1211: C1211 More than 80 Chance of Hitting

C1211 More than 80 Chance of Hitting

0The second shot point, the rhythm is basically the same as the first, and the number of hits has also reached 168, which is less than two shots from the first shot point, but it's not a big deal.

The third shot point, 86 shots.

The fourth shot point was 88.

The fifth shot point was eighty-four.

426.

This was the number Lin Cheng had scored in three minutes for his quick shot of five hundred balls.

When he saw this number, Vogel felt his heart violently twitch, and he almost sucked in a breath of air.

Genius, marksman, god!

He could no longer find any words to describe the young man in front of him, but there was one thing he knew very well. This young man in front of him would definitely stir up a storm in the alliance!

"Lin Cheng, you can come at any time you want in the future. It's fine if you don't come, but it doesn't matter whether you train or not! This is the privilege I gave you! "

Vogel took a deep breath, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said to Lin Cheng.

"This isn't good. Everyone else is training. As a member of the team, I can't do anything special. Why don't we train together?"

Lin Cheng was a little embarrassed. After all, he had done something wrong, so it was fine if he didn't get punished. Why did he still have the privilege now?

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...

"F * ck, is this kid still from Earth?! Could he be from the Terminator?!"

LeBron James cursed in a rare manner. He looked at Lin Cheng as if he was looking at a monster.

"It must be! How can a human be so accurate?! And just how old is this brat Lin? Could it be that this fellow had already started practicing football in his stomach?! "

Davis's expression was stiff, and he did not know what to say.

"He, he..."

The other members of the Lakers who were surrounding him were also stammering for a long time. Although they did not have Vogel's scoreboard, they could not speak for a long time. They helped Lin Cheng calculate the points one by one, but after a rough calculation, Lin Chenggang only hit five hundred points, but he still hit more than three hundred and seven hundred points.

What kind of concept was this?!

In the past few seasons, Stephen and the others, who had the highest efficiency in the entire league, had to shoot at least one thousand and two hundred times to score four hundred plus three-pointers in a single season.

Lin Cheng, who was in front of him, had already hit more than 37s with 500 shots. 600 shots could completely hit the 400 ball mark.

It was twice as many times less than Stephen and the others.

If Lin Cheng also hit more than a thousand times, then...

Everyone looked at each other and gulped. This would be the most difficult record to surpass in the history of the NBA. It would be even harder than the General's 100 points!

No, with Lin Cheng's shocking accuracy, it would not be difficult for him to play 40 times in a single game. With this rate, he only needed to hit 34 out of the 40 points.

Gulp.

Everyone gulped again. They realized that the so-called records of the NBA's ancient mythical beasts seemed to be dull in front of Lin Cheng.

"It's settled then! Alright, it's getting late. You can go back first."

Vogel waved his hand and made up his mind.

"Alright then."

Lin Cheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It seemed like he had accidentally exposed something important this time.

"Lin, tell me, are you the latest model among the terminators?! Or is it the modified person who came back from the future?!"

LeBron James stared at Lin Cheng, trying to find some clues.

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