The older superstars of the NBA

Early the next morning, the national men's basketball team started morning training under the leadership of Zhao Feiyang.

After a group of people finished running laps on the playground, they officially entered the training hall to start the AB competition drill. Surprisingly, not long after the players had been training, Zhou Xinpeng and Cao Yue came to the arena.

Their appearance also attracted the attention of many players. When everyone was stunned, Zhao Feiyang woke them up with a sharp shout.

"Why are you so stunned? Hurry up and practice!"

The players did not dare to hesitate, and no one dared to go up and talk to Zhou Xinpeng, so they all continued to play the game.

Zhou Xinpeng and the two stood there, expecting that Zhao Feiyang would come up to scold them. Unexpectedly, after standing there for a long time, Zhao Feiyang didn't even look at them.

This indifferent attitude made Zhou Xinpeng and the two very unhappy.

"Xinpeng, what should we do now?"

"Wait a minute...Mad! This guy doesn't even look at me. Does he really think he's awesome because he's a football star?"

The two of them waited and waited for Zhao Feiyang, but there was still no movement.

This week Xinpeng was a little anxious.

He hesitated slightly, then suddenly walked onto the court. At this time, Group B got the ball and launched a counterattack. As a result, Zhou Xinpeng directly blocked the penalty area without moving.

The sudden situation stunned the players on the court, and the players who were dribbling fast breaks couldn't help but stop. After all, Zhou Xinpeng had a lot of background, and even if some players were unhappy, they didn't dare to offend him.

"Zhou Xinpeng, what are you doing?"

Wang Guotao, the assistant coach next to Zhao Feiyang, couldn't see it and stepped forward to question loudly.

Zhou Xinpeng smiled coldly, and picked out a basketball from the basketball basket nearby. He stood there raising the basketball and playing with it, "What? This court belongs to your family? Others can play, but I Can’t Zhou Xinpeng fight?”

"We're training now! Zhou Xinpeng, what are you causing trouble?"

Wang Guotao said angrily.

Zhou Xinpeng still looked dead and replied with a scornful expression, "Coach, you must be responsible for what you said! What do you mean by making trouble? I am obviously practicing football, okay?"

"There's an empty basket over there, can't you go there?"

"Why! Why don't you go there? I practice mine and you beat yours without affecting each other. What are you afraid of?"

Wang Guotao was furious at this time.

If Zhou Xinpeng didn't have an uncle to rely on, Wang Guotao would have really wanted to go up and spit out the fragrance to Zhou Xinpeng in person.

However, Zhao Feiyang next to him was not anxious at all. When he saw this situation, he not only did not stop it, but also picked up his mobile phone and filmed the scene directly.

After the video was taken, Zhao Feiyang sent it directly to Yao Ming, followed by a voice message, "Chairman Yao, some people came in to cause trouble during our training. How do you think we should handle this?"

After serving, Zhao Feiyang was not in a hurry and simply asked all the players to take a rest and let Zhou Xinpeng continue to cause trouble there.

Seeing Zhao Feiyang's calm look, Wang Guotao beside him became more and more worried, "How can this go on? You can't rest all the time, right?"

"No hurries?"

Zhao Feiyang said calmly while drinking water, "What does our failure in training have to do with us? The national team can't perform well in games and the fans won't scold us. Even if they scold us a few times, it won't matter... I wish he could do it every day." We are all causing trouble here, so we can all have a rest..."

Not long after, there was a reply from Yao Ming. His reply was simple, saying that he would deal with the matter immediately.

Facts have proved that Yao Ming's efficiency is quite high.

Not long after, the cell phone in Zhou Xinpeng's pocket rang while he was standing there making trouble. After receiving the call, Zhou Xinpeng immediately became confused!

"Hey, uncle..."

"Zhou Xinpeng, what are you doing? You idiot, who asked you to obstruct the team's training? Are you trying to kill me?"

Uncle Zhou on the other end of the phone started yelling like crazy, making Zhou Xinpeng's face full of fear. Precisely because he was too close to the players, many people heard the curses on the other end of the phone.

Everyone looked at each other, obviously not expecting this to be the case!

Soon, Zhou Xinpeng hung up the phone. The boy seemed to have lost a lot of face. He turned off the phone and took Cao Yue outside. As soon as he left, the players in the training hall immediately started to move.

Zhao Feiyang, who was sitting on the coach's chair, glanced at the time and saw that only ten minutes had passed. This time was not enough for the players to rest on weekdays.

After Zhou Xinpeng left and the match on the field was over, Zhao Feiyang separated the players and divided them into several teams to give them instructions in turn.

Li Yuhang, who had been praised by him before, led several of the team's defenders to a basket and began to train three-pointers under Zhao Feiyang's command.

After correcting the wrong postures of these young players, Zhao Feiyang told them various precautions.

"Follow the method I taught you...shoot a thousand balls!"

"You keep each other in check!"

"Of course, the other two coaches and I will also pay attention to you... If anyone dares to be lazy, even one less, he will get out of the team immediately..."

After he finished directing Li Yuhang, Zhao Feiyang called Tang Yijie in front of him again.

The team's first center gave him quite a headache. He does have height, and his height of 2 meters is enough for the inside! However, apart from his height, this guy is really unattractive in other aspects.

Not to mention his small size, his body is not strong enough.

Maybe it looks good in the CBA, but when compared to the NBA, it's just like a loser! Even if you pick a center from the bench of any NBA team, he will definitely look stronger than Tang Yijie.

It’s not surprising that his health is not good, and his confrontation is poor. More importantly, Tang Yijie doesn’t like confrontation by nature. When encountering any confrontation, the first thing he thinks about is how to avoid it!

"Tang Yijie! Now I will practice alone with you...you attack, I defend...we will switch over later..."

"Assistant Coach Wang, throw the ball to this kid..."

As soon as Zhao Feiyang opened his mouth, Wang Guotao immediately threw the ball into Tang Yijie's hands.

The two faced off in the penalty area. Zhao Feiyang blocked Wang Guotao with his body, and Wang Guotao held the ball and made a back-up move.

"Remember, learn to use your body to your advantage..."

"bring it on!"

Zhao Feiyang was afraid that Wang Guotao, a boy who was neither light nor heavy, would really hit him, so he used 80% of his strength to hold him back. Unexpectedly, Wang Guotao, who got the ball, hit him left and right, but did not get away from him several times in a row.

"Ok?"

"What's going on? Don't scare me!"

Seeing that he couldn't hit the back, Wang Guotao looked a little confused, so he suddenly turned around and threw the ball towards the basket with a hook.

Snapped.

What greeted him was a blood cap from Zhao Feiyang.

Zhao Feiyang didn't even use much force, he jumped up high and slapped his hand away.