The Almighty King of Sports

Wang Fei was speechless.

He said in his heart, what is the use of this B-level billiard skill? I don't like playing billiards.

But this was originally a random skill, you have to pinch your nose to accept everything.

Ugh! Only when it is New Year's Eve I picked up a rabbit, there are not many you but not a lot of you!

Wang Fei left the system mall.

He clicked on the host status bar.

Name: Wang Fei.

Sex: Male.

Age 19 years old.

Sports skills possessed:

Basketball: The overall level is D level (just getting started, playing ticket-level players).

However, there are also small items below the basketball sport, which are:

Dribbling: C-level-1020/2000 (with 980 experience can be upgraded to B-level, B-level is a higher level amateur basketball player.)

Shooting: D-level -380/2000 (1620 experience points can be upgraded to C-level.) Remarks: The shooting posture is not standard, the accuracy is extremely poor, and he was given the nickname "Little Ironman".

Breakthrough: D-level-25/2000 (and 1975 experience points can be upgraded to C-level.) Remarks: There is almost no breakthrough ability. Once the opponent is defending, he will often distract himself and surrender obediently.

Jump: E-level -0/2000 (you can upgrade to D-level if you have 2000 experience points) Remarks: This level is a waste level, with very poor bounce ability, and you can't even pull a jumper. Don't you be a waste?

Dunk: Not qualified.

After reading this, Wang Fei smiled bitterly and shook his head. He said in his heart that he thought he was a basketball master, but he was just a basketball idiot.

It's no wonder that you would lose so badly if you hit the Foreign Languages ​​Institute.

After reading this status bar, Wang Fei found that he had an extra B-level sports skill in billiards, and besides he had no athletic talent.

Wang Fei thought to himself that the basketball team of the Astronomical Academy is about to compete with the sports academy team.

And the sports college team is undoubtedly the best existence in Yuzhou University, it can play the existence of the national college basketball league!

The College of Arts competed with such a strong team. There is no doubt that the designation is to be pressed on the ground and rubbed hard, and there is no power to fight back!

Ma Ma batch! I only have more than a day to train.

Although I now have the help of this all-around sports king system, how much can I improve in a short time?

No matter so much!

I'll do my best to obey my destiny!

Wang Fei thought so, he thought, if you want to win, you must have a very accurate shooting accuracy!

For the rest of the time, I don't do anything, just practice shooting hard.

His current shooting skills are only D-level, and he did not hesitate to add all 3000 unrestricted experience points to his shooting.

In this way, his shooting skills were forcibly promoted to C-level, and with 620 points left, he could be promoted to B-level shooting skills.

Level B belongs to the shooting skills of relatively high amateur players and belongs to the quasi-professional level. Players of this level can achieve 80% shooting accuracy without interference, but in the case of strong confrontation, the accuracy will drop sharply, and the more intense the confrontation, the lower the hit rate.

Wang Feixin said, no, I have to seize the time to practice shooting, and strive to improve my shooting skills to A-level before playing with the sports academy. In that case, I can become a professional player with a high shooting rate on the court.

He thought of this, looked at the time, and found that it was already more than 5 o'clock in the afternoon, and a sense of urgency was born.

He ran to the bedroom.

In a small shop under the dormitory building, Wang Fei bought a piece of bread and a bottle of mineral water, and ate and drank it. When he walked to the dormitory, he ate and drank it.

Make it your own dinner.

"Yeah! Isn't this Wang Tiesmith? Your boss is here, the girl from our college just sent you a certificate of merit, please take a look!" Wang Fei just walked into the bedroom, and a strange voice said to him.

It was Zhang Meng who was talking.

As the name suggests, this servant is 1.83 meters tall and has dark skin, but he is very stout. Standing there, as solid as a black iron tower.

It looks really mighty.

Zhang Meng is also a member of the basketball team of the College of Arts.

He serves as a center.

Although this guy is strong and strong, he has almost no basketball talent. Before college, he had never played basketball at all.

After some training, he was directly used as the main center of the liberal arts team and was sent on the field.

It's a pity that he's just a good-looking man, and he didn't do much under the basket. The ball was given to him, and the opponent player just threw him into the basket, but he couldn't throw it in.

"Zhang Meng, you said I hit the iron, then you can score a goal? We are half a cat, don't say who." Wang Fei said rudely.

paralysis!

Wang Fei was very upset that he was called Wang Tiesmith.

"Wipe! You kid said I hit iron. As the point guard of the team, you didn't pass the ball to me when I saw there was an open position at the basket. I opened my hand and shouted hard. You don't even look at me. Hey? Tell me, how many **** did you pass to me in this game? Only two passes! The others are all the mobile games I earned by grabbing the offensive rebounds! I shot a total of five times. Just entered two, I'm much more efficient than you! If Zhang Meng will play with you again in the future, I will write my last name upside down!" Zhang Meng said angrily.

"Okay! Don't be speculative, let's ignore whoever you are in the future." Wang Fei was also full of fire, and he replied, and he bypassed Zhang Meng and came to his bed.

