"You have a very good high school coach." Derek looked at Yang Xiao and continued, "In fact, I heard that when you started to get involved in basketball at the age of 16, I think you should also understand that after the age of 15, the human body has been established. In other words, the plasticity is very small. No matter which genius is, basketball has to start training from the basics, and the best players even start training in kindergarten."

Yang Xiao looked at Derek, wondering what medicine he sold in the gourd.

"In fact, as a head coach with a master's degree in sports management, I have done in-depth and careful research on your situation. Boy, I have to say that although you are unwilling to do so, it is definitely your luck to meet me. Regarding the essence of sports, I think no university coach in the United States has more thorough research than mine." Derek showed off his complacently.

Yang Xiao was not affected by him at all, but felt a sense of disgust from the inside out all over his body. Walton, who existed in Yang Xiao's consciousness, also thought so.

Seeing that his boasting was ineffective, Derek immediately changed direction. As it turned out, no one was better at observing his words and expressions.

He continued: "Simply put, Jim Leto has only trained you two things in a year and a half: defense and physical fitness. Although you have definitely practiced some other skills privately from your video, in my opinion, Leto is undoubtedly a typical representative of outstanding grassroots coaches in the United States. He knows what he should do, and he has helped me solve the most difficult problems, and I have to pay tribute to him."

Yang Xiao looked at Derek bragging with confusion. He now felt that joining Harvard was a wrong decision.

"A little guy like you can't understand my ideological realm." Derek saw that Yang Xiao had already wanted to vomit, so he stopped talking nonsense and said, "The reason why you haven't reached the NBA threshold is that many people say that you can dunk with only one offensive method, but I want to tell you some truth hidden under the facts."

Yang Xiao seemed a little interested. He looked at Derek to see what shocking words he could say. Derek continued: "Maybe you think you are very strong and there will be many famous basketball schools chasing you. Maybe you are thinking that I deceived your parents with sweet words, but I want to tell you that all the things you imagine are wrong!"

Yang Xiao looked at Derek in shock. Could there be anything wrong with it?

"In fact, there is no famous basketball school for you. You boy just didn't understand the situation at all. In essence, you are the same as me. This is the United States. Basketball is a sport that belongs to white and black people. In the United States, an Asian American basketball player is not respected. You have a brilliant high school basketball career, but you have to face this situation - you are the top player, the best team, the MVP, the state champion, but you just don't have to do it.

Go to a scholarship for a first-class NCAA school. Haven't you heard such yelling and scolding when you go away to play games - "Get back to China! (gobacktochina!), hey, yellow people with small eyes! (openyoureyes!)" Derek said slowly, "We all need to prove ourselves, why not work harder and use your performance on the basketball court to give those guys who look down on you a loud slap in the face?"

Yang Xiao's breathing suddenly became heavy. He understood Qiu Zhang's intention. No parent would refuse his child to go to a famous basketball school. However, in order not to hurt Yang Xiao's confidence, Qiu Zhang used this reason to make him think that he was just because he wanted to enter Harvard University and did not allow him to go to other schools, and he endured the resentment from Yang Xiao.

"No way, how could this happen?" Even Walton was puzzled. The reason why he had this kind of question was because he had no experience as a Chinese. In the laws of the US states, he could even see traces of discriminatory regulations on Chinese.

"Don't worry, in this world, the unique guys always have to endure some prejudice from the world, just like a guy like me who is destined to become a great basketball coach." Seeing that Yang Xiao's emotions fluctuated a little, Derek comforted him, but the content of the topic was immediately drawn to himself. It turns out that Derek Bell is always full of controversy, but there is one thing that almost everyone will not deny. This guy is a very narcissistic coach. If he selected the most narcissistic coach in NCAA, at least Coach Bell will get more than 80% of the votes.

"So, where do you want to start training?" Yang Xiao looked at Derek with a questioning look that was quite consistent with Harvard University and said.

"Where did you?" Derek suddenly laughed and said, "We'll start with the free throw you fear the most!"

Speaking of free throws, Yang Xiao's momentum suddenly weakened. The guy who was still aggressive just now began to stare at the floor.

"How, scared? I heard you still have Nevada free throw record?" Derek didn't plan to let him go, and asked in a slight manner, "How about it, our genius boy, it's not good to miss 51 free throws in a row, right? I heard that Jim Leto didn't even dare to put you on the court at the last moment of the game?"

"Enough, is it interesting to mention these?" Yang Xiao was so angry that he was embarrassed.

"Okay, I've never seen the record of losing 51 free throws in my life, so I'm just impressed by it. You don't have to do this." Derek said with a smile, "And I think this is not your problem. You just haven't received systematic training. As long as you are under my guidance, you can definitely make great progress in fixed-point shooting. After all, shooting is the most basic, most important and most basic part of basketball."

"Have you ever played basketball?" Yang Xiao said suspiciously at Derek, who was short among the whites.

"What? How dare you question me?" Derek said angrily, "In half a year, I can train your shooting level to the point where you don't want to believe it!"

"Really? Then why is such a powerful person still unknown? A guy like you should be a famous shooting coach in the United States!" Yang Xiao's distrust was written on his face.

"That's because no one has ever believed me..." Derek Bell accidentally let out a joke.
Chapter completed!