Champion Rules

Chapter 45042: Top American Talent (Please Read!)

Lynch, the popular No. 1 pick, walked to the interview area amid the cheers of Knicks fans.

His mind was blank and he even forgot the details of shaking hands with David Stern.

He only knew that the moment his name was called, the system prompt sound exploded in his head.

As a 32-year-old player, you have finally become an NBA rookie through continuous hard work. (It is normal to be an old rookie. Many international players sign contracts with NBA teams in their 30s, and the league also regards them as rookies.)

[New goal: Show your energy as a rookie in front of the fans and media, and make people forget that you are already 32 years old.]

[Reward: 50 talent points.]

Before Lynch could take a closer look, Hubie Brown, one of the hosts of the live talent show, had already started interviewing Lynch.

"Congratulations, Lynch. As early as a year ago, the media believed that you might become the No. 1 pick in the 2004 draft. Now that it has finally come true, what do you want to say?"

“All I can say is, it was all worth it.”

"The Spanish media Marca said that your feat of winning the European Championship and conquering Barcelona is like that of Felipe V, Charlemagne and Caesar. What do you think of this?"

Lynch tasted the salty memories of the sea breeze on his tongue. He was very proud of everything about Europe, but as he had just arrived in North America, he planned to be humble.

"I'm still young and haven't done enough. But precisely because I'm still young, I'm going to create more in the NBA."

"Yes ladies and gentlemen, this is young Caesar, and he can't wait to conquer the world in the NBA!"

Lynch's response was conventional, and he didn't say anything deliberately about the "Show Vitality" mission. In fact, Lynch was so excited that he forgot he had a system mission.

But the system prompt suddenly appeared.

[As a 32-year-old rookie, you have successfully demonstrated the youthful vigor and vitality.]

[Goal Completed: Reward 50 Talent Points.]

Lynch: ???
I didn't even see what the mission was, but the reward has already arrived?

Sure enough, young people don’t need to pretend to be energetic.

Lynch really hopes that there will be more tasks in the future that are difficult for old Deng to complete but easy for young people to do.

For example: at 3 a.m. at the post-game party, facing a one-on-one fight, you can still be energetic and explore the wettest place in New York.

After getting this reward, plus the previous [Revenge Barcelona] mission, Lynch now has a total of 252 talent points.

This is enough for Lynch to improve himself comfortably the next time the store refreshes - James Johnson's MMA talent is indeed great, but Lynch needs to quickly increase his combat effectiveness at the moment, so he can only wait for the store to refresh some serious basketball talents.

After the first round of the draft, all lottery rookies took photos with David Stern.

After completing all these procedures, Lynch walked through the bustling corridor of Madison Square Garden and finally stepped into the Knicks' private room. He finally met the smiling assassin who had been controlling everything.

Isaiah Thomas, dressed in a suit and tie, came forward with open arms - the man once hailed as the God of Point Guards placed half of his body weight on Lynch, even imitating the way he kissed Magic Johnson in the 1980s, pressing his cologne-scented lips heavily on Lynch's cheek.

This excessive enthusiasm made Lynch feel physically uncomfortable, but the Smiling Assassin believed that this move could quickly narrow the distance between him and Lynch.

As a team manager, the Smiling Assassin's career was undoubtedly a failure.

Both his time with the Raptors and the Knicks were extremely unsuccessful, tarnishing his professional reputation.

So he needed someone to help him break the bottleneck in his career, and Lynch was that person. He thought he and Lynch were people in the same boat, and their destinies were bound together.

Lynch will fight for himself, just like Tracy McGrady did when he was with the Toronto Raptors. McGrady once regarded the smiling assassin as a father.

The assassin was obviously immersed in his own script, as if this replica kiss spanning three decades could erase his poor decisions in Toronto and his bad deeds in New York.

But he overlooked two points.

First: Everyone’s destiny is independent, and you cannot bind anyone.

Second: Lynch is more mature than McGrady in his rookie season and doesn’t like to recognize anyone as his father.

"Welcome to New York, Lynch," the assassin finally removed his hand from Lynch. "I believe the team can return to the playoffs under your leadership, and even enter the championship ranks in the next few years. All my operations will fully support you to achieve this goal."

"We'll have a great time working together, Isaiah."

"In the next period of time, you should rest well and get familiar with New York City. Of course, don't forget to keep training, you have the summer league to play.

Coincidentally, our first Summer League opponent is the Orlando Magic. You know, the No. 1 pick versus the No. 2 pick, you versus Dwight Howard, this Summer League match that will be broadcast live nationwide is your first battle to establish your reputation in North America.

