NBA: My template has no limit

Please select the following skills to learn.

The system panel opened, displaying the capabilities that Xu Feng could directly control.

McGrady (during his time with the Rockets):

Possession: 91 (75)

Passes: 84 (65)

Three-point shooting: 72 (65)

Mid-range shooting: 88 (65)

Breakthrough finishing ability: 76 (65)

Off-the-ball ability: 60 (55)

Single defensive ability: 45 (50)

Note: The scores in parentheses are the top scores for that category within the NCAA evaluation system. All system scores are based on the NBA standard percentage system.

Seeing McGrady's ability rating, Xu Feng was prepared, but he still found himself in a dilemma.

Sure enough, McGrady's three-pointers in regular time and crucial moments were completely different!

The good news is that when I'm in form, I'm very accurate; the bad news is that I don't get that form often.

After some thought, Xu Feng decided to learn from Tracy McGrady's ball-handling skills.

As the tall wing player with the most stable ball handling in history, McGrady's 91 points in ball handling were enough to make Xu Feng temporarily give up on his barely passing three-point shooting.

You've acquired Tracy McGrady's (Rockets era) ball-handling skills!

[This is a beginner's bonus; after selecting an ability, you will still need to complete training tasks to gradually learn it.]

[Mission issued: Please lead your team to an eight-game winning streak in CUSA]

[Reward: Gain the right to choose a template player badge]

[Task Description: A good start is half the battle; please make the most of this opportunity.]

The system didn't tell him exactly what the badge was, but Xu Feng guessed from experience that it should be similar to the one in NBA 2K.

Different levels of badges will give players different buffs.

Xu Feng closed the system interface and stood there silently.

The system was right. This was his only chance in the last two years. If he couldn't perform when the starters were injured, he would have to go back to the bench when Watts returned.

"Hey Xu Feng, you're at the gym so early, you're really working hard!"

As Xu Feng was thinking, he suddenly heard Singh's indistinct voice from behind him.

Turning around, I saw that Singh was walking towards me with a sandwich the size of my palm.

Marcus Singler is the team's starting shooting guard, averaging 10.9 points per game, making him the team's third-highest scorer.

The sandwich was wrapped in a bright pink paper with fluorescent yellow lettering shimmering on it.

"Look at my hot girl sandwich! What do you think? That shop really has a bunch of hot girls with amazing figures!" Singh said, winking lewdly at Xu Feng with his sandwich stuffed in his mouth.

Upon closer inspection, Xu Feng realized that the yellow fluorescent lettering was indeed the English word "Hot Girl".

"Today's the last day of '95! Have you decided what to do tonight? How about we go to a bar and have some fun?"

Marcus Singh is like that; he's extremely outgoing, even a bit of a social terrorist, able to quickly become friends with anyone and is also the team's mood-setter.

"Oh, never mind, I'm not interested in those things. I already have an idea. You go by yourself, just be careful not to get caught by the coach!" Xu Feng said with a smile, rejecting Singh's suggestion.

Just as I was about to chat with Singh for a bit more, Coach Joey's voice came from above.

"Is everyone here?" Joey asked, leaning on the railing of the stands as he looked around at the other team members.

Apart from Watts, who is still in the hospital, everyone else has arrived.

"Everyone else is training normally on the left half! Xu Feng, come here for a second!"

Xu Feng was somewhat bewildered when Joey called him aside, much to the surprise of the other team members.

What do you mean? Do you want to fight me one-on-one?

Joey gestured for Xu Feng to follow him to the right half of the court, where various instruments and basketball markers had already been set up.

Xu Feng then realized that the other party wanted to retest his athletic performance after full recovery, that is, his physical talent.

"We haven't had time to record your physical data since your recovery, so we'll test you today. The coaching staff can use your performance to plan tactics and training programs," Joey said as he walked, holding the form.

Although Xu Feng had a period of outstanding performance in high school and had just led the team to a comeback as the "God of Responsibility," Joey still didn't have much confidence in him.

Based on his high school performance, Xu Feng's physical qualities are quite good, but looking at the NCAA Division I, there are quite a few people with such talent.

Moreover, Xu Feng's injury risk is too high. From his last season in his senior year of high school until now, Xu Feng has only played a few games. After joining DePaul, he only played in the first two games, which made Joey, who was deceived by the name of the Eastern Star, very angry.

Historically, apart from Wataru Misaka, a Japanese-American from the 40s, no Asian has ever entered the NBA, and Joey doesn't believe he can make history.

The NCAA and NBA are brutal arenas, dominated by highly athletic Black and white people, who believe that Asians cannot succeed there.

Xu Feng's success was just a flash in the pan. Who doesn't eat turkey for Thanksgiving?

The trainer had already set up all the equipment and indicated that everything was ready.

