Wittman began to call names and split them into teams. The Wizards 'main players and trial rookies were mixed together. Each team had two main players mixed with three rookies. The others were here to observe the rookies, so of course they had to add rookies.
After the teams were divided, everyone put on a red and a yellow training vest to distinguish themselves. Han Zhe was assigned to the red team. The two main players of their team were the guard, Jordan. Crawford and the veteran inside man, Andre. Blatche.
The two Wizards 'main players were the captain of the 10-year draft pick, John. Wall and striker Yang. Vicelli.
Han Zhe had been rubbing his hands and getting ready to play, but Wittman did not include him in the starting lineup and had him on the bench.
Han Zhe was discouraged. He thought that Wittman had made him a substitute because of his poor performance. However, the manager was the most important person on the team. No matter how dissatisfied he was, he had to hold it in and could only be a quiet handsome man.
Both teams jumped the ball. The Yellow Team got the ball and handed it to their captain Wall to control the ball and organize the attack. Han Zhe also raised his spirits and watched carefully. After all, this was the first time he had seen an NBA player fight.
After Wall got the ball, he made a feint and easily broke through the rookie Thomas who came to defend. He rushed to the free-throw line. When Crawford came to defend, Wall stepped back and shot. The ball had already been released.
Swoosh!
The yellow team took a 2-0 lead.
Looking at Wall, who quickly returned to defend, Han Zhe secretly thought that these star players really lived up to their reputation. The attack just now seemed simple, but it was a manifestation of Wall's comprehensive ability. Speed, breakthrough, and scoring ability were indispensable.
His opponent, Thomas, was also a slightly famous point guard, but he was defeated by him in seconds and could not create any pressure. This was the embodiment of strength.
The game continued. Crawford went down to the bottom to help Thomas, who had the ball at the top of the arc, pull him away. Now, it was a one-on-one situation between Thomas and Wall.
Han Zhe clearly noticed Thomas 'lack of confidence. After dribbling a few times to test the waters, he did not force a breakthrough. Instead, he dribbled the ball to Howard, the rookie center in the paint.
Howard caught the ball and was about to make a layup, but just as the ball was raised, a black shadow flashed from the side, and Vicelli suddenly appeared and knocked the ball away.
The Yellow Team's rookie point guard, El, grabbed the ball and organized a fast break. The black rookie center, Kevin, received the ball under the basket. After receiving the ball, he kicked the ball into the basket. The Yellow Team won 4-0.
Wittman stood on the sidelines, holding his hands, his expression relaxed. He only occasionally shouted a few words into the field. Now that so many rookies had joined, they had not practiced and could not play any tactics at all. They could only rely on their free play. Wittman naturally had nothing to command. When he discovered that the players had made low-level mistakes, he would shout a few times.
In the following game, Han Zhe could tell that Wittman had probably given instructions to the Wizards players, because the main players on both sides had basically given the ball to the rookies. This was a chance for them to perform.
After all, they were here to observe the rookies, not to see the Wizards 'performance of bullying the noobs.
After a few minutes of the game, it could be seen that the Yellow Team had an absolute advantage under Wall's leadership. The score was already 16-9, and the Yellow Team was almost halfway ahead.
One of the more eye-catching performances was the Yellow Team's center, Kevin. He scored six points alone. In fact, it was mainly because of his teammates 'strength. They often helped him get out of the gap and feed the ball. The Wizards' current flaw was that the inside paint was not strong enough. Blatchi was a little shorter than the rookie, and his strength was not considered strong. Furthermore, his jumping ability was average, so Kevin had a lot of room to play.
As time went by, Han Zhe became more and more anxious. This was not a regular game, so they would not play the full four quarters. The head coach had the final say on how long they could play.
Every team only had one day of open day. If he missed this one, Han Zhe would have to wait and see if he could keep him. That way, his chances of being selected would be much lower.
Han Zhe was so angry that he wanted to chop off his hand. Why did he have to screw up at such a critical moment? His previous three-pointer shot was too bad. If it ended like this, no one would take a fancy to him. Even as a bench guard, he couldn't screw up his three-pointer like this.
What Han Zhe did not know was that a few of the smarter scouts were already paying attention to the players on the bench. They knew that all the players would have to take turns to play. Otherwise, if they hid the good players, there was no point in observing them.
However, some managers did their best to reduce the time for the players they liked to perform. Therefore, even if most of the players on the bench were fake, there were often one or two good seedlings hidden among them. Whether they could find them depended on the scouts 'own judgment. Of course, this was not absolute. There were many quick-witted people. Some managers did the opposite and sent the players they liked to play early!
Han Zhe didn't know that there were so many tricks involved. He only thought that his performance was bad, so his performance time was reduced. The rookies beside him were also restless and kept looking at Wittman, waiting for their chance to perform.
About ten minutes later, a whistle sounded. Han Zhe and the others were shocked. They thought that someone was going to replace them, but when they found out that Whitman only asked them to take a break to replenish their water, they scratched their heads and almost went crazy.
After a few minutes of rest, when everyone was ready to go back on stage, Wittman suddenly said," Yellow Team, Bole is down. David is down. John is up. Nick is up. Red Team, Thomas is down. Danny is down. Iman is up. Han is up.”
Han Zhe jumped up in joy. After waiting for so long, he was finally going to go on stage. He had the urge to cry. The waiting time was too difficult!
The players who left the field looked dejected. They knew that they would not have a chance to play again. The two rookies who remained on the field were very happy. One was the center of the Yellow Team, Kevin, and the other was the power forward of the Red Team, Brook. They were the rookies of the previous two teams who had performed the best!
The current score was 26-17. The Yellow Team was in the lead, but the score wasn't important. Everyone was looking at the rookie's performance.
After a simple warm-up, Han Zhe and the others walked into the arena. The competition was about to begin again!
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