"I'll take care of it."

The Smiling Assassin liked Lynch's simplicity and directness. The kid was as calm as a professional killer.

After the meeting, as Misko and Lynch boarded the high-profile Rolls-Royce Phantom for the return trip to the hotel, he asked Lynch, "What do you think of the man who controls the fate of New York basketball?"

"I don't know. He seems to be trying to act very close to me, but we're not familiar with each other at all."

The agent handed over a bottle of iced soda: "Because he needs you. If the Knicks don't improve, his career will be over."

Lynch looked at the bright neon lights of Fifth Avenue and his own giant poster, leaned against the glass and muttered softly: "I will make Madison Square Garden rain victory ribbons again, but my mission is not to fight for him."

"By the way, the Chinese Basketball Association needs you to wear the red jersey for the Athens Olympics. Will you go?"

"Why not? Reebok wants me to go too."

"But they hope you will consider forgoing the summer league, reporting to the national team training camp on time, and practicing with the team as soon as possible."

"Tell those bureaucrats that either they wait for me or they go to Athens on their own."

Of course they would wait for him, they had to. If they didn't take the top pick in the NBA draft to the Olympics and the results were very poor, many people would lose their jobs.

Lynch can do what Wang Zhizhi cannot do because he has the power to possess privileges.

Misko looked at Lynch and felt that his next job would be much easier.

Neither the power web carefully woven by Isaiah Thomas nor the golden shackles cast by collectivism can restrain Lynch.

Lynch has always had a clear mind, so he will never make any stupid decisions 1, 2 or 3 in his future career to make Misko's job difficult.

In the next few days, the entire United States will be focused on the upcoming Orlando Summer League.

Lynch and other rookies participated in the league's rookie training courses. Given the increasing number of high school rookies in the league, such courses are very necessary.

In the basic tactical training course, Lynch met Sam Presti, the Spurs' video analyst.

Lynch wanted to include him in his personal team, but Presti had no intention of giving up his job with the Spurs.

"If necessary, I can give you some analysis reports of the game videos in private." Sam showed great affinity.

The training course ended quickly, and the rookies had to start their summer league campaign again.

On the day of the game, the Amway Center media seats were packed, and cameras and long guns formed the front of the news war - this battle between Lynch and Dwight Howard for the No. 1 and No. 2 picks was destined to become a touchstone for testing the quality of international basketball talents.

This is the first time that Lynch will face off against a truly top-tier American talent.

Almost all media have a consensus - if it weren't for Lynch, Dwight Howard would definitely be the No. 1 pick, which is a recognition of his talent.

Everyone has heard of Lynch's legend, but can Lynch really suppress America's top talents on the court?
The American players that Lynch had played against in Europe before, such as Marcio Baston, were just defective products who lost the competition in the United States.

Dwight Howard is different, he has strong abilities.

An Orlando fan said it well in an interview: "It's not that we don't trust Lynch, it's mainly because we want to open our eyes and see how good Lynch is."

The game is about to start and the fans at the Amway Center are already getting excited.

Dwight Howard laughed and hugged Lynch in the center circle. His muscular arms were bulging with veins, revealing the fighting spirit of a beast ready to go. He was eager to give it a try.

The referee kicked off and the Knicks got the first attack ball.

Lynch didn't position himself inside like a traditional big man, but instead received the ball outside the three-point line.

The one guarding Lynch was not Dwight Howard, but Andrew DeKlerk, a white forward who played as a substitute for the Magic last season and is now fighting for his next contract.

Lynch dribbled past, and De Klerk felt only a gust of wind whizzing past his ears. Lynch had already crushed his defensive radius like a heavily armored tank. His body and speed were crushed, and he was not much better than those European forwards.

When Lynch broke into the penalty area, Howard finally woke up from his dream and hurriedly moved sideways to defend.

It is obvious that this high school genius needs to improve his ability to read the game. He made up for it too late and might as well have just watched Lynch dunk.

When Howard raised his arms, Lynch had already jumped high.

This super genius who dominated the high school basketball world was helpless in the face of Lynch's equally terrifying bounce and stronger body. He could only let Knicks No. 10 ride on his head to complete the dunk, giving him his first poster shot after landing in North America.

"boom!"

The friction between the metal basketball hoop and the sneakers created an earth-shaking explosion.

Orlando fans were amazed, and even Dwight Howard couldn't laugh anymore.

It seems that the top talents in the United States are just like this.

(Thanks to Yuexiawenyaowenyao, Lindi, ababwuxianrener and other big guys for the reward, thank you very much!)

(End of this chapter)