Champion Rules

Chapter 47044: The New Sheriff and the Old Sheriff (Please Read!)

Life in the United States for the first time did not bring Lynch a lasting sense of freshness.

A hangover from a nightclub isn't all that fun, and the pleasure of cruising the streets in a luxury car is quickly shattered by severe traffic jams.

Besides, Lynch doesn't have many friends here for the time being.

He couldn't lie in bed and chat about the future with Teodosic like he used to, nor could he discuss the philosophy of being a man with people like Herreros during training during the day.

The person he interacted with most here was Sam Presti, the Spurs' video analyst.

He invited the Presti family to travel to New York, let them stay in his newly purchased mansion on Long Island, and covered all travel expenses.

All Sam Presti had to do was watch game tape with Lynch in the evening and discuss the game together.

Lynch has always believed that the ability to read the game is the core factor that distinguishes good players from top players.

This was clearly demonstrated in the first game of the summer league - facing Dwight Howard, Lynch not only relied on his talent that was not inferior to his opponent, but also achieved a crushing victory with mature tactical execution.

Lynch obviously knows how to play a basketball game better than Howard, who only played high school basketball.

This is the biggest difference between young European players and young North American players.

However, Lynch, who is well aware of the competitive gap between European basketball and the NBA, understands that the level of the summer league is not high. If he wants to continue his dominant performance in the regular season, he must reconstruct his own game cognition system.

Presti's tactical courses, which he met during the league training, were refreshing to him. The concise style of breaking down complex tactics perfectly matched Lynch's learning needs, which ultimately led to the implementation of this special training plan in New York.

Sam Presti had no reason to refuse Lynch. This young man was so generous and easy to get along with. Why would he refuse him?

Most importantly, giving Lynch tactical lessons doesn't give Presti the feeling that he's working overtime.

Whenever night falls, they sit in front of the projector to analyze the dynamics of tactics, just like like-minded friends chatting about their love in a coffee bar.

One night, while analyzing a New York Knicks game from last season, the usually talkative Presti fell into a rare silence.

The team in the video seemed to be caught in a vortex of disorder. Every attack depended on Stephen Marbury's impromptu personal performance. The defensive discipline was as hard to find as the New York team's Lu.

Considering the Knicks' primary goal last season was to tank, it's understandable. But sometimes, when a team tanks for too long, it becomes a habit.

"They do need to tank to win draft picks," Presti finally broke his silence, his laser pointer drawing a sharp red circle on the screen. "But allowing this chaos to continue to ferment is corroding the foundation of the locker room. If Stephon Marbury can't make changes," he turned and stared at Lynch's angular profile, "it's up to you to reshape the DNA of this team."

Lynch's fingertips unconsciously stroked the pause button on the remote control, and the picture froze on Marbury's iconic crossover. The arrogant declaration in the overseas phone call three days ago was still ringing in his ears.

"Kid, come to Athens and watch the US team play. I'll show you what real professional basketball is," the Knicks point guard said in a convincing tone. "I know your team will lose a lot in the Olympics, but don't be jealous. Follow me next season and you too will be a winner."

Lynch knew what Stephen Marbury wanted to do. There was a new sheriff in town, and the old sheriff had to find a way to assert his sovereignty.

Watching the reckless shooting in the video, and the defensive end being too lazy to even put his hands on his hips, Lynch's mouth curled up slightly: "I hope our All-Star is ready to face the new rules."

"Take it easy, Lynch. I don't mean for you to start a locker room fight. Steph is a son of New York. He became famous in New York in elementary school. He is a basketball idol for New Yorkers and has a huge influence here. If something happens with him, the media may not be on your side. You should find a way to unite the forces you can unite, rather than opposing them."

"Son of New York? New Yorkers only love winners. Steph was the pride of New York in elementary and middle school. What about now? Was Stephon Marbury praised by the New York media last season? Don't worry, Sam, I'll get along with him my way. I've dealt with similar issues at Real Madrid. There was even an MVP in the Greek league who was dissatisfied with me, but in the end, we worked together quite happily. Anyone who wants to win will have no conflicts with me."

After tonight's class ended, Lynch returned to the room and opened the system mall.

As expected, in the light blue halo, the mall shelves were updated as scheduled.

[Raises shooting ability to Kyle Korver's level. Price: 240 talent points. (Can be combined with the current shooting talent)]

[Raises the upper limit of defensive prediction ability to the level of Sabo Sefolosha. Price: 220 talent points.]

[Raises your calmness in critical moments to Derek Fisher's level, costing 100 talent points.]

Lynch's eyes were fixed on the first line of text.

The stubborn problem of unstable shooting is like a thorn in the side of his tarsal bone, gnawing at Lynch's offensive threat value whenever his breakthrough route is blocked.

