one-handed ball

Chapter 320 World Championships and Summer Training Camp

Two months later, Zheng Ke returned to Minnesota after playing the last gold medal match with the US team.

It was mid-September, and the temperature in the Minnesota area had dropped compared to the previous two months. After Zheng Ke and Taylor got off the plane, they immediately felt the coolness, and Taylor, who was still wearing a T-shirt and short skirt, shivered.

"The weather has started to drop again." Taylor complained, she has been very uncomfortable with the sharp drop in temperature in this place.

Pushing the suitcase, Zheng Ke glanced at Taylor, who wrinkled his nose. Taylor sacrificed a lot for him, including accompanying him to live in this relatively unfamiliar area of ​​Minnesota, which made him feel grateful and guilty all the time.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Although Taylor was wearing sunglasses, he could still see the tenderness in Zheng Ke's eyes. His heart trembled, but he pouted and turned his head to look to the other side.

"Hehe, I think you look more and more beautiful." Zheng Ke praised his woman.

"Really?" Hearing Zheng Ke's praise, Taylor smiled until his eyes were full of crescent moons.

At this moment, a familiar child's voice came from outside the airport——

"Dad, Mom—"

The two turned their heads to look at the same time, and found that Xiao Zheng Shuang was hugging Taylor's mother, waving his chubby little hands like two people, and his black eyes were wide open.

"Xiao Shuang, mom misses you so much." Seeing his son, Taylor strode forward two steps, took Taylor's mother's hand, held Xiao Zheng Shuang in her arms, and kissed him.

Little Zheng Shuang was hugged in Taylor's arms, giggling immediately, looking extremely happy.

"uncle and auntie."

Zheng Ke greeted Taylor's parents, with a smile on his face, and his eyes stared at little Zheng Shuang, who also stretched out a small hand, as if to say hello to Zheng Ke.

Several people greeted each other a few words and chatted about recent affairs, then got into Taylor's father's large SUV and drove to the city.

"I almost lost to you again!"

With Taylor's father, Zheng Ke always chatted about basketball. Taylor's father is also a very standard basketball fan now, and he has also watched the World Championships.

"Hehe, it's impossible to win the US team every time." Zheng Ke was quite open to this matter, touched his nose, and lay back on the seat.

"It still depends on Anthony's three-pointer at the last moment, which directly kept our lead." Although the prospective son-in-law belongs to the Chinese team, Taylor's father is still a loyal fan of the US team.

"This time the 2K11 game will be released soon, how about it, when will we find time to compete against each other?" Taylor's father said.

Zheng Ke was stunned, then smiled and said, "Uncle, are you still playing this game?"

"Your uncle is a die-hard NBA2K game fan, and he often clamors to play a 2K game with you." Taylor's mother in the back seat said with a smile.

Taylor's father blushed at Taylor's mother's teasing words, and immediately defended himself: "What's so strange about it, we hardcore fans like to play this game. Although the record of the 76ers is not good now, it's not me bragging. Under the control of the 76ers, you can beat your Timberwolves."

Zheng Ke laughed out loud, and then asked with great interest: "What is my ability value in 11, should it be higher than 10?"

"High, of course high."

Taylor's father said in a familiar manner: "A few days ago, 2K announced the stats of all 2K11 members. You and James are the two highest ranked, each with 95 stats, followed by Wade's 94, and then Howard's 92. , Kobe 91, Paul 91, Durant 89, Deron 89, Yao Ming 88, Duncan 87 and so on."

"So low? The overall ability value is much lower than last year!" Zheng Ke said in surprise.

"Maybe it will be adjusted when it really comes out, but it's already good. You and James are tied for first place, and you are already No. 1 in the league."

Zheng Ke laughed when he heard that, and thought: No.1?In terms of ability, it should be considered, but I still need to use my results to prove myself in the new season.

With the end of the World Championships, NBA teams have opened basketball training camps.

Around October 10th is the start date of the NBA preseason. One or two weeks before that, new players to the team need to be familiar with the team's facilities and personnel; Training to get back to the state, and strive to return to the peak level.

As the head coach, Thibodeau will measure the physical condition of each player through the first day of training.

In the arena at the moment, Zheng Ke and others are sweating profusely.

"Run back at full speed, hurry up, hurry up!" Thibodeau held a stopwatch in his left hand and a whistle around his neck, waving his right hand and calling Zheng Ke on the field to speed up.

"OK, beautiful!"

Thibodeau pressed the stopwatch, a look of shock flashed in his eyes, and shouted to the staff: "10 seconds 89!"

