10,000 One-on-Ones
Wang Yi did no other training that day. He had only one training drill: one-on-ones.
He challenged all nine of his teammates.
At first, the players didn't think much of it. But as Wang Yi challenged them one by one, their eyes grew wider and wider.
During breaks, they sat courtside, quietly watching Wang Yi go one-on-one with TT.
They all had plenty of questions.
What was the boss trying to do?
He was challenging them to one-on-ones one by one.
Wasn't that a bit much?
The assistant coaches and head coach De'Anthony repeatedly urged Wang Yi to rest and conserve his energy.
But Wang Yi had only one answer: "Thanks, but I know my body very well. I'm nowhere near my limit yet."
In reality, Wang Yi was already panting hard, exhausted as a dog.
Even with the system's help, and even though he took the easiest route by shooting threes and rarely driving to the basket,
after 900 rounds of one-on-ones, he was still nearly completely drained.
And that was only because he could make seven or eight out of every ten threes during practice.
If his shooting percentage had been only fifty percent, like it was in games, he really wouldn't have been able to keep going.
But now that he was so worn out, his shooting percentage had plummeted.
Still, so he could put it to use in the Finals, he kept grinding through the one-on-ones.
By eight that evening, all the other players had left, but Wang Yi was still there.
He looked at the task progress in his mind.
[900/10000]
Wang Yi gritted his teeth and said to his personal trainer beside him, "Wells, how about a hundred rounds with me?"
His personal trainer, James Wells, wore a serious expression.