After entering the NBA, facing higher-level defense and the rough rim protection of the dark defensive era, he can't always rely on his unstable shooting.

As one of the purest snipers in league history, Kyle Korver's wrist seems calibrated by God, and his catch-and-shoot muscle memory is enough to intimidate any defender. Throughout his career, his lowest three-point shooting percentage in a single season was 35%. While shooting depends on touch, Korver has his share of inaccuracies, but overall, Korver's shooting consistency is unmatched by John Paxson.

What's even more exciting is the superimposed attributes marked by the system. When this gift resonates with John Paxson's clutch gene, Lynch's shooting will be engraved with both Korver's precision and Paxson's big heart.

This good medicine not only directly hits the problem, but also pushes Lynch's long-range deterrence to the level of strategic weapons.

Although Lynch cannot immediately inherit Kyle Korver's superb shooting skills, it still requires years of training and polishing.

But the breakthrough of the talent bottleneck has paved the way for qualitative change.

As the light curtain moved, the other two rewards seemed like extras.

Lynch bought the first item, and his 264 talent points evaporated to 24 points in an instant, but it was all worth it.

Admittedly, Lynch does not yet have the same smooth dominance of Kevin Durant in dribbling and pulling up. The defensive pressure he bears as a core attacker also means that his three-point accuracy is destined to be difficult to reach the peak data of Korver as a top shooter - the defense faced by a spot shooter and the core of the team is definitely different.

But you can still imagine how a more stable Giannis Antetokounmpo with a spot-up jump shot will subvert the court. At this moment, Lynch is standing on an evolutionary singularity that inspires endless reverie.

The dual evolution of brain and body has made Lynch ready to face the challenges of the NBA.

But before that, he has to put on the red jersey and warm up in Athens.
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Lynch was sitting in the stands, Stephen Marbury was hunched over with his face buried in his hands, and coach Larry Brown's roar echoed under the dome of the stadium.

The American team lost, much earlier than they expected. In just the second match of the group stage, the Dream Team suffered a defeat.

The Lithuanians used their iron-clad team discipline to shatter the arrogant myth of American basketball and extinguish the glory of the Star-Spangled Banner.

Lynch was defeated by his European opponent, Lithuanian god of war Sarunas Jasikevicius, who scored 28 points in the game, eclipsing a number of American NBA stars.

Stephen Marbury and Allen Iverson's performances were particularly eye-catching, with the former shooting 2 for 14 and the latter shooting 4 for 12.

The son of New York took the most shots and played the most minutes on the team, but only scored 8 points in the end - at least AI scored in double digits.

8, 8 again, the black humor of the basketball world always blooms in the cycle.

After the game, Lynch entered the player tunnel and saw Stephen Marbury.

There were reporters all around at this time because this was the first meeting between the New York twins.

Marbury looked at Lynch, his brow furrowed. He must have been regretting why he had given Lynch the ticket for the second game.

"Stephen, bad luck." Lynch extended his hand with a smile.

Unexpectedly, the New York Lone Wolf slapped Lynch's hand away and said, "Are you laughing at me? You also lost to Italy! Your Chinese team can't even defeat the Apennine Noodle Army!"

It was the first game of the group stage that had just concluded, in which the Chinese team lost to Italy. Even Lynch couldn't stop the Italians from unleashing their explosive three-pointers.

Lynch certainly didn't mean to laugh, but Stephen Marbury might be in a bad mood, or simply jealous of Lynch's star power, so he felt that the smile on Lynch's face always had malice.

But no matter what, don't hit someone who smiles. Lynch's smile froze at the corner of his lips, turning into an icy shard: "At least I didn't score 8 points in a single game. In fact, I scored 18 points, the highest on the team, and I also had 4 blocks."

The bulging veins in Marbury's neck throbbed under the camera lights: "Shut up, kid, today was just an accident. This is basketball. In the NBA, in a long season, there are many nights like this, and you will encounter many such accidents."

"Oh, then have you ever thought that the Chinese and American teams, who have both lost a game, might unexpectedly meet in the knockout stage?"

Marbury stopped, turned his head to look at the new favorite of New York, pushed aside the reporter holding the recorder and walked back to Lynch.

"Then you'd better pray to your country's God so that such an accident will never happen, kid."

This explosive first encounter was cut into countless pixels by the camera and transmitted around the world via satellite signals.

The smiling assassin pressed his temples, he knew that the rise of the empire would not be so smooth.

He suddenly remembered what Deputy Director of Scouting Anderson Carter said three weeks ago.

"Look, Isaiah, what you pulled out of the Brooklyn docks wasn't a life preserver, it was a depth charge that could blow through the locker room deck."

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(End of this chapter)