What? The trainer is warming up.

Chapter 47 You can't win even 3 rounds!

Qwest Arena, training stadium.

Because we just finished a tough match yesterday, today's training intensity is not high.

Everyone was just taking some shots as usual to maintain their shooting touch.

In addition, the coaching staff will gather the players to analyze the opponent in the next game and plan the strategy for the next match.

At this moment, the routine training ended, and Qin Yu took the initiative to ask for a one-on-one duel.

The players were very enthusiastic at first, but after two rounds, the rest stopped showing up.

After two rounds of one-on-one matches, Qin Yu won both. In the matches, he demonstrated exceptional ball-handling and offensive skills, surprising his teammates. They still knew too little about Qin Yu, having only known him for two or three days.

They lost both of their one-on-one matches.

The others naturally wouldn't want to embarrass themselves; after all, there's nothing to gain from winning, and losing would only lead to embarrassment, so why bother?

"pity......"

Seeing that no one accepted the challenge, Qin Yu was somewhat disappointed.

I originally planned to make a quick buck, but after only two rounds, I earned 13 points because of two three-pointers, which isn't a small amount. However, it's just a one-off deal. After today's incident, I can basically forget about it in the future.

Suddenly, a voice rang out: "I'll do it!"

Qin Yu was delighted, but when he turned around and saw that it was Smith, he immediately lost interest: "Forget it, this is boring."

What do you mean by "Forget it, it's pointless"? Who are you looking down on?

Smith's face darkened. He had planned to defeat Qin Yu in a one-on-one match so that everyone, especially the coaching staff, would see that Qin Yu, who had just scored 39 points yesterday, was nothing special in front of him. But he didn't expect Qin Yu to refuse.

No, you were asking questions one by one just now, looking very eager. Why aren't you calling now?

"Kid, are you looking down on me?" Smith snapped.

This is clearly looking down on me, it's going too far!

Qin Yu chuckled and said with a sneer, "That's right, I look down on you. Don't even mention one game, even if I gave you three chances, you still wouldn't win a single one."

"Fuck!" Smith's face was grim. He had never been looked down upon like this before. He immediately threw the ball to Qin Yu. "Come on, let's see how you manage to keep me from winning even one game."

"Sigh..." Qin Yu shook his head and sighed, almost unable to suppress his laughter.

Smith is really brainless; he fell for such a simple provocation.

And who gave you the courage to challenge me? If it weren't for the fact that you can contribute some points, I wouldn't even bother with you.

Things have changed. After his amazing performance yesterday, Qin Yu no longer needs to show anything in these team one-on-one matches, and he has no interest in paying attention to Smith.

Now he doesn't need to compete with Smith for the team's sixth man position at all; he's a starter right away.

"Hurry up," Qin Yu urged impatiently, his tone shifting to one of wanting to finish quickly. "By the way, I'm still a newbie, so let me go first, okay?"

"Uh..." Upon hearing the last sentence, Smith almost choked on his saliva. You have such a "super arrogant" tone, and you even want to attack first?

But then I thought, what's wrong with letting Qin Yu attack first?

Defeating him this way will produce a better effect!

"Okay," Smith nodded in agreement.

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Yu had already started moving suddenly, his C+ speed exploding instantly, leaving Smith unable to react. He only felt a blur before his eyes, and then the man was gone.

Smith cursed under his breath and instinctively turned to chase after Qin Yu, intending to block him. However, by the time he turned around, Qin Yu had already made a layup.

"Whoosh!"

Goal! 1-0!

Smith was breathing heavily with anger, while the players watching from the sidelines were struggling to suppress their laughter, thinking to themselves that Smith was incredibly stupid.

Then came the second goal, the third goal...

This level of one-on-one fight wasn't too difficult for Qin Yu; his opponent was just Smith, not Roy, Oden, or Fernandez.

Qin Yu scored all six of his baskets, including a three-pointer, easily sweeping Smith 7-0 to win the one-on-one game.

In fact, if Qin Yu wanted to, he could have ended the one-on-one match in under 5 balls, but for every extra ball he hit, he would earn an extra 0.5 points.

"One round," Qin Yu said with a smile. "You still have two chances."

Smith's eyes were bloodshot as he growled, "Again!"

Qin Yu smiled and said, "Then I'm coming."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly pulled up and launched a surprise three-pointer, which went in with a "whoosh".

Score 2:0......

Qin Yu scored all five of his shots, but the sixth shot went slightly wide, and Smith finally regained possession. However, he only managed to score one goal before possession returned to Qin Yu, who ultimately won 7-1.

"Lanny, forget it, just admit defeat."

"You've already lost two games in a row, there's no need to continue..."

His teammates all tried to persuade him.

However, how could Smith possibly admit defeat so easily? That would be too humiliating. He silently told himself that there was still one last game left. If he could win the last game, he could still salvage some face.

This time, he dropped the pretense and said to Qin Yu, "It's my turn to make the first move."

"Oh, no problem." Qin Yu waved his hand magnanimously.

After two one-on-one matches, Smith's mentality had collapsed.

Even if he were to attack first, the outcome wouldn't change.

As expected, even though Smith attacked first, he still lost the one-on-one match, with the final score being 4:7. He scored 4 points, which was better than before.

"We still lost." Smith was utterly despondent.

At this moment, he finally accepted reality: he was indeed inferior to Qin Yu. It wasn't luck or chance; he was simply not as good as Qin Yu.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but then he heard assistant teacher Mike's voice: "Everyone, assemble in the video analysis room."

Everyone agreed.

Qin Yu didn't go back to look at Smith, and left with his teammates...

......

Upon arriving at the video analysis room, everyone sat down in turn.

All three coaches were present. Coach McKinnon gestured with his chin, and assistant coach Abelson began playing a clip of their next opponent, the Dakota Wizards.

While watching the video, he also provided analysis and explanations for the players.

"This is a very strong team, currently ranked fourth in the Eastern Conference. Although they are not as good as the Iowa Energy, they should not be underestimated. Their starting small forward, Rommel Baker, is an outstanding scorer, averaging 17.9 points per game. He is an all-around scorer with both size and skill, and you must be careful when defending him."

"Furthermore, the team's starting shooting guard, David Bell, is also a tough opponent. He's a sharpshooter from the outside, averaging two three-pointers per game..."

Qin Yu listened attentively. He wasn't familiar enough with the teams in the Development League, and he didn't know much about the Dakota Wizards either. He had to listen carefully and try to learn as much as possible about his opponents so that he could perform well in the next game and score more points.