Jill Adamson and John Goodman were all there, accompanying Rickenmore to warm up tomorrow's test. They also deliberately waited for Wang Jun to know his level.

Wang Jun did not say hello, so he found a nearby basketball stand to practice shooting alone, and did not use props. He did not intend to show his trump card before the test started, but he practiced his personal ability.

Adamson looked at it for a while and inferred that Wang Jun had a soft touch and flexible wrists. The shooting rhythm was also good, but the jump was not high and the shooting rate was not outrageous. He dribbled so badly that he definitely couldn't create his own shooting opportunities.

Adamson's eyes became disdainful. Although Wang Jun lost a lot of weight, why should he get a scholarship at this level?

In the past two weeks, it has been circulating on the University of Michigan campus how hard Wang Jun is in training.

Although he is not from the basketball team and the students do not know Wang Jun, there is a fat man who goes to the playground to run every day and swims in the swimming pool to lose weight, which makes many people feel inspiring. Some people say hello to him while running, treating him as a role model for weight loss.

Wang Jun has become a little popular, at least people don’t hate him.

But some people are destined to be Wang Jun's enemy, and Adamson is like this. Just because Wang Jun stands on David's side, Adamson has a reason to target him.

He always believed that Ricken was the most suitable candidate for the team, and fast attack was the most suitable tactic for the team. As for Kaman, who was not running fast, he could be a blue-collar worker with his height advantage. Wang Jun, who didn't even have a height, was not qualified to join the school team.

Now, he was more convinced of this.

How can he avoid his opponent's defense? What can his bad dribble do? How long can he play physically?

Without props, Wang Jun's shooting is better than that of ordinary players and cannot reach the level of a star. In Adamson's view, Wang Jun is an outsider who lacks athletic ability and can only perform slightly during training. He is much better at playing games.

Adamson believes in his experience. Many players shoot accurately when practicing, but not during the game.

There is no limit on shooting time for practice, sufficient preparation, and no pressure, so many people can guarantee a high shooting rate. However, in a game, when confronting defenders, muscle tension, stability of holding the ball, physical strength and other factors will affect the shooting rate.

After practicing for half an hour, David came to the stadium and wanted to see how Wang Jun was in good condition.

Seeing Adamson here, David's face changed immediately, and he walked to Wang Jun and asked, "He didn't say anything too much, did he?"

"No, we practice our own."

David breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly: "That's good, I'm really afraid that he will provoke you. If you get excited, you will start arguing with him. He will definitely catch you."

His worries are not without reason. Wang Jun is only 19 years old, and he is very energetic and has strong self-esteem, so he should be very impulsive.

As long as he refutes Adamson, the other party will definitely say that he is arrogant and disrespects the coach. Regardless of whether he has the strength or not, he will leave a bad impression on the school leaders.

Wang Jun thought to himself that the relationship between you two coaches is too bad, and the trust is completely zero. Do the school leaders ignore it when they work together like this?

If the basketball team's performance gives people a little hope, it will not be the current situation. Because they are too bad, the school is too lazy to spend energy. Their energy has been devoted to the work of the football team, which has created such a strange situation. As long as the team can enter the championship, one of the two will definitely leave, and the results will not be affected by internal impact.

After Wang Jun practiced for a while, Adamson came over and sneered: "David, is the only strength of the person you are optimistic about? Why not let him compete with Ricken here. If the difference is too much, don't let him come to the stadium tomorrow."

David looked like I was too lazy to pay attention to you, and said with a blank expression: "The king's task is to attract defense from the outside, open up the space and shoot three-pointers, not to fight against others. There are many players in the team who can fight against one-on-one. He can recognize his position. Unlike some people, he is obviously just an assistant, but he wants to point fingers in everything."

Wang Jun smiled secretly: As expected, ginger is still so hot, it is choking as soon as he opens his mouth, and it makes the other party unable to refute it.

Adamson's face changed drastically and said coldly: "I kindly remind you that you don't appreciate it. Isn't it just a jump shot? Ricken's quick stop jump shot is just as familiar as Ricken's quick stop jump shot."

David turned to look at Ricken and asked, "Ricken, how are you practicing your three-pointer? The team doesn't need a assaulter now. I need you to be a stable pitcher on the periphery. Can you do it?"

Ricken sighed, his mood turning sunny and cloudy.

Although he lived not far from Ann Arbor, he didn't want to come here in vain. The head coach was not optimistic, and even if he stayed, it would be difficult to make a name for himself, let alone become the core.

The answer to this question will be revealed tomorrow. He knew that bragging was useless, so he had to tell the truth. "Sir, my three-pointer is not accurate, but my shooting posture is not a problem. I will practice hard in the future."

"Practicing shooting well will help you in the future. Work hard tomorrow. Even if you can't get a scholarship in the end, you can still wait for invitations from other teams. If you have good qualities, the school will be interested in you." David was unwilling to make things difficult for the young man and did not regard him as his enemy.

Ricken smiled and didn't reply. Because of his poor shooting, only three schools paid attention to him, and the Wolverines were the strongest.

He suffered a loss in shooting, let alone three-pointers, and his mid-range shooting percentage was unstable. After watching Wang Jun shoot for a while, he knew that shooting was not as good as the opponent.

Seeing that Ricken was not imposing, Adamson seemed to agree with David's words, and was very angry and shouted: "Ricken, dunk two baskets for the coach to show your advantage. In the fast break tactic, it is enough for you to shoot mid-range shots. Tomorrow everyone will recognize your strength."

Ricken started his performance by taking basketball, first he stumbled with one-handed battle axe, and then he slid his backhand dunk on the bottom line. He was light in weight, very elegant in movements, and when he was about the same height, his jumping power was much stronger than Wang Jun.

Adamson was a little proud: "Look at his speed and explosiveness. You don't want such a player? You can practice shooting, but you may not be able to practice bad quality. Especially the Chinese people have poor physical fitness. He has lost a little weight now, but can he touch the rebound?"

David had already reminded him not to talk nonsense, but Wang Jun still broke out. "You are talking about 'Chinese' here, don't you know my name? Can I understand that this is racial discrimination?"

All four people in the stadium were stunned, this big hat was buckled.

Adamson snorted: "I don't know what your name is. What kind of racism is called 'Chinese'? Are you not Chinese? I just explained a fact that you have your own shortcomings and cannot others say it?"

"What a coincidence, I don't know what your name is. Next I will call you 'Baopiao', which is just an explanation of a fact." Wang Jun scratched his head, as if he wanted to prove that he had a lot of hair.
Chapter completed!