章節 21: Chapter 21 Crazy Night, Crazy Solo Show
"Lin, your draft ranking has risen again."
In the early morning, Lin Qing had rushed back from Los Angeles to the Russian University Stadium in Oklahoma City.
The competition is imminent, Travis will start tactical training, Lin Qing's play style and personal ability refreshed the team's cognition.
Therefore, the Cowboys decided to launch a series of tactics with Lin Qing as the core of the offense, not Blake Griffin.
Blake has been successful in building momentum, he has already signed an agent, and there is a certain team behind him.
Since the start of this year's NCAA, it has always been a favorite for the No. 1 pick, and the position of No. 1 pick has long been nailed to an iron plate.
Next.
They want to use Lin Qing as the core to help Lin Qing improve the draft through personal scoring data and media.
John said solemnly, "This is a good thing, but, Lin, you can't be too proud."
"You only started to become famous this year. Although Yao Ming has already played a strong role in the yellow race, it does not rule out that some teams have prejudice against you."
Lin Qing replied with a smile, "Understood."
John is right.
He is not too obsessed with the draft pick, he has to rank high.
It's not that Curry didn't make the top three, and he will still become a superstar in the future.
The same is true for "Volume". The 13th was selected by the Hornets and still became the "Little Iron Prince" that shocked the world.
But if the draft is higher, the salary can be a little more, and the team may be able to pay more attention to you.
But NBA players rely on sneaker contracts to earn fees through some advertising endorsements, not dead wages.
The dead salary of signing an NBA team, and paying taxes every year, is not enough for players to squander.
This morning, a surprising thing happened to Lin Qing.
His rankings on ESPN Draft.com and Draft.com continue to rise. . . .
It seems to have gone directly from sixth to fifth, pushing out Tyreke Evans of the Memphis Tigers, and went to fourth.
Blake still sits firmly on the top spot.
On the homepage of ESPN Sports.com, Lin Qing stole the limelight from North Carolina and Michigan. His handsome ball-handling figure stood tall.
"Crazy Battle, Singles Madman Lin Qing"!
He not only landed on ESPN Sports Network, but also landed on the Oklahoma City Daily.
The title is "Crazy Night! Crazy solo show!
"Lin, now your style of play has been known by many teams, and everyone knows that you are good at individual singles."
Travis' old face was serious.
He said softly: "In the next match against the University of Connecticut, you will definitely be double-teamed. You must be stable in the semi-finals. If you are not sure, pass the ball. I believe in your passing ability."
"Only at the end is the winner."
Travis still underestimated Lin Qing's personal ability.
He didn't pay attention to the defender at all, and defending him with one person was the same as double-teaming with two people.
For Lin Qing, the NCAA's defense is like a blank sheet of paper, and he can pierce it at will.
"Coach, don't worry… Leave everything to me."
Lin Qing patted his chest confidently.
John smiled bitterly, and Travis' advice was completely useless.
According to Lin Qing's level against the Sun Devils, it is not a simple double-team to defend against.
Although double-teaming can attract firepower, the key depends on Lin Qing's willingness to pass the ball.
"Lin, it's time for you to find a powerful agent… Can't delay any longer."
Stepping forward, John patted Lin Qing on the shoulder.
Blake nodded in agreement: "In deciding to run for election, the agent is very important."
"Actually…" Lin Qing chuckled: "The problem of brokers is a bit complicated, I don't really want to find some big-name brokers, and some small-name brokers don't have much ability, I want to have my own team."
He has the "strongest plug-in system" and is good at breaking through and scoring.
Even if he enters the NBA, he will definitely not be a bench player. If he has such talent and is still on the bench, he might as well find a piece of tofu and kill him.
Since you have a super-giant dream, you naturally have to form your own team to maximize your talents and abilities, just like some superstars.
"Lin, the team is definitely not a problem~, we definitely don't want too big names."
John chuckled, "Lin, you just need to let out the news that you are going to sign an agent, and a lot of agents will apply soon. I'll check it out for you, trust me."
Travis looked at the dull-looking Lin Qing and couldn't help laughing: "John's grandfather is an old manager. I believe he is absolutely fine. It's okay to ask his grandfather to introduce you to him."
Lin Qing looked surprised: "Assistant John, please excuse me."
"A small thing, I seem to have seen an NBA superstar rising… shining brightly!"
Lin Qing: "…"
Assistant John, full of funny attributes.
If you really knew Assistant John, you wouldn't think he was funny…. This guy's eyes are so accurate.
John has never seen any NBA player who can handle the ball as he pleases as Lin Qing.
In Lin Qing's hands, basketball seems to have given birth to life. .
Such players, as long as they are given a stage to bloom, can definitely be amazing.
Whether it's training or fighting on the court, John always thinks that Lin Qing's ball control is extraordinary, and ordinary people simply can't control the ball to the extreme.
John concluded that Lin Qing's future achievements in the NBA will definitely be much higher than that of Blake Griffin. If he doesn't get injured, becoming a superstar is not a dream, it's just a matter of time.
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In Golden State, the Warriors' front office is negotiating a meeting.
A group of gray-haired, middle-aged and elderly old men watched the pictures on the TV intently.
"This… this guy's offense is too sharp."
In the picture, Lin Qing skillfully controls the ball to break through, leans forward like a cheetah foraging, and rushes out in an instant.
He broke through Stephen Curry in one step, then quickly cut into the inside line, made a smooth turn and jumped up, grabbed the ball with his right hand and dunked into the frame.
"According to the report of scout James, Lin is a guard who is very good at breaking through. His physical coordination, flexibility, and bounce have reached the first-class level in the league."
The old man's name is Don Nelson, the head coach of the Golden State Warriors.
Nelson said excitedly: "His movement is also very good, and he has a strong ability to move on the defensive end. I think we should give up Stephen Curry temporarily and choose this Asian teenager."
Aside, Chris Mullin, nicknamed "God's Left Hand", shook his head.
"We hadn't heard of him at all before, he just popped out of March Madness, and last year's numbers have been flat."
"Sign him, our team will definitely get a qualitative leap!"
Don Nelson's tone was firm.
"Stephen Curry has a record since his freshman year, and his performance is very stable every year. In addition, he is the scoring champion in the Southern District. Signing him is definitely not a disadvantage."
"No~!"
Don Nelson shook his head, "Lin's potential is greater than Stephen Curry's. His ball-handling is so good, and the speed at his feet can better adapt to my run-and-gun tactics."
Mullin's face turned red.
Although he is currently the general manager, his right to speak in the team is indeed not as good as the respected Don Nelson.
Old Nelson took a sip of coffee, then paused and said, "Chris, Lin Qing has already announced that he will participate in the draft. Once he signs with his agent, he will contact his agent immediately. We must not let go of an excellent guard."
Chris Mullin is far from knowing ~, in the next two months, he will be dismissed from get out of class and resigned.
Replacing him as general manager is "Larry Riley"!
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