NBA Game: Starting with the LeBron James Template

Ye Yao searched around for the owner of the voice, but couldn't find anyone.

There was not a moment to mourn for Dan and Olajuwon.

Next to arrive on the battlefield was Shaquille O'Neal!

With his towering physique, resembling a black bear, Shaquille O'Neal exudes an immense sense of intimidation.

Even with James as a role model, Ye Yao still falls short.

As soon as he came in, he grabbed the basketball with one hand and charged toward the basket next to him.

After a running start, he grabbed the rim with both hands and slammed it home with a powerful dunk.

With a loud rip, the glass on the entire basketball hoop shattered.

It was left in pieces.

O'Neal stood expressionless under the basket, letting the shards of glass fall on him.

This is just a game, so he won't get hurt.

Ye Yao thought to herself.

Immediately afterwards, O'Neal was seen running away with his head in his hands.

His body was already cut by shards of glass.

Ye Yao couldn't help but wonder: Is this game really that realistic?

This time, he didn't rush to reach for the sign.

Sure enough, that voice rang out again.

"Will he shoot a three-pointer? He doesn't seem likely."

"Shaquille O'Neal shoots threes? Are you stupid?"

"Well, there's nothing we can do then. Next one."

After the sound finished, Ye Yao's hand involuntarily raised the "X" sign.

"O'Neal doesn't want it either? Oh my God, this surprises me greatly!" Gilbert said again in a translator's tone.

Ye Yao wanted to cry but had no tears, and could only respond with a bitter smile.

Judging from this, he won't be able to form a team by himself.

After these few slightly older star players took the field.

The next person to be interviewed is one of the representatives of the 00s.

Tim Duncan.

He walked into the gym with a basketball in his arms and a smile on his face.

But as soon as he walked in, a whistle blew.

A guy dressed as a referee gave Duncan a T-shaped hand gesture.

Duncan got a technical foul.

Then he stopped smiling.

Ye Yao couldn't help but laugh; this game was indeed realistic.

After Duncan came in, he didn't put on much of a show and stood obediently in front of Ye Yao and the others.

"My old pal, you should take Duncan by now, shouldn't you?" Gilbert asked.

Ye Yao didn't want to speak because he couldn't make a choice.

Sure enough, that voice came again:

"Can Duncan create space?"

"It's hard to say. Although he's quite capable, he might be unwilling to cooperate."

"His defense is okay, but he probably won't be willing to give up his sweet spot under the basket."

"Our Emperor might not be able to control him!"

These few words have already made it very clear. It's a pity that Tim Duncan was also left out of the draft.

"Oh my God!" Gilbert continued to exclaim.

As a boss, there aren't many things that can surprise him.

But it's happening all the time today.

Ye Yao sat in his seat with a helpless expression, having lost interest in the selection process.

But he had already guessed that the owners of these voices were probably those so-called LeBron fans.

And they're the kind of fandom fans who don't even watch sports.

Anyone who has watched a few games wouldn't make such a judgment about these players.

Duncan left the arena with a smile.

Next to enter was a bald black man with sharp eyes.

The late basketball legend, Kobe Bryant.

Kobe came in, but he kept a safe distance.

The voices of LeBron James' fans have already started ringing out again; they are clearly very excited in front of Kobe.

"Hey, isn't this the King of Iron Forging in History?"

"Still the Olympic walking champion!"

"Add one more, a lone wolf."

"But if he could provide support for my team, that might be alright?"

"Nonsense! Don't give him the chance to lie around and claim power!"

"Exactly, he's already won three championships by doing nothing!"

"Wrong, it's that they won 5 championships by default!"

"What are you waiting for? Next!"

Before even reaching the court, Kobe glanced at Ye Yao with disdain, then turned and walked away.

Gilbert, standing to the side, was too exhausted to speak.

Even more powerless than him was Ye Yao.

He had a vague idea of ​​who his future teammates would be.

Next up on the court were all famous stars from the 00s onwards.

"Iverson, he's too short, and his skills aren't great either. What's with all the crossovers? He's not even as good as LeBron James' bulldozer drives!"

"Wade only won a championship because of biased refereeing, what's he so arrogant about? In the end, he still had to rely on LeBron to win two consecutive championships."

"Curry? Get out of here, he's nothing, all he does is shake his head and can't even play basketball."

"Leonard... the founder of AI-powered injury diagnosis, and the so-called successor to Kobe, disgusting."

"Howard, so what if you beat our young LeBron once because you were in your prime? What's with the smugness? You're banished to Golden State!"

"Bosh, oh, isn't this Bosh? Go back to being your Dragon King!"

"Are there any decent teammates left? They're all freaks out."

"Where's Thick Eyebrow? Why isn't he here?"

"What's the use of thick eyebrows? He's just a fragile person."

"What about Irving?"

"That little brat who's always trying to steal the ball, I, LeBron, kindly adopted him as my son, and he actually calls himself a Kobe fan?"

"That's a reversal of the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches! I wish I could be LeBron James' son!"

"So what do we do now? Will our LeBron James have any reliable teammates?"

"Yeah, are we going to have to do another Thanos-like LeBron performance?"

Ye Yao felt extremely uncomfortable listening to these sounds. What was all this?!

They gave so many star players the opportunity, but each one of them complained about it.

These people could easily form a team and the league would be over...

But Ye Yao was helpless; he had no say at all.

Perhaps this is the price to pay for good health!

Ye Yao sat in her seat, lost in thought, and began to make plans for the future.

"No, I can't follow in LeBron James' footsteps. I need to hone my skills!"

At this moment, Ye Yao had no idea what it meant to have James's genes injected into him.

That's not as simple as just having a body.

At this moment, Ye Yao had nothing in his mind but his brain.

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Several more hours passed, and Ye Yao and Gilbert remained silent.

They eventually managed to select a team of excellent teammates.

Looking at the starting lineup and several quality substitutes, Ye Yao fell into deep thought.

Gilbert, standing to the side, had a complex expression.

After thinking for a while, he said to Ye Yao:

"Could it be that you chose this group of teammates for the sake of the team?"

"Looks like that's how it is. Oh, you're really my good brother. This way, I can save a lot of money!"

"It seems you already knew about my assets before you came to my knighthood."

"I believe you can lead the Cavaliers to their first NBA championship!"

"Keep training going! Feel free to ask me any questions!"

After Gilbert finished speaking, two options suddenly appeared in front of Ye Yao.

[You can let the boss choose a suitable coach. Do you have any requirements?]

Seeing this, Ye Yao quickly clicked "confirm." If the teammates weren't doing well, then they had to make up for it in other ways!

This lineup was enough to make him tremble with fear!

His LeBron James DNA has already made him consider switching teams.

Suppressing the urge, Ye Yao began to filter coaches in her mind.