Task Completion: 45% Three-Point Shooting Percentage!

The sky outside the window gradually brightened.

Wang Yi was so exhausted he could barely catch his breath.

But he couldn't stop.

Because in his mind, the countdown, like a death knell, ticked on relentlessly.

He didn't know how long he had been training.

He glanced at the mission progress in his mind.

[Mission Progress: 300/1000]

[Remaining Time: 9 hours 55 minutes]

Fortunately, at this pace, he should be able to complete the mission.

He stopped to catch his breath for a few moments.

Just then, the training facility door opened.

A tall, sturdy figure walked in.

It was James.

He looked at Wang Yi, somewhat surprised.

Normally, Wang Yi, like him, would arrive at training around eight.

But judging by his current state, he had clearly been training for a long time.

"Wang, so early today? Can't sleep because you miss your girlfriend too much?"

James said, chuckling twice, and glanced at Wang Yi's right hand.

Wang Yi shrugged, also looked at his own right hand, and said:

"My girlfriend is almost useless."

James gave Wang Yi a thumbs-up:

"You're amazing! You wore out your girlfriend in one night?"

Wang Yi gave a wry smile, shook his head, and said no more.

He didn't have much time to waste.

He then turned back and continued practicing three-pointers.

But James had keenly noticed Wang Yi's abnormality.

He knew Wang Yi was right-handed, so why was he suddenly practicing with his left hand?

"Bro, is your right hand injured?"

James said, recalling how Wang Yi seemed to unconsciously clench his right fist after shooting three-pointers last night.

His expression had also been strange.

At the time, he thought it was Wang Yi's unique celebration move.

Now it seemed the situation was not that simple.

Wang Yi felt a jolt when he was seen through.

He turned his head and said, "Please don't tell anyone. I really need this job."

If the other players on the team found out his injury wasn't fully healed, they definitely wouldn't let him play.

Then his chance to convert to a guaranteed contract would be over.

James frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and said:

"Don't worry, I won't say anything. But you need to take responsibility for your own body."

Wang Yi nodded: "I know what I'm doing."

Seeing Wang Yi's persistence, James stopped trying to persuade him.

He just said, "After training today, come to my place. I'll have my personal physician take a look at you."

Wang Yi felt a warmth in his heart.

It was rare for a team leader to care so much about a fringe player.

He nodded, then continued, "LeBron, can you tell the coach that I won't be participating in other training today? I want to focus on practicing three-pointers, because the team is currently lacking a stable three-point threat."

James thought for a moment and nodded:

"You focus on practicing your three-pointers, I'll talk to the coach."

Disrupting the coach's training plan was something the current Wang Yi couldn't do.

Only a superstar like James, who had absolute authority, could.

Although James rarely abused such authority.

Today, an exception was made for Wang Yi.

Of course, James had his own considerations.

His playstyle required a stable three-point shooter on the perimeter.

Next, Wang Yi continued practicing three-pointers with his left hand.

Although his stamina was gradually decreasing, as his proficiency with his left hand improved, his three-point shooting percentage with his left hand had already reached forty percent.

At ten o'clock, the other players on the team had all arrived.

They had basically just woken up.

Seeing Wang Yi and James already drenched in sweat from practice, they were used to it.

Without saying much, they began today's training according to the coach's plan.

Because James had spoken to head coach Vogel, Wang Yi did not train with the others.

He practiced three-pointers alone in a corner.

At ten o'clock, the morning training ended, and the players left the gym one after another to eat lunch.

Wang Yi glanced at the mission progress in his mind:

[Mission Progress: 602/1000]
[Remaining Time: 6 hours 49 minutes]

Although at the current shooting percentage, it wouldn't be difficult to make 400 three-pointers in the remaining six-plus hours.

However, his shooting percentage would drop again as his stamina decreased.

So, he had to hurry.

Seeing the players leaving the gym one after another, he did not leave with them.

Instead, he stayed to continue training.

Before the coach left, he gave Wang Yi a deep look.

He didn't say much.

Seeing that Wang Yi had no intention of leaving, James advised him:

"Wang, I admire your professional attitude, but training should be done step by step. And we must ensure adequate nutrition. So, go eat."

Wang Yi shook his head: "I don't want to eat today, you guys go ahead."

Seeing this, James didn't say any more.

Instead, he was slightly worried.

Training shouldn't be too little, but it also shouldn't be excessive.

But he also understood Wang Yi's urgent desire to seize these ten days to secure his next guaranteed contract.

So, his lips moved, but he eventually changed his words of dissuasion to four words:

"Good luck."

Wang Yi took a few deep breaths and said, "Thank you."

After the players left, Wang Yi rested for only ten minutes.

He drank some water.

Then he continued his shooting practice.

At two o'clock, the players returned for training.

Wang Yi was still shooting three-pointers.

At four o'clock, today's training ended, and the players left.

Wang Yi was still shooting three-pointers.

Caruso practiced for an extra half hour and said to Wang Yi:

"Wang, it's time to go back, I'll wait for you."

Wang Yi looked at the mission progress in his mind.

He was only 11 shots away from completing the mission.

Although he was so tired he could barely move, he was extremely excited.

His eyes burned with intensity.

"I'll be right there!"

Saying that, he shot another three-pointer with his left hand.

James had also not left and continued to stay for extra practice.

Seeing Wang Yi shooting three-pointers as if possessed, he said to Caruso next to him:

"Did you provoke him last night?"

Caruso shrugged, smoothing his sparse hair back with his hand, and said, "I thought it was you, boss, who provoked him this morning."

Wang Yi was almost completely depleted of stamina, and his three-point shooting percentage had dropped back to 20%.

He had taken nearly sixty shots to make 11 baskets.

Finally, at a certain moment.

Bang, bang, bang!

As the basketball bounced on the rim three times, it rolled into the net.

In his mind, the red numbers turned green.

And then they froze.

[Quest Progress: 1000/1000]
[Time Remaining: 21 minutes 35 seconds]

Afterward, these two lines of text disappeared.

At the same time, a cold, mechanical voice sounded in his mind:

[Quest Complete!]
[Reward: Three-point shooting percentage increased to 45%]

"Hoo—"

Wang Yi let out a long breath.

He collapsed onto the ground in a spread-eagle position.

"Hoo—hoo—hoo—"

He panted heavily.

With the quest complete, the tension in his heart eased, and only then did he realize he was so tired he didn't even want to move his fingers.

His arms felt numb, and his knees had long since gone numb from exhaustion.

James and Caruso were quiet at this moment, saying nothing.

After panting for a full five minutes, a slow smile finally appeared on Wang Yi's lips.

He slowly said, "Do you guys believe me? For tomorrow night's game against the Clippers, you can trust me completely."

James and Caruso exchanged a look.

They thought about Wang Yi's 20% shooting percentage during his training just now.

They didn't understand where Wang Yi's confidence was coming from.