The original host and sister were orphans of the Wenchuan earthquake and were taken in by an orphanage.
Originally everything was ordinary, maybe the original host and his sister would end their lives like this.
Until one day, the gears of fate began to turn.
A man nicknamed Black Mamba came to the orphanage where the original host and his sister lived while traveling in China.
At that time, Yuhang was the tallest boy in the orphanage. As the representative of the children, he held hands with the black man.
"Keep it up, young man." The black man clearly felt the young man's hands trembling, and gently held his small hand with his big hand, and whispered.
Even though black people speak poorly. But Yuhang still understood what the black man meant and relaxed a little.
"Do you want Western fantasy basketball?" The black man's big hand touched Yuhang's little head.
Yuhang was a little scared, but still nodded timidly.
"The NBA will be waiting for you in my home." The handsome black man raised his lips and showed a smile as warm as the sun.
At that time, the original host did not know the weight of the words of the person in front of him.
Kobe teamed up with orphanages to send orphans with potential to play basketball to American high schools for basketball training.
The original host is a timid and unconfident person at heart, and even the ball will feel fear, which is completely opposite to his tall physique.
But the adults in the orphanage kept telling Yuhang: "You can only take care of yourself and your sister if you play basketball and play basketball hard."
After that, the original host began to train hard for his sister, and finally received help from the Kobe Bryant Foundation and went to an American high school for basketball training.
Suddenly a ringtone interrupted Yuhang's memories.
Yuhang picked up the phone and saw it said: "Sister."
Yuhang hesitated whether to answer or not.
"Forget it, a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water!" Yuhang answered the phone.
"Brother! Did you hang up? How could you be so powerful?!" A girl's voice full of energy came from the other side of the phone.
"Don't be gay." Yuhang thought for a moment and wanted to respond to the girl in the most relaxed state. After all, she was the closest person to her.
"Hey, someone is growing a tail and it's flying up to the sky. I can see it all over China."
"How could you say that about your brother?" Yuhang pretended to be angry.
"Luanluanluo, I'm going to bed. Good night."
"Goodnight little one."
Yuhang put down his phone and breathed a sigh of relief.
"The little guy is quite cute."
Yuhang was so excited that he didn't sleep much all night. When he opened his eyes and looked at his phone, it was already five o'clock, and the sun outside had already climbed up the window.
"Huh...huh..." Adebayor's thunderous voice still came from the next door.
Yuhang rubbed his panda eyes.
Yuhang had breakfast, packed his belongings, and walked out of the apartment.
The streets in downtown Miami are very wide and lined with tall palm trees. There are many tall buildings standing among the greenery.
In the early morning, there were few vehicles on the road, and there were a few passers-by here and there.
Yuhang tightened his shoelaces and jogged towards the American Airlines Arena. The fresh air made Yuhang feel comfortable.
Yuhang was running, and suddenly a black man in his forties or fifties, wearing a red hurdle vest and black shorts, suddenly stretched his hands out of his trouser pockets.
Yuhang instinctively avoided and ran over quickly. After all, before traveling through the wall, Yuhang climbed over the wall and saw many events in Free America.
But Yuhang looked back curiously at the middle-aged black man's hand, and there was no gun in his hand as he imagined.
The hand gesture was just a thumbs up. The middle-aged black man probably just felt that the young man was very energetic during his morning jog and wanted to encourage him.
"Thank you!" Yuhang felt ashamed of his previous thoughts and immediately ran back and gave the middle-aged black man a high-five.
There are bastards and good people everywhere, this is what Yuhang thinks now.
Yuhang felt happy and continued running towards the American Airlines Arena.
There is a trapezoid shape outside American Airlines Arena with the Heat logo hanging on it.
"Uh-huh!!!"
As soon as Yuhang stepped into the stadium, a basketball flew towards Yuhang quickly!
"Bang!!"
Yuhang struggled to stop the basketball with one hand.
Butler and Vincent, who were sweating, walked towards Yuhang.
"Sorry, Yu. This guy was too focused and didn't notice you at the door." Vincent apologized, his iconic beard making him look more than ten years older.
"What time did you come for training?" Yuhang passed the ball back to Vincent in shock.
"Four o'clock? Five o'clock? Forgot. Hahaha." Butler wiped the sweat from his face and said with a hearty smile.
Before Yuhang Travel, I always felt that the reason why most of the NBA is black is because they have excellent physical talents.
But when he actually saw it with his own eyes, around 5:30 in the morning, Butler and Vincent were already covered in sweat, Yuhang's concept changed.
"Are you here so early?" Suddenly, Coach Spoelstra walked out of the arena staff tunnel.
"I couldn't sleep, so I came to the arena early." Yuhang scratched his head and said.
