Chapter 18: Ten Victories (Seeking Follow-up Reading)

The afternoon training is to run tactics. Currently the team is building its lineup with Nowitzki as the core. People like Fat Head Tuo, Zheng, Da Chou and Er Chou need to be familiar with the tactics.

Running tactics is a boring and complicated process, because each team may have dozens or even hundreds of tactics, and the Warriors in the future may have even more tactics.

Unless they have Durant's ability to forget the tactics and still score points by standing up and shooting singles, they'd better remember these tactics firmly!
Running tactics is a process of teamwork. If one person makes a mistake, the tactic will have problems, so we have to start over.

The two ugly men had made mistakes in the previous few times, and the fat monk who came back was a little unhappy and complained. Who would have thought that this time he had a brain spasm and actually made a wrong tactic and collided directly with Zheng Yang.

The fat monk was stunned at first, then shouted at Zheng Yang.

"Rookie, go where you belong, you're blocking my way."

Zheng Yang didn't want to pay attention to him, but Fat Monk was addicted and continued to chatter.

“You can’t even understand the tactics, I don’t know why the team chose you with the sixth pick.

He can’t even follow us and get a championship ring…”

md, if you endure for a while, everything will be calm. If you take a step back, the more you think about it, the angrier you will get!
Zheng Yang couldn't stand this fat monk nagging him all day long anymore, so he turned around and yelled.

"Shut your stinky mouth, you stinky bald head!
You just rely on your mouth to play basketball, right? I'm tired of your nagging all the time.

Lead me to a championship? Have you ever stepped on the floor of the finals? Have you ever won a championship?

Look at your fellow rookie Kobe, he has won three championships, but you, are you proving yourself by bullying rookies?
You are such a piece of shit and you want me to help you carry your bag and buy water, you are dreaming! "

Zheng Yang's voice was loud, at least all the players on the field, including coach Nelson, could hear it.

The fat monk was stunned. He stood there for two seconds, looking at Zheng Yang in shock.

This rookie actually dared to scold him?
He was actually scolding him?

Doesn't he know the rules of the league?

Today's rookies are so rude!

Fat Monk's brain wasn't very sharp, and he was dumbfounded by Zheng Yang's scolding, so he didn't know what to say in response for a moment.

But he would not let himself be bullied by a rookie. He stretched his neck and walked towards Zheng Yang.

You dare to scold me? Then come and taste my fist.

Well... people who behave so obviously before hitting someone usually don't dare to hit them.

Like the punch that Green threw at Pu'er, it was sudden and there was no foreshadowing at all. This is what it means when someone really wants to hit you.

In fact, he didn't really want to fight with the rookie, as that would be too cheap. He just wanted to scare the other party and save his face.

He expected that the opponent would retreat again and again, and even become so scared that his legs would go limp. After all, the person standing in front of him was the three-time All-Star, the famous Antoine Walker!
Maybe he will just turn around and run away, at that time he will slow down appropriately and let others stop him!
After this incident, his position in the locker room will be consolidated. In addition, Nowitzki and the other two are all gentle people, so maybe he can become the leader of the locker room in the future.

Haha, perfect start!

But nothing he imagined happened, even the beginning was different.

The rookie actually walked towards him angrily. What was he trying to do with his fists clenched? Did he want to fight me?

Damn, how can he be so brave!
Damn, someone come up quickly and catch us two, why are you just standing there?

Fat Monk definitely didn't want to fight with the other party. The other party had such a physique that he would never lose to him in a fight. He didn't want to appear in front of the media with a bruised face and say that he was beaten by a rookie.

But the current atmosphere does not allow him to retreat. If he retreats, he will never be able to raise his head in front of his teammates!

Everyone will think he is easy to bully!

So why don't you come up and stop us?

Where are the good brothers we promised to be? Why is there not even one person to mediate the fight?
Finally, when Zheng Yang’s fist was about to hit Fat Monk’s face, the others finally stopped them.

At this moment, the fat monk began to take advantage of the power of his master and continued to shout.

