Chapter 1716 Curve Ball

Wang Yi took out another basketball from the basket next to him, threw it up with his left hand, and when it fell, he struck hard with his right fist and hit the basketball.

Bang——

The basketball flew out again, very fast.

It hit the opposite wall again and bounced away.

The administrator next to him felt strange when he saw this.

What is Wang practicing?

He works as an administrator here, and many players from other cities come here to practice, and he often has the honor to meet those players.

Some come to practice muscle building, some come to practice three-point shooting, some come to practice layups, and some come to practice passing and dribbling.

But I have never seen anyone practice like Wang Yi.

Hitting a basketball with your fist, what exactly is this practice?

However, seeing that Wang Yi was already in the state of practicing ball, he did not bother Wang Yi, but stood by to help Wang Yi pick up the ball that was thrown out and put it into the ball frame next to him.

Since the ball thrown by Wang Yi was very powerful, it bounced back after hitting the opposite wall and came to the court again. Therefore, it was actually possible to pick up the ball and put it back into the basket without running a few steps.

About 15 minutes later, the administrator's son, Wang Gaddafi, arrived.

His wife also arrived at the same time.

They all looked very excited after seeing the king.

His wife wanted to ask Wang Yi for his autograph that season, but Gaddafi shook his head.

"He is practicing. We will wait until he finishes practicing. We can just help him pick up the ball now."

So the family of three quietly helped Wang Yi pick up the ball. While picking up the ball, they all spoke very quietly, as if they were afraid of disturbing Wang Yi.

For a fan, it is already a luxury to be able to watch his idol quietly on the sidelines, not to mention helping his idol pick up the ball.

However, when the woman and the child saw Wang Yi hitting the basketball with one punch after another, they were both confused and cast a questioning look at the administrator next to them.

The administrator shrugged and spread his hands, indicating that I didn't know either.

Then he used a look to indicate to them that they should just pick up the ball and not worry about anything else.

So the family of three began to help pick up the balls.

After Wang Yi hit the ball with such force 100 times, the joint of his right fist began to hurt.

There are granular protrusions on the surface of the basketball. If you hit the basketball hard with your fist, the surface of the fist will be easily scratched over time.

Wang Yi looked at his fist, which was already a little red.

He took out a bandage from his backpack and wrapped it around his right fist several times.

Then continue to practice.

In this way, although the skin on your hands will not break for a while, it will eventually break over time.

After practicing for the 3,000th time, Wang Yi's right fist was covered with blood from the bandage.

Wang Yi took a few breaths and then sat next to him to rest.

The kid next to him, King Gaddafi, handed Wang Yi a bottle of water.

Wang Yi shook his head apologetically, then stroked the child's head with his left hand: "I have my own water."

As he spoke, he took out his cup from his bag and took two sips.

The child looked a little regretful.

The father of the child next to him explained: "Wang, all football stars will not accept food or drinks casually from others."

The child asked doubtfully: "Why?"

Wang Yi didn't wait for the child's father to speak, first stroked the child's head and said with a smile: "Do you like basketball?"

The kid nodded: "I like it. I also want to be a star in the future."

Wang Yi smiled and said: "When you become a star in the future, you will understand why."

The child nodded: "Yes."

At this time, the administrator's wife pointed to Wang Yi's right hand: "Wang, your right hand is bleeding."

Wang Yi shook his head: "It doesn't matter."

He removed the bandage with punches and circles.

When the last ring was removed, the bandage was completely soaked in blood.

Wang Yi shook his head, took out a certain white medicine, and applied a little on his back to stop the bleeding.

Then he gritted his teeth and wrapped it tightly with a bandage again.

Afterwards, he also wrapped his left hand with a bandage.

The next time I practice, I will throw the ball with my right hand and hit the basketball with my left fist.

This time, he finally supported it with his left hand for a longer time.

It wasn't until the 5,000th blow that my left fist started to bleed.

Finally, he switched to his right fist and continued to hit the basketball despite the pain.

Then he switched to his left hand and punched another 2,000 times.

I practiced like this until around 12 o'clock that night.

When the Gaddafi family saw Wang Yi take off the bandage after practicing, they could even see that the bandage and the skin on the back of his hand seemed to be stuck together.

Wang Yi's hands also continued to tremble slightly.

They all secretly felt sad.

"King, does it hurt?"

asked the kid king Gaddafi next to him.

I smiled and said, "Of course it hurts."

"Then why do you still practice like this?"

Wang Yi said: "Because I want to become the strongest player in the world. If I don't practice, I will be surpassed by others accidentally."

At this moment, Wang Yi had planted a seed in the heart of little Wang Gaddafi.

In his opinion, Wang is already the strongest player in the world, but he still works so hard, so what reason does he have for not working hard?

Finally, Wang Yi said to the administrator next to him: "I will come again at about 6:00 tomorrow morning. Please arrange the time."

The administrator said: "Don't worry, our family will arrive on time at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning."

Wang Yi said: "It is already 12 o'clock. Children must ensure adequate sleep. Tomorrow morning..."

Before Wang Yi finished speaking, the child said: "I can."

At the same time, he gave Wang Yi a pleading look.

Wang Yi nodded and said: "Okay, you can come tomorrow, but you don't have to get up so early. Also, please don't tell others that I practice here."

Gaddafi nodded: "Of course."

After returning to his hotel, Wang Yi could not hold his chopsticks steadily while eating after taking a shower.

After eating, Nicole applied medicine to Wang Yi's hands while feeling distressed.

Although Wang Yi's two fists were still raw and the backs of his hands were swollen like bear's paws, he had experienced a lot of pain since childhood, so this pain was nothing.

When he woke up at 6 a.m. the next morning, the back of his hand was no longer so swollen.

Although the wound has not fully recovered, it is much stronger than last night, and at least I can move normally.

This is also the system's physical enhancement.

If it were an ordinary person, like the one he did last night, he might not be able to move his hands when he wakes up the next morning. However, with systematic support, Wang Yi's body recovery ability is much faster than that of ordinary people.

He washed up briefly and went straight to the arena.

By the time he arrived, Gaddafi's family had already arrived, and everything Wang Yi wanted to practice had been prepared.
Chapter completed!