Starkhouse, watching Su Feng, who was regarded as the "savior" by his teammates on the bench, was almost crying.

Hey, no...

Doesn't anyone care about the statistics?

Why is everyone praising Su Feng for his decisive and firm shooting...?

This guy, didn't he only score 7 points on 3 of 8 shots?

Starkhouse felt that the world had changed.

However, although he felt that he had figured out the truth, Starkhouse didn't dare to say too much at this time.

Because...

He really didn't want to play one-on-one with Su Feng anymore.

Not even once!

On the court, after the timeout, the Bucks replaced Vin Baker.

This guy is also a famous drunkard.

In Su Feng's previous life, the SuperSonics traded the undisciplined Kemp for Vin Baker in a three-way deal with the Cavaliers and the Bucks.

At that time, the SuperSonics had high hopes for the combination of Payton and Vin Baker, but the good times didn't last long...

In the 98/99 season, after the lockout ended, the SuperSonics coaching staff was stunned when they saw Vin Baker arriving at the training hall drunk...

This t

"How long did you play?" Kobe asked, trembling slightly.

"The coach originally said to arrange only 25 minutes, but in the end, I performed too well and gave me nearly 30 minutes.

There's no way, Kobe, you know, someone as outstanding as me..." Before Su Feng could finish speaking, Kobe hung up the phone.

Philadelphia, Iverson, who was teaching Su Feng new dribbling skills, curiously looked up at Su Feng and asked, "Was that Kobe calling?"

"Yeah." Su Feng nodded.

"What did he say to you?" Iverson asked.

"Nothing, just that he scored 8 points and was very happy." Su Feng spread his hands and said.

Iverson laughed, "Come on, let me tell you, the key to this move is..."

The scene returns to Los Angeles.

After learning that Su Feng had scored 16 points, Kobe couldn't stand it.

After tossing and turning all night, he couldn't sleep, so the next morning, he ran to the Lakers' training hall to start practicing.

When Lakers coach Harris pushed open the door of the training hall, he saw a young man repeatedly practicing offensive skills.

Harris had coached Kobe's father back in the day, so as the son of an old friend, Harris naturally took extra care of him.

He didn't go up to interrupt Kobe, but stood quietly to the side.

Only when Kobe performed a dazzling series of offensive moves would Harris gently clap his hands on the side.

"Being young is really good." On the court, after Kobe completed a one-handed dunk, Harris sighed.

At this time, Kobe, who had been buried in hard training, noticed the coach's figure.

So, he stepped forward and looked at Harris, saying, "Coach, what brings you here?"

Harris waved his hand at Kobe, "I came to see our future."

Kobe, who was praised by the coach, didn't understand the deep meaning of the word "future" at this time, and he smiled shyly, "Coach, what do you think of my one-on-one skills?"

Harris nodded, "Very good."

Kobe, who received Harris's second compliment, mustered up his courage, "Then coach, can you give me more playing time?

As long as you give me the ball and let everyone spread out for me, I can beat any player in the league one-on-one."

Harris laughed, wondering what had stimulated Kobe.

Wasn't he quite happy yesterday?

Just as Harris was amused, Kobe thought that the coach didn't believe him, so he added, "Really, coach, I can post up anyone, as long as you give me a chance."

At this time, Harris patted Kobe on the shoulder, "Kobe, I know you can, but I can't just kick 'Shaq' out of the way and let you have the paint to play one-on-one."

Kobe nodded...

Kobe wasn't stupid, he knew that what Harris said was true.

Because just yesterday, O'Neal had easily blasted away any player who tried to stop him from getting to the basket.

The fans in Los Angeles were enjoying the pleasure that O'Neal's rampage in the paint brought them.

But...

It's just so unwilling...

"No, I have to work harder!" At this moment, Kobe wanted to become stronger more than ever before.

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ps: Note 1, a reminder again, the formula for obtaining the value of missed shots in the game: (regular missed shot value + matchup missed shot value) x missed shot x system rating. A Qiao's math was taught by a language teacher, which is definitely well-known, so don't worry about me miscalculating.