NBA: Start with a three-point experience card

Finally, on the fifth pitch, he hit a [-]-pointer.

On the tenth throw with the left hand, hit the second three-pointer with the left hand.

Left-handed shot, 20.00% hit rate.

In other words, the number of throws he needs to complete the task will greatly increase.

However, he had no choice.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Swish!

bang...

The sound of hammering iron echoed in the empty arena.

Occasionally mixed with the sound of a three-pointer entering the net.

His training suit was already soaked with sweat.

His head was steaming hot.

He was already starting to gasp for breath.

However, he couldn't stop for a moment.

Because the red countdown in my mind, like the countdown of life, does not stop.

8 Mission completed: 45% three-point shooting rate!

Gradually, the sky outside the window lit up.

Wang Yi was so tired that he was out of breath.

However, he couldn't stop.

Because in my mind, the countdown that seems to be urging my life does not stop.

I don't know how long I have been practicing.

He glanced at the task progress in his mind.

[Task progress: 300/1000]

【Remaining time: 9 hours and 55 minutes】

Fortunately, according to this progress, you should be able to complete the task.

He stopped to take a few breaths.

At this moment, the door of the training hall opened.

A tall and sturdy figure walked in.

It was James.

When he saw Wang Yi, he was a little surprised.

In the past, Wang Yi was almost like him, coming to practice at eight o'clock.

But looking at the way he looks now, it is obvious that he has been training for a long time.

"Wang, it's so early today? Do you miss your girlfriend so much that you can't sleep?"

James said, hehe laughed twice, and looked at Wang Yi's right hand.

Wang Yi shrugged, glanced at his right hand, and said:

"Girlfriend is about to die."

James gave Wang Yi a thumbs up:

"You're amazing! You used up your girlfriend in one night?"

Wang Yi smiled wryly, shook his head, and did not speak any further.

He doesn't have much time to waste.

Then continue to turn around and practice three-pointers.

But James keenly caught Wang Yi's abnormality.

He knew that Wang Yi was a right-handed player, so why did he suddenly practice his left hand?

"Brother, is your right hand injured?"

James said, while recalling Wang Yi's three-pointer last night, he always seemed to clench his right fist inadvertently.

The expression is also very strange.

At the time, he thought it was Wang Yi's unique celebration.

Now, things don't seem so simple.

When Wang Yi was seen through, he felt a thump in his heart.

He turned his head and said, "Please don't tell anyone, I really need this job."

Once the rest of the team knows that his injury is not in good shape, they will definitely not let him play.

Then what he wants to switch to guaranteeing the contract is over.

James frowned slightly, thought about it, and said:

"Don't worry, I won't say it. But you're responsible for your own body."

Wang Yi nodded: "I'm measured."

Seeing Wang Yi insisting, James stopped persuading him.

He just said, "Go to my house after training today, and I'll ask my personal doctor to look at it for you."

Wang Yi's heart was hot.