"You have to have a good rest. Now that you are here, let's start training." Coach Spoelstra said with a smile.
"Huh?" Yuhang just wanted to come to the arena in advance, shoot some shots, and wait for the staff to come and sign the contract. As a result, training began.
Vincent and Butler looked at Yuhang with expressions of pity.
"Do you think he can run 100 times at a 30% discount?" Butler said as if he had thought about it seriously.
"130% off for 10 trips is probably enough, right?" Vincent said, stroking his beard.
"Score 70 out of 100 balls and end the training."
"If you don't hit 70 goals, you will make 17 turns and run, and then shoot 100 times. If you still don't hit 70%, you will continue to turn back and run. Repeat until the hit rate reaches 70%. End the training." Picked up the basketball on the ground and passed the ball to Yuhang.
Yuhang was a little stunned. His mid-range shooting percentage was only a pitiful 33%.
"Do you understand?" Sibo was a little stunned when he saw Yuhang, and his expression became a little serious.
"Got it!" Yuhang started running into the court, and Spoelstra passed the ball to Yuhang.
In the first ten goals, Yuhang played normally and scored three goals. The basketball was a little raw when he touched it.
"Work hard Yu!!" Coach Spo applauded Yuhang vigorously.
Aerospace was better in the second round, hitting five.
"If you make progress, try harder! Yu, you can do it!"
Aerospace also had five in the third round.
"Yu! Don't be nervous! You still have a chance!"
As a result, Aerospace made 46 shots in the first round. It felt like luck had favored him. After all, his normal shooting rate was only 33%.
"This is too difficult..." Yuhang frowned and started running back.
"Accelerate! Accelerate! Accelerate!!" Coach Spo applauded Yuhang as he walked.
After an all-out trip, Yuhang felt a little tired.
"xxd No matter what!! I must become stronger!!" Yuhang cursed in his heart!
"Ding! Speed and hit rate increase by ten percent during training. Talking trash in your heart will only improve during training."
"Don't think about resting! You can do it, Yu! Come on! Keep going!" Spoelstra patted the ball and passed it to Yuhang.
"Work harder, you are a miracle boy!" Butler cheered Yuhang Ye.
"Relax when you shoot, Yu." Vincent also said.
"Yes!!" Yuhang took the ball excitedly.
"xxxd I want to become stronger!!"
"xxd I want to become stronger!!"
"Ding, the host's hit rate, strength, and speed have been increased to the daily upper limit, increased by 30%."
Yuhang bent his knees, raised his arms, and pushed the ball out.
The basketball drew a beautiful arc in mid-air.
"rock!!!"
The basketball bounced out of the frame! !
"You are a fraud, this system of yours is a fraud!! You have obviously been promoted! You are still not getting ahead!" Yuhang complained in his heart!
But there was no response from the system.
"Hang! Don't be distracted! Keep shooting!!" Coach Spoelstra passed the ball to Yuhang.
"Good coach!"
Yuhang took the basketball and started shooting again.
This time five of the first ten shots were scored.
"Yu has improved compared to the last round! Keep up the good work!" Coach Spo claps his hands and cheers Yuhang up.
Six came in the second round.
"The chances are even greater!! I've never hit six out of ten before!"
In the third round, Yuhang scored four.
"Hold on! Hang!" Coach Spo encouraged Yuhang.
In the fourth round, Aerospace hit six more.
…
Aerospace made 59 in the second round.
So Aerospace continued to offer a 17% discount.
At this time, Yuhang was already covered in sweat.
This went from six o'clock to about ten o'clock.
In the Heat's training hall, the players and assistant coaches are almost here.
"67."
"68."
"69."
"70!!"
Everyone was watching the arc of the last ball.
"Shua!!"
The basketball hits the net!
The Heat training hall is boiling!
"I just said this guy is good!"
"Sure enough, he is the miracle boy. I have watched Yu's training before. At that time, I said that if this guy does this training, he will probably have to make 2,000 trips before he has a chance to complete it."
“It’s really visible progress.”
"I'm kind of looking forward to his future growth."
Yuhang, who was covered in sweat, lay down on the floor in exhaustion.
"Welcome to the Heat, Boy Miracle." Spo smiled and stretched out his hand towards Yuhang who was lying on the ground.
"Snapped!!"
Yuhang raised his hand and held Si Bo's hand!
"Ding! The host's mid-range shooting percentage has increased! 33-40! The movement speed has also increased slightly. (Movement is very helpful for breakthroughs and defense.)"
"This guy in the system is really obsessive-compulsive... He even says the parentheses..." Yuhang, who was soaked with sweat, complained feebly in his heart.
"This is systematic professionalism."
