It was 2031, and many kinds of high technology had found their way into basketball games and training.
For example, when two people played one-on-one, there was now a smart scoreboard.
Once their faces had been registered on the scoreboard, every time they scored, it would update immediately.
At that moment, the scoreboard already showed the two players' scores: 5–0.
They continued playing one-on-one.
One possession each.
Gradually, the score reached 50–0.
The wry smile that had been on Zhang Yu's face at first had disappeared, replaced by a grave expression.
He knew he wasn't Wang Yi's match in a one-on-one game, and that he would lose by a huge margin.
But he'd thought that at least he could score a few points in front of Brother Yi. He hadn't expected to be down 50–0 after only a little over twenty possessions.
Was the gap between him and Brother Yi really this big?
The two continued their battle.
60–0;
70–0;
80–0.
The score reached 100–0.
Zhang Yu's expression grew even more serious.
At 50–0, he'd only begun to wonder whether he was having an off day. But when the score hit 100–0, he started to question whether his whole understanding of the game was wrong.
Even if there was a gap between him and Brother Yi, could it really be this enormous?
He'd previously thought he was already good enough to play in the CBA.
Even if there was a gap between the CBA and the NBA, he hadn't thought it was all that large.
After all, even someone like Zhang Jiacheng, who had never played in the CBA, could make it to the NBA and thrive there.
That just went to show that the NBA wasn't some impossibly out-of-reach league.
But staring at the blood-red 100–0 at the side