Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 59 It feels so good to use your brain
After scoring the goal, Jordan stood up and applauded immediately.

"hypocritical."

Connors snorted coldly.

Although Donson has turned from a fan to a passerby of Jordan because of previous events, he does not agree with Connors's evaluation.

"He's not hypocritical, he's just too conceited."

Jordan's playing ability was impeccable and brilliant.

But after his identity changed, his arrogance made him unwilling to be mediocre. As a player, he wanted to be the top, and as a boss and a president, he had to do his best.

He has his own ideas and believes that trading Brown is the best option, so he will not change his mind easily and will not listen to other people's opinions.

To achieve his goal, he will do anything, such as praising Brown.

Regardless of whether he is right or wrong, when it comes to execution ability, he is top-notch.

Of course, from Brown's perspective, a different standpoint, Jordan's behavior naturally seems hypocritical.

Connors curled his lips and said nothing.

Tang Sen said no more and focused on watching the game, his eyes falling on Brown's opponent.

Joel Przybilla.

I don't have much impression of him, but from the appearance, he is just an ordinary white center.

He has height and a certain weight, which are advantages, but he also has many shortcomings that a white center should have, such as slow pace.

I didn't see many offensive means, but they fought hard and were very motivated on defense.

It feels like a bigger Brad Miller.

So to deal with such a player, you have to use your athletic ability just like the Bulls did when they tried out Miller.

In yesterday's theory class, in addition to talking about protecting the dessert position, Tang Sen also asked Brown to have a sense of using different playing styles according to different types of opponents.

If your opponent is thin but can run and jump, don't compete with him in speed, just play to your strengths in confrontation.

If your opponent is slow, then run and score while moving.

These things are easy to say, but when it comes to the ever-changing arena, few people can do them well.

Today, Brown obviously used his brain and played more focused.

At least he intentionally moved towards his sweet spot. Halfway through the first quarter, he had made 3 of 4 shots and scored 6 points.

By strengthening confrontation, practicing hook shots, and connecting some basic footwork, this move has begun to show its power.

Tang Sen didn't notice that in the corner of the sidelines, Rivers and Davis were also standing together watching the game.

"Very stable, and knows how to play to his strengths." Rivers couldn't help but praise him.

Originally, Brown's biggest advantage among this rookie class is that he has excellent athletic ability while having sufficient confrontation.

Davis also agreed with Rivers's opinion, but his attention was on another Bucks player. He said: "The Bucks' Redd is good. He dares to shoot and shoots accurately."

Rivers' eyes immediately fell on the dark and strong player on the court.

"He seemed like a second-round pick last year."

Rivers thought back and remembered.

This guy was a second-round pick last year, and he only played a few games in his rookie season before he was injured and was ruled out for the season.

He looked at it for a while and nodded silently.

It is indeed as Davis said, his shots are decisive and quick, and he is a left-handed player, so he can really score the key goal.

The Bucks maintained their lead, inseparable from him.

"Pay attention," Rivers said.

If possible, try to trade it.

The Magic's bench lineup lacks scoring ability and offensive firepower.

A second-round pick, not worth much.

At this time, the Wizards called a timeout.

Jordan came over and said something.

Anyway, after the timeout, the ball started to be passed to Brown continuously.

Connors started muttering again, secretly cursing Jordan for deliberately letting Brown inflate his stats.

"Just brush it, anyway, for us, getting good data won't hurt." Anyway, I was thinking of leaving, so it didn't matter. And today, Tang Sen had a strong intuition that Brown seemed to be about to explode!

Przybilla didn't have much to offer against Brown.

Most importantly, Brown had a strong desire to score today.

As soon as the timeout came, he faked a shot to get rid of Pulzybila, rushed straight to the basket, received the pass from Thomas, and made a 2+1 with his arms hanging.

The penalty was not scored!
Tang Sen silently held his forehead with his hand. He had noticed that Brown's free throws were terrible, but he had never had the time to improve.

Within two rounds, Brown came again, receiving the ball on the left side of the backboard, pushing the ball closer to the basket, then dribbling sideways, and like Duncan's usual move, he made a front hook shot.

Pulzybila moved slowly laterally and was completely unable to keep up with Brown's rhythm.

10 points in a single quarter!

"This guy is too strong! The big guy from the Bucks was completely beaten!"

"That's normal, he's the top scorer."

"Not only that, but he was also the number one pick chosen by Michael Jordan. Michael Jordan's vision must be extraordinary."

"The Wizards are going to take off this season."

Even the fans around him started talking about Brown's outstanding performance.

Connors chuckled complacently, nudged Tang Sen with his arm, and gave him a look that said, "Listen."

Tang Sen said: "It's just the summer league, so what if I only score 40 points."

Although he said so, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

Brown's success is his own success.

The fans were talking about it, and the Wizards players on the field were also talking about it.

"This kid is so excited today, so fierce." Thomas couldn't help but mutter.

He made 5 of 7 shots in a single quarter, with an incredibly high hit rate.

Alexander glanced at Jordan on the sidelines and said, "Jordan is on the sidelines. If it were you, wouldn't you have to perform well?"

Thomas snorted softly, unable to help but feel jealous.

Even a fool can see that Jordan likes Brown.

Brown doesn't care about all this. All he has in mind now is one thing: scoring, scoring continuously, to let that old bastard Jordan see that I'm not as bad as you think!
He remembered Tang Sen's words, and after he got his position, he no longer only focused on the people around him.

Anyway, this guy is not as strong as me and can't affect me at all.

He began to observe his teammates and even his opponents.

It was a feeling he had never experienced before.

When I was playing basketball in high school, I didn’t care about these things. I was the absolute core anyway, and the ball would come to me at any time. My opponents were weak, so whether I could score depended on whether I wanted to.

Cooperate?

What the hell is that.

And now, observe the positions of teammates and opponents, look for potential gaps and possible shooting opportunities.

Brown saw it.

He made quick eye contact with Bobby Simmons, then started moving, pushed Pulzbila away, and cut to the basket.

Simmons hit the ground and the ball landed accurately in Brown's hands.

It was just right, so comfortable that Brown had to dunk it.

There was a bang.

Another 2 points were scored.

Brown landed and ran away excitedly.

Damn, it feels so good to use my brain!
Watching Brown running away, Pulzybila became completely depressed.

Before the game started, he didn't expect to be able to completely defend Brown.

After all, he is the No. 1 pick. As for myself, although I can be considered a lottery pick, I only averaged 0.8 points per game last season. Milwaukee fans have long labeled me a waste.

From this point of view, it cannot be compared with Brown.

But the gap shouldn’t be that big, right?
One player got whatever he wanted, scoring 12 points in a single quarter, while I only got a fraction of his score.

(End of this chapter)