He saw an A3 paper on his bed.

There is a grave mound drawn on the paper, with long green grass growing on the head of the grave, and a stele is erected in front of the grave.

The stele reads: The Tomb of King Tiesmith.

Seeing this, Wang Fei's mouth was crooked.

This is too bad, right?

Didn't you just lose a game?

The meaning of this picture is not only to ridicule the fact that the team lost due to iron strikes, but also to implicitly say that Wang Fei is already dead in the hearts of the girls.

The grass on the tomb is three feet tall.

Wang Fei grabbed the piece of paper, shredded it, and threw it into the trash can.

He said to himself in his heart, I must find the face I lost today.

He bent over and took out his basketball from under his bed, and walked outside holding the basketball.

"Huh! Do you know to practice ball now? If you practice for another hundred years, you will still be King Tiesmith! I despise you!" Zhang Meng's sighing words came from behind him.

Wang Fei suddenly turned his head, glanced at Zhang Meng, and pointed out a **** to him and said, "I will prove myself!"

"You have no chance! Our coach, Mr. Feng, has already said that in the next game, you will be blocked and not allowed to play! You are a **** who has no sense of team and only fights alone!" Zhang Meng said with a sneer.

When Wang Fei heard this, his heart sank.

Teacher Feng, also known as Feng Xiang, is the coach of the basketball team of the College of Arts.

Feng Xiang is more impatient, and when the team is training, if a player makes a mistake, he sternly reprimands him.

The Kewen Academy team is an A Dou who can't afford it, and the players are very poor. Therefore, every time he concentrated on training, Feng Xiang roared from start to finish, and his voice became hoarse.

Feng Xiang himself said that to be the coach of the liberal arts team is really bad for eight lifetimes.

But he is also a person with a strong sense of responsibility and competitive spirit. He said several times that he was going to quit, but he gritted his teeth and continued to practice this weak team vigorously.

"As long as the skill is deep, the iron rod will be sharpened into a needle! I still don't believe it. I have devoted all my efforts and can't train you to look like a little!" This is what Feng Xiang said.

Wang Feixin said, it seems that Teacher Feng is really disappointed in himself.

He sighed, didn't speak again, holding the ball, and ran all the way downstairs.

He went straight to the school's light court.

Several basketball courts in Yuzhou University are covered with plastic, and there are high-power incandescent lamps around the courts, so there is enough light for playing at night.

Wang Fei came to the light court.

At this moment, just after dinner, some students are already playing basketball.

Wang Fei found a basket that no one played by himself, and he began to practice shooting.

Before starting to practice shooting, Wang Fei directly used the double-efficiency skill card.

After using this skill card, Wang Fei heard a beep from the mobile phone in his pocket, and the beautiful female voice sounded again: "The time for using the skill card starts!"

Standing behind the free throw line, Wang Fei took a deep breath and raised the basketball.

He found that his posture with the ball had changed significantly and became very standard.

What does the standard shooting posture look like?

Usually the right hand holds the ball with one hand, and the ball is on the five open fingers of the right hand.

The left hand just helps to maintain the stability and accuracy of the ball.

The left hand holding the ball was raised above his head, his eyes aimed at the basket from below the basketball, his right arm was bent, his body was as tight as a bow, and he burst out suddenly.

The right hand throws the basketball high towards the hoop with one hand, forming a perfect parabola.

Wang Fei aimed at the basket and threw the basketball in his hand without hesitation.

"Whoo!"

The basketball draws a perfect curve in the air and falls steadily into the hoop.

Goal in!

And it's still a big hollow!

This ball gave Wang Fei a great feeling.

For the next three and a half hours, Wang Fei was frantically practicing shooting. He practiced shooting from all angles and directions.

In the beginning, his scoring rate could only reach about 50%.

After two hours of practice, his shooting percentage quickly increased to 60% and 70%.

This feeling of obvious progress is really great.

Three hours later, Wang Fei's fixed-point shooting percentage reached 80%. That is, if you throw ten **** at any angle, you can score eight.

Of course, this refers to the CIC, the three-pointer has not yet started to practice.

Wang Fei sweated like rain, and stopped panting.

He really has no strength at all.

Wang Fei took out his mobile phone from his bag behind the basket, and he opened the sports Tianwang app to check his status.

He was delighted to find that his shooting skills had been upgraded from C-level to B-level, and the experience progress bar had also reached 350/2000.

In other words, he worked hard to shoot for three hours, adding 970 experience points.

Wang Fei knew that this was the function of the double-efficiency skill card.

If there is no double efficiency skill card, he can only increase more than 400 experience points at most. More than 320 experience points have been improved in almost an hour.

"Practice for another 6 hours tomorrow, you can almost raise your shooting to A-level, that's the level of a professional shooter! Undisturbed shooting can reach 100%! Thinking about it makes people exciting!" Wang Fei said to himself.

He was resting leaning on the basket when he heard a woman's voice that was not without irony: "Little iron player, are you practicing?"