a panic on Compton Avenue. After knowing that Zhang Jun was on vacation, all the young people went to other places to play. As a result, he could only practice alone every day.

"no problem."

Zhang Jun is looking forward to the strength of his teammates in the future. After all, even Daly said that college players are different from high school players.

Darren Collison clapped his hands, Alfred Aboya whistled, and other practice players gathered around curiously.

"Fuck him, Aaron."

"Let him know what a quasi-professional player is."

"Don't make him cry, after all, he is our primary school boy."