System Reward! One-Minute Rapid Fire!

Chapter 42: System Reward! One-Minute Rapid Fire!

After the game ended, the two teams went through the post-game handshake ritual.

Sun Hao saw that Gasol was still in low spirits, and when he got close, he signaled for him to lower his head.

Gasol thought Sun Hao wanted to say something to him and leaned down accordingly.

But immediately, he felt a gentle force on his head.

From his crown to the back of his skull.

Then from his crown to the back of his skull again.

"Keep it up. See you in the playoffs."

Gasol had said those words to Sun Hao last season.

But in the end, that meeting never happened.

Now Sun Hao was turning around and saying them back to Gasol. Same thing.

It was encouragement, and also a promise.

The only difference was... why the hell are you touching my head!

That was Gasol's first reaction.

But belatedly, he found it actually felt pretty nice.

Especially when he was feeling down. This approach actually lifted his mood a bit.

Like when his dad used to pat his head as a kid.

Warm and comforting.

He nodded.

Last season they got swept. This season, even losing this regular-season game made it 1–1.

In this game, Sun Hao's drives suddenly turned sharp, and they were caught off guard, letting him score that many points.

If they really fought in the playoffs, who would win was far from certain.

And this time, they would definitely meet in the postseason.

Either in the UEFA Champions League or La Liga.

Sun Hao breaking the European single-game scoring record was a big deal. His teammates couldn't help celebrating in the locker room afterward.

By the time Sun Hao "escaped" from the clutches of those big men, he was completely exhausted.

To be honest, scoring 40 points in La Liga drained more energy than when he scored 81 in the EBA League.

The higher the level of competition, the harder and more tiring it was to put up points.

His respect for Kobe grew a little more.

Scoring 81 in the NBA—setting aside technique and ability—just the stamina alone was beyond what most people could match.

And then there was Raja Bell's famous line: "Anyone can score 40 points if you give them 30 shots."

The fact was, if you weren't an efficient scorer, even with 30 shot attempts, you'd end up being a rim protector by the end.

Westbrook, as Kobe's die-hard fan, often made Raja Bell eat those words.

Back at his apartment, Sun Hao threw himself onto the bed, ready to sleep.

He was just too tired.

"Congratulations to the host for breaking the single-game scoring record in a top-tier European league. System reward: one 'Shooting Assistant Machine.'"

But just as his upper and lower eyelids were about to lock in battle, a system prompt sounded in his mind.

His drowsiness vanished instantly.

This was the second time he'd heard a system reward.

And he realized the system was definitely doing it on purpose—hitting him with this every time he was completely spent.

Couldn't he have a moment of peace?

Cursing inwardly, Sun Hao still happily entered the system.

Last time, the Shooting Training Machine the system gave him had been incredibly beneficial. He wondered what this Shooting Assistant Machine was.

Entering the system, he understood at a glance.

And his first reaction was: so this thing is called a Shooting Assistant Machine!

In front of him were five racks, each holding five balls.

This... wasn't this just the ball rack used in the Three-Point Contest?

For a moment, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Last time, the Shooting Training Machine was a robot. This time, the Shooting Assistant Machine was a ball rack.

This system... was it suffering from the same naming difficulties as some hack writer?

Still, his mood was pretty good.

To say the 1.0 version of the system was outdated was an understatement—aside from the ball and the hoop, there was nothing else.

He had to pick up a ball after every shot.

Even if he gathered the balls together, he still had to shoot one, then bend down to grab another.

This method was far less efficient, and the rhythm of shooting was easily disrupted.

If the system's time ratio weren't 1:2, he'd honestly rather train in reality.

Now, with this assistant machine, his training efficiency would definitely improve by a large margin.

All talk and no practice wastes a hundred years of learning.

With that thought, Sun Hao walked over to the assistant machine and started testing it.

Just as he stepped up to the machine, it suddenly moved on its own.

It adjusted its height to the most comfortable catching position for him, and the balls on top began to roll.

Even when he walked toward the logo spot, the machine followed and moved right beside him.

High-tech!

Sorry!

Sun Hao apologized to the system very formally.

System stuff really was different from ordinary things.

This thing wasn't just a ball rack—it was a shooting assistant machine!

He grabbed a ball, shot it, turned around, and picked up the second one.

That smooth, continuous feeling made him feel light.

It was like adding lubricant to a piston pump—everything suddenly became seamless.

He could finally practice the one-minute rapid fire.

The so-called one-minute rapid fire was a high-intensity training session within a single minute.

The main purpose of this training method was to improve release speed.

This was also an area Sun Hao needed to improve alongside accuracy.

Fast and accurate—that was the hallmark of a super shooter.

Just like Stephen Curry.

Curry wasn't just accurate; it was said his release time was only 0.33 seconds per shot.

And after practicing for a while, Sun Hao discovered another benefit of this assistant machine.

He could directly train for the three-point contest in the system!

It wasn't about being afraid of shooting accurately—it was about being afraid of practicing too much.

This was practically booking him the three-point contest championship!

After training for a bit, Sun Hao called over the shooting training machine too.

With the two machines working together, everything was set.

He could feel himself getting closer to upgrading his badge level!

It seemed he'd have to break a few more records from now on—these extra system rewards really helped a ton!

When he got tired, Sun Hao sat down on a bench by the court to rest.

The ever-improving training environment made him look forward to the future even more.

And this was just the lowest version of the system—if it could be upgraded, did that mean there would be other items?

Like... a ball boy.

A ball boy with a customizable face?

Customized into a female ball boy?

Customized into a Jocelyn?

Pfft, what was he thinking!

But if there really was a ball boy, that would be amazing.

After all, no machine could beat a person—NBA formal training always came with professional ball boys and trainers.

If the system had that function after upgrading, he could really become the second O'Neal.

Looking like he never trained, yet still being incredibly strong.

Why bother being a Kobe? Let others fight over the hardworking image—he wanted to be the real-life genius boy!

Thanks to Lin Pengpengpeng, Gai Chushou O, Shishui Yefeng 7, Xiang'ai Bansheng, Duyi Wang Jiaren, and Chengguo Shi Renjian Lixiang for the tips—thank you for the support, big shots!

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