"I'm telling you, you're done. You've succeeded in irritating me. I won't let you off easily!"

"Spare me? Fuck you, you stinky bald guy. I'm not here to be bullied by you."

Zheng Yang really wanted to punch him hard in the face. He didn't want to conflict with anyone, but that didn't mean he would let others bully him.

"Everyone, please be quiet!"

Old Nelson's voice finally rang out, and the others hurriedly stood up, not daring to breathe.

In the team, no one dares to offend old Nelson!

Zheng Yang, who was angry, and Fat Monk, who was pretending to be angry, also stood still obediently, not daring to make any other movements.

Old Nelson put his hands on his waist, glanced at the two of them, and then said coldly.

“This is my team, you guys actually want to cause trouble here?

You'd better be glad that we didn't fight just now, otherwise I would ask you to get out of here now!
You two, stay and continue to practice after we are dismissed. Now, continue to train me. "

Hearing what old Nelson said, Fat Monk glanced at Zheng Yang fiercely and then spoke.

"Coach, I want to have a one-on-one duel with him. Since the rookies today are unwilling to respect the veterans, I will let them face reality."

"Anytime!"

Zheng Yang did not back down.

Old Nelson glanced at the two of them again and then said.

"If you want to challenge, you can find time to do it, but now is training time. If anyone dares to affect the team's training again, I guarantee that he will not have a single second of playing time in the new season."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone quickly returned to their original positions and continued to practice tactics.

But his eyes were always on Fat Monk and Zheng Yang. A rookie actually had to play one-on-one with an All-Star player. This was going to be something interesting to watch!

If you ask Fat Monk to fight with Zheng Yang, he will definitely not want to do it. It would be fine if he wins, but he would lose face if he loses. But if you ask them to have a one-on-one duel with basketball, he would love it!

Who is he?
A real All-Star player, although he didn't practice much during the offseason and was busy practicing stand-up singles, he even got a belly.

The team’s current strength may be only 60% to 70% of last season’s.

But so what?
Even if it's only 60% or 70%, that's still not something a high school student can compare to.

He hasn't even played in college. He performed well in the summer league, but so what?

The summer league has no value at all. What’s the big deal if you play well against a bunch of rookies and undrafted players?
A rookie like this, if given a little competition, he immediately loses control of the ball!

All those rookies are like this, Fat Monk believes it very much!
This time he must teach him a lesson and let him know what a rookie should and should not say!
I want him to bow his head when he sees me in the future, help me carry my bag and buy water every day, and be my little henchman!

Hahahaha, it must feel great to have a sixth-round rookie working for you!

Immersed in the beautiful fantasy, Fat Monk couldn't help but giggle, and accidentally ran the wrong tactics again. Fearing that he would be scolded by old Nelson, Zheng Yang didn't dare to speak, but he still made a mouth shape to Fat Monk.

"Sand dollar!"

Since the mouth shapes of these two words were very obvious, Fat Monk could tell them at a glance.

His chest heaved with anger, he scolded me, and he scolded me again!

Why does this rookie always scold me?

He doesn't respect me at all!

I'll make sure to teach him a lesson later!

……

After the training, no one was in a hurry to leave, including old Nelson, who also sat aside, waiting to watch the one-on-one match between the two of them.

He knew that Fat Monk wanted to use Zheng Yang to establish his authority, but he also knew that Zheng Yang would never let him do so, so the two of them had to fight.

NBA players are not kindergarten children. If there are conflicts between them, they will not reconcile just by calling them over and asking them to shake hands.

They are all hot-blooded men. If there is a conflict, they will use the ball to talk.

As the head coach, what he should do is not to stop this duel, but to prevent the conflict from spreading outside the court, let alone affecting the team's progress.

If someone is a cancer to the team, he will definitely not show mercy!

Besides, he was also quite interested in this game, or rather, he wanted to see how Zheng, whom he had chosen against all odds, would perform in a one-on-one match with an NBA All-Star player.

