Of course Blake Dolan will not stand up and compete with this guy in shooting. Although he loves basketball, he is only paranoidly interested in basketball tactics. Moreover, he is still lame in one leg.
"Bah!" Blake Dolan clapped his hands twice, signaling the players training in the distance to stop: "Tony! Come and compete with Mr. S."
Tony Young is the best shooting guy on the Princeton Tigers.
Of course, Tony Young's orders to Blake Dolan were carried out without hesitation, because there was a new San Francisco hottie in the dormitory next door to this guy, thanks to Blake Dolan and the slug-like assistant coach Sheldon Ku.
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Tony Young walked over with a basketball in his arms. Looking at the middle-aged man opposite who looked like a meat ball, he couldn't help but ask:
"Coach, who is this guy?"
Before Blake Dolan could speak, Schneiderbook had already said: "Your new shooting coach, you can call me Mr. S."
Blake Dolan frowned and looked at the confused Tony Young: "If you lose to him in a while, I think he will be your shooting coach. If you don't want a big pile of potatoes to teach you how to shoot, just beat him."
Tony Young nodded: "Potato should be in the kitchen, not on the basketball court. I will send him where he should go."
Schneiderbook didn't seem to hear the two men's taunts. He stuffed potato chips into his mouth and said, "How about h-o-rs-e? You go first."
Tony Young turned around and walked outside the three-point line, raising his hand and hitting a three-pointer!
It wasn't until the basketball hit that he said to Schneiderbook, who was still engrossed in eating: "It's your turn, Mr. Potato!"
Schneiderbook handed the large package of potato chips to Blake Dolan: "Help me take it. Of course, you can also try it. It's tomato flavored!"
After saying that, he walked to Tony Young's position, took Casey Beamont's serve, and threw it without even looking at it!
"Whoosh!"
Before other people's boos could be heard from their throats, the wonderful sound of washing the net was already ringing in everyone's ears!
Looking at Tony Young who was obviously a little dull, Schneiderbook said while chewing the potato chips that he had not yet swallowed: "If everyone is wasting time by looking around like you, the NCAA should change the thirty-five-second attack time.
For five minutes, kid!”
"Don't be discouraged! Tony! One more goal!" The players on the sidelines cheered for their teammates.
"Show that fat guy how good you are! Man!"
Tony Young took a deep breath and moved his position two steps beyond the three-point line on the left wing! He adjusted his posture and threw the basketball again!
Hit!
"Yeah!" The teammates on the sidelines cheered, waving their fists.
Schneiderbook walked over and patted the basketball twice casually. His huge belly could not help but tremble with the beating of the basketball. The potato chip crumbs stained on his mouth made people laugh, but this guy shot very fast!
While everyone's eyes were still lingering on his belly, he quickly raised his hands and threw the basketball!
Still the wonderful sound of shabu shabu!
Black Dolan squeezed his free left hand hard, and he realized that he had picked up a powerful character this time!
He failed to take the lead in two consecutive shots, especially the fat man's expression of "Can you find a challenging shooting spot?" made Tony Young a little impatient. This time he chose a shooting location near the midfield.
, this kind of ultra-long-distance shot will increase the psychological pressure of the second person who takes the shot. This is obviously what Tony Young had in mind.
Unfortunately, this time the super long-distance shot was a little more forceful, and it hit the back of the basket and bounced far away!
Tony Yang shook his head and said to Fatty Schneider: "It's your turn to choose a position."
"No, no need, this position is very good!" Schneider casually wiped the debris on his face, took out an olive from his casual suit pocket like magic, threw it into his mouth and said...
After taking the basketball, Schneider did not take the risk to take action this time. Instead, he spent most of the 24 seconds of preparation before raising his hand!
The basketball hits again!
The whole place was in an uproar!
Schneiderbook did not look at the ugly Tony Young, but first glanced at Blake Dolan, and found that his future boss was smiling appreciatively at him, and then he seemed to be talking to himself:
"Shooting is the same as shooting. It is very stupid to rely on aiming to increase your hit rate! Feel! The feel of countless shots will automatically help you measure everything. The moment you raise your hand, it will tell you how much force you need to use.
Give away the basketball! Just like this!"
With that said, the fat man picked up a basketball again, crossed half the court, paused for a moment, slowly stretched his ball-shaped body, raised his hands high, and threw the basketball!
Half-court shot!
Schneider stared at the basketball in the air until it hit the target perfectly, then he breathed a sigh of relief:
"Looks like I haven't completely lost my touch yet!"
Tony Young no longer had the courage to compete with this fat man. He couldn't grasp enough power to shoot from across half court!
"Bah, bang, bang!" Blake Doran put the potato chips on the ground and clapped vigorously!
Schneiderbook rolled over like a rubber ball, and Blake Dolan was the first to extend his hand this time, but the fat man was obviously more concerned about the food on the ground. He first squatted down to pick up the potato chips with difficulty, and then stood up and shook hands with Blake Dolan.
"Welcome, Coach Schneider!" Blake Dolan did not let go of his fat hand and turned to look at the players aside: "From today on, Mr. Schneiderbook will be the full-time shooting coach of the Princeton Tigers. He will teach you how to do it.
The right shot, I believe you have seen it, he is a powerful character!"
After speaking to the team members, Black Dolan turned to look at the fat man with an unattractive appearance, and said seriously:
"You will make people look at you differently. You will be an excellent coach."
"You too!" Schneiderbook smiled, stuffed a potato chip into his mouth, and responded with a horrible smile: "I sat in the stands to watch the last game, and your command was great!"
"So, what are we waiting for? Let them start exercising. I don't think you need crappy coaching like shooting skills notes? I'm not spending the energy to invite you here just to see what flavor of potato chips you eat!"
Black Dolan said with a smile: "I handed them over to you. Now, I want to find other helpers, such as people who will train them hard for us!"
"Of course, but don't forget, you lost the bet just now and you owe me delicious Danish cheese pie!" Schneiderbook turned his plump body and looked at the team members:
"Boys! Five hundred balls each! Alternate shots! Run! Quick! I swear, I will teach you how my coach trained me back then! You will fall in love with me! Go!"
As a young rookie, I shouldn’t be so shy as to ask for votes before the protagonist enters the NBA, but when I think about it, it will still be some time before I enter the NBA, and I have to at least play a peak matchup with my old K in the NCAA before I can enter.
, I still can’t help but ask for votes, recommendations, collections, and clicks.