"Wow~"

The shirtless men around were in an uproar, and Love, who had returned from injury, was the first to clap and applaud, shouting: "Zheng, you are so awesome, your speed is at the fastest guard level."

"A little faster than Ross!" Thibodeau was very excited. When he left the Celtics, he was also very excited about coaching the Bulls. He made a search for the main personnel of the Bulls and knew when Rose was on the side. According to the data, it took a full 11.69 seconds to run back and forth from the bottom line.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Zheng Ke said with a smile.

The surrounding players immediately bowed their hands in return. Billups, who participated in this year's draft, said: "It seems to be as fast as this year's No. 10 pick Wall. It was the sensation of rookie training camp at that time."

The more Thibodeau got to know the Timberwolves, the more he was struck by their talent.

"This is really a terrifying team. The Big Three composed of Billups, Zheng Ke, and Love are not inferior to this year's Big Three in Miami. Even from the perspective of reasonable configuration, the Timberwolves' combat power Even more powerful. Add Afflalo, Jordan, Gibson, Lowry oh my God!" Thibodeau felt like he was about to faint with happiness, so many good players!

Thinking of this, he even despised the departed former head coach Randy Whitman.

"It's completely reckless. How can such a strong lineup fail to pass the first round? This season is the last time to win the division championship!" Thibodeau secretly set himself the lowest goal of the season.

At this time-

Noisy quarrels erupted at the door of the Target Center training hall.

"What's going on?" Thibodeau frowned, motioned the players to continue training, and ran over by himself.

Seeing the security guards at the gate struggling to stop the crowd who were about to enter the arena, the crowd was holding video cameras, cameras, long guns and short cannons, and they looked like reporters from major newspapers.

"Coach Thibodeau is out!" Someone shouted, and the reporters looked up one after another, and sure enough, Thibodeau came out of the hall.

Immediately, the crowd became even crazier. The reporters swarmed, broke through the defense of the security team, and handed countless microphones to Thibodeau.

"Coach Thibodeau, has Zheng Ke returned? Two months ago, Zheng Ke said that the new season will have 60 wins. What do you think?"

"May I ask if Love has returned to health, what is his state, and can he become a double-double regular like the previous two seasons?"

"I heard that the Timberwolves' starting point guard in the new season is Kyle Lowry. Do you have anything to say about this 24-year-old young point guard?"

Questions came one after another, and Thibodeau finally knew what it was like to be a head coach. It was a kind of pressure that was full of stars.

Looking at the hopeful eyes around him, Thibodeau pressed his hands and signaled them to lower their voices.

Everyone was very face-saving, and gradually no one started to ask questions, and quietly surrounded Thibodeau, hoping to pry some top-secret news from him.

"Ahem~" Thibodeau cleared his throat, and said, "I can understand everyone's feelings. After a summer of rest, the NBA also needs such news to recover. But the Timberwolves players have just returned, and we are just doing it. It is the first closed training in the team, in principle, we cannot interview everyone, please forgive me."

Reporters don't buy it, a note is like sending them off in principle?How can they go back and explain to the editor-in-chief?So they rushed up one after another, asking Thibodeau to answer questions.

"This way." Thibodeau pondered for a while, and then slowly said: "I will answer three questions for everyone, and I hope you can retreat here. No matter what, no Timberwolves player will participate in the interview today."

"Three questions?" The reporters were taken aback, and there is such a saying?They looked at each other, discussing secretly with each other.

Thibodeau is much easier to talk to than Popovich. If Popovich would have closed the door at this moment, he would never pay attention to these guys no matter how noisy they are.

However, there were too many monks, and the reporters couldn’t agree on what specific questions they wanted to ask. Some of them got angry and even got angry. The scene was chaotic for a while. ask for trouble.

"What's going on outside? The coach is gone and won't come back?" Zheng Keyang jumped up and made a mid-range jumper, asking Jordan with a look of surprise on his face.

"Shouldn't there be anything wrong?" Little Jordan is also an idiot. After several seasons, he still can't practice his free throws. He is standing on the free throw line to practice his free throws.

But the strange thing is that Jordan's free throws are very standard. Compared with Howard, O'Neal and other free throwers with weird postures, his shooting moves are infinitely close to the textbook, but the shooting percentage is a bit of a joke.

"Shh!"

Another exaggerated free throw, the trainer at the baseline took Jordan's free throw and passed it directly to him.

Zheng Ke looked at it for a long time, and he was also amazed. He couldn't understand why Jordan's free throws were so bad. Could it be that his muscles were too stiff?
(End of this chapter)