He knew that Zheng Yang had beaten an NBA player during his trial with the Knicks, but that player was not an All-Star player. He was at least two levels lower than Fat Monk.

Although he could see that Fat Monk was not in his peak form now, and it was good enough if he could retain 60% to 70% of his form, that was still not something an ordinary NBA player could compare to.

And will Zheng Yang, the young man who once said "everything is possible", break everyone's speculation?

He is looking forward to it!

The players on the sidelines were also whispering about this one-on-one match, and Nash smiled and said to Nowitzki.

"They said it would be decided by three goals. What score do you think it would be?"

"3:1, although I like Zheng more than Walker, I can't explain it, but you know, he has a kind of magic that always attracts you deeply.

But basketball is not affected by this magic. Walker is an All-Star player and averaged 20 points per game last season.

If he can't handle a rookie, why do we have him?"

"I think Zheng will win. Do you want to bet? Just one hundred dollars?"

"Then I can just use this money to have dinner."

A little gambling is fun, and Nowitzki doesn't mind adding a little stake to the game.

But Nash smiled.

"Don't be too happy too soon. Maybe that will be my dinner money."

Dachou and Erchou, who were huddled together for warmth, were also whispering about who would win the game.

From an emotional point of view, both of them hope that Zheng Yang can win. After all, that fat monk is so annoying and always likes to order them around.

Da Chou hated him the most. Fat Monk had smelly feet and he almost fainted when he helped him get his shoes in the morning.

They all hoped that Zheng Yang could win the game and represent their rookie group in resisting evil forces like Fat Toutuo.

But from a rational point of view, both of them are basketball players, so they naturally know how big the gap is between a high school player and an NBA All-Star.

Wanting to defeat the opponent is like a foolish dream!
I hope Zheng Yang doesn’t lose too badly!

Zheng Yang doesn't have a God's perspective, so naturally he doesn't know what other people are thinking.

But in his opinion, he has a ten-fold chance of winning against Fat Monk!

He is 18 this year and Fat Monk is 27. He is younger, so this is a victory!
He has already won once, and Fat Monk has zero wins, so this is his second win!
He has already won two games, while Fat Monk has zero wins, so this is his third win!
……

He has won nine games, while Fat Monk has won zero, so this is his tenth win!
Even with a ten-win advantage, he still didn't believe that he couldn't defeat the opponent.

Haha, let’s talk about something serious. Actually, he is not sure either. No matter how bad Fat Monk’s mouth is, he is an All-Star after all.

There may be fake No. 1 picks, but there are no fake All-Stars!

Well...well, we can’t generalize, there are still some counterfeit All-Stars!
But Fat Toutuo does not belong to this category. He averaged 20 points per game last season and indeed made it into the All-Stars based on his strength.

So it is not easy to defeat him.

But today's one-on-one match is not a 100-point contest, it's just three balls, and they are served in succession, so maybe we can win.

With this thought in mind, Zheng Yang stood in front of Fat Monk.

"Hold your ball well, rookie. I promise you, this is the last time you'll touch this ball today."

The fat monk said viciously. Zheng Yang rolled his eyes at him and said helplessly.

"Bald, it's the 21st century now, and you're still saying such old-fashioned trash. Don't you think you're childish?"

He has been hearing this kind of trash talk since last year. Everyone says that now that he has entered the NBA, Fat Monk also talks this kind of trash talk. Can't they be a little innovative?
The fat monk was stunned and scratched his head.

It seems so. He had heard this kind of trash talk when he was in elementary school. It seemed a bit old-fashioned.

So what's some creative trash talk to say?

Let me think about it!

Oh no, I'm here to fight you, why is my mind drifting to outer space...

Seeing the fat monk's silly look, Zheng Yang looked at him as if he was a mentally retarded person and continued.

"Bald, I finally understand why you can't remember the tactics. Don't worry, I won't scold you anymore."

Why are you looking at me like that?

And what do you mean by that?
Are you trying to say I'm not smart?

You bullied me again...

At this moment, Fat Monk actually felt a little aggrieved and wanted to cry!

(End of this chapter)