"Xu Feng, let's start after warming up. We'll begin by testing your standing vertical jump."

Seeing this, the other players on the other half of the field had long lost their will to train. They were making gestures on the surface, but in reality, they were all turning their heads to look at Xu Feng.

They also wanted to see what kind of performance this amazing boy from the East could deliver.

"Who do you think jumps higher, him or Watts?"

"Is that even a question? It's definitely Watts. Didn't you even consider Xu Feng's height? It's completely unfair to compare their jumping ability."

"Hehe, I bet two bottles of whiskey that Xu Feng can jump higher!"

"Fine, I'll bet! I think you're crazy. My brilliant mind tells me there's no way I can lose!"

"You two have brains full of pornographic discs and you actually made a bet?"

After warming up thoroughly, Xu Feng stood under the vertical jump, feeling a little uneasy. Would Zion's athletic talent really be a disaster?

Take a deep breath, slowly squat down, revealing the explosive muscle lines in your legs, swing your arms backward, then swing them forward, engaging your whole body, like drawing a bow and nocking an arrow, your lower limbs leap up like springs!

Bang! — Whoosh!

The upper planks were knocked off, almost reaching the top floor!

Xu Feng was no longer banging on the vertical jumper, but on the basketball court's time stop button!

The stadium was silent; there was no more murmur of discussion.

Brian, who was practicing passing, dropped the ball and hit another freshman. The two were completely unaware, their mouths agape, looking up at the vertical jump.

The trainer stood to the side, dumbfounded, with only one question in his mind: Did I lower the height limiter?

Joey stared intently at the height gauge, wanting only to confirm that number, when the data table was inadvertently punctured by a black pen.

This is unbelievable!

"Coach? Joey? I'm done with the test, please record the data."

Xu Feng's voice dispelled Joey's petrification. Joey swallowed hard and asked the trainer in a trembling voice, "What are Xu Feng's standing vertical jump stats?"

After confirming the vertical jumper was placed correctly, the trainer replied, "It's...it's 38 inches (97 centimeters)!"

Even though she had mentally prepared herself, Joey couldn't help but shout, "How...how much?"

The black pen in my hand trembled as it filled out a form.

"Confirmed, it's 38 inches!" The trainer couldn't help but grin from ear to ear.

A true genius! I am witnessing the birth of a historic genius!

You mean this two-meter-tall strong man in front of you can jump 97 centimeters on the spot!

"Jordan only jumped about 98 centimeters!"

But this guy is taller and stronger than Jordan! Visually, he's even more amazing.

Xu Feng stood still, appearing calm and collected, but in reality, his heart was in turmoil.

System, you're serious! This is Zion's athletic talent, physical attributes from nearly thirty years in the future!

"It's alright, pretty much what I expected." However, he didn't forget his situation, and even though he was shocked inside, he just smiled casually on the surface.

Joey gradually recovered from his frozen state and coughed twice: "Ahem, your jumping ability is quite good. Let's continue testing other events."

Next was the running jump. Xu Feng took his running start and jumped as usual.

boom!

"46 inches! 46 inches! (117 cm)"

Joey felt his hand going numb. He tried to control the trembling of the pen tip, but the handwriting was still crooked and messy.

Next, the team conducted a series of comprehensive tests on Xu Feng, wanting to see where the limits of this Chinese man's abilities lay.

Height, weight, wingspan, hand size, 3/4 court and full-court sprints, paint agility, 180-pound bench press...

After more than two hours of busy work, the event finally came to an end amidst everyone's numb expressions.

The result was astonishing, no, it was defying the heavens!

Both dynamic and static talents are at historical levels! Especially the dynamic talents, which completely overturned the data from high school.

Xu Feng's body is simply made for basketball! He's a superman!

In the ball handling test, Xu Feng's ball control ability was also quite impressive. Despite his two-meter height, his center of gravity was extremely low, and his dribbling was flexible and stable, not inferior to NBA-level point guards at all!

The only shortcoming is that Xu Feng's technical movements, such as passing and off-the-ball movement, are still too rough.

That's understandable. High school leagues only require talent; they don't require strong skills. If you have a strong physique, you can dominate!

To everyone's surprise, Xu Feng's three-pointers were not accurate either, lacking the abnormal accuracy he displayed when chasing points in the previous two days.

But so what? Everyone eats dumplings during Chinese New Year. You can teach someone if they don't know the technique, and you can practice if your shooting is inaccurate, but what can you do if you don't have talent?!

The only option is to be reincarnated...

Joey took Xu Feng's test data, turned around and went into the office. She closed the door, carefully placed the paper on the table, and slowly smoothed it out.

Then... he excitedly punched the air!

His eyes were already red, and the usually mature and steady middle-aged man was now as happy as a child.

"Nice! I've found the player I've been looking for! I'm going to prove I'm no worse than you, Father!"