The next morning, Lin Feng was the first to arrive at the training hall.

He made an appointment with defensive coach Blanche to practice alone. It can be predicted that after playing against Harden, many guards with an average level in the league will try to play singles with him.

Blanche is a strong man over two meters. He shaved his head and looks extremely powerful, just like Dwayne Johnson.

"Hi Gary, I look so energetic, I bet those guys must still be sleeping."

Blanche walked towards him in sportswear.

Lin Feng smiled, "Maybe, but I was placed in high hopes, so I have to bear more pressure."

Blanche smiled, "Actually you don't have to put too much pressure on yourself. You're not right to be competitive, but sometimes you have to stay relaxed, especially mentally."

"I can see that you were a little nervous in the second half of last night's game. James Harden gave you a lot of oppression. It's a headache, but you finally overcome the past and that's progress."

Blanche is more majestic than Bichler, and his words are always unquestionable.

Everyone always has a smile on their faces. Lin Feng only learned a few days ago that his youngest daughter is about to undergo an important operation in two days because of congenital heart disease. He resolutely chose to stay with the team and face the powerful enemies who are one after another with them.

This is admirable, and even Jenny Buss was moved. Blanche served as the Lakers' defensive coach for five years. From the current Rockets coach D'Anthony to Scott to the current Walton, he has been teaching the Lakers' defense, which is one of the most reassuring links of the team.

Defensive training always has to start. Usually it is team training, and everyone can act as a sparring partner, but now that there are only two of them, the situation becomes subtle and more targeted.

The basketball fell on the floor, and the echo was loud because of the emptyness.

"Gary, where are you going to start?" Blanche asked.

Lin Feng thought for a while, "Start from scratch."

Blanche laughed, "What? You're teasing me. If I remember correctly, you're not one of the best defenders in the league."

I believe I will be asked questions in the future.

Lin Feng smiled slightly, "That's all the past, it's hard to explain it to you clearly."

He has been learning defense from scratch and remains humble. So far, his mind is full of scenes of being passed by Harden in one step when playing against the Rockets.

No, no such scene will be allowed to happen again, damn it!

"Then like me, staring at the ball-holder's feet and the dribble, if you can take care of it, you can look at his face, his expression and expression, which will sell a lot of information."

Blanche continued: "The core of defense is to distinguish between real and fake moves."

Lin Feng shrugged, "This sounds difficult."

Blanche smiled and asked, "I'm curious about how you made accurate predictions before? It's like knowing what your opponent is going to do."

He finally asked about his inner confusion. In fact, many team coaching staff have seen the problem. The "superstar killer" who had almost made the top defenders like Curry and Lillard lose their best in the last two games, and their defensive efficiency has dropped sharply, even worse than Clarkson of the Cavaliers.

No one knew what the problem was, only Lin Feng, so he appeared in the training hall urgently in order to not be beaten when facing Westbrook again in the next game.

In order to train Lin Feng's concentration, Blanche did an interesting two-person training.

Lin Feng stood on the inside of the three-point line to defend, with his hands on his waist and unable to leave. Blanche, standing opposite him, could only dribble and shoot but not break through, and his movement range was limited.

If Blanche makes a false vote to worship Buddha, and Lin Feng tries to block and leaves his waist with both hands, then Lin Feng loses.

But if Blanche jumped and Lin Feng didn't respond, then Blanche scored one point.

"All I can do is dribble in a small range, and then choose to worship Buddha or shoot. And what you have to do is think about whether to loosen your hands on your waist and try to block it."

Blanche explained the rules to him, which was easy to understand. Lin Feng nodded after hearing this.

"My worship of Buddha will be very realistic, because I have practiced for a long time, so you have to observe carefully so that I can't be deceived. But I bet you will not win the game 100%.

Blanche is very confident in himself, and it is hard to imagine that his big guy would make Stephen Curry-like spiritual activities at the three-point line.

"I won't make mistakes, never once."

Lin Feng is also full of confidence. You should know that Blanche's physique is here, and the big guy will go slow motion when he makes a prayer. Lin Feng has enough time to observe whether he wants to shoot.

The moment of slapping the face is coming soon, and it turns out that Blanche's worship of Buddha is indeed very realistic.

In the first attempt, he tricked Lin Feng into three dribblings. After making the Buddha worship action, he successfully let Lin Feng loosen his hand around his waist and try to block it.

"n! You are more flexible than Shake O'Neal! God, send me a video of you playing, I would think it was Jordan playing."

Lin Feng, who was unwilling to accept it, kicked the air hard, and then trotted half a circle around the top of the arc.

Blanche held the ball and showed a satisfied expression. In fact, he had convinced many players in this training. The last one was Kuzma, and that guy was deceived almost every time he worshiped Buddha.

"I said my fake moves are very realistic, so don't take action easily."

Lin Feng let out a long sigh, jumped on the spot, adjusting his condition and preparing for a second attempt.

“I won’t make the same mistake again.”

With a stance in mind, Lin Feng put his hands around his waist and stared at Blanche's ball holder.

Blanche, who was two meters tall, began to dribble, swaying slightly from left to right. He did not deceive Lin Feng for the first time, but the second time he seduced him into being deceived.

"Shet! I can't stand it anymore! It's really stupid. I want to punish myself for not being able to fall asleep tonight!"

Lin Feng didn't expect that he would make such a low-level mistake. He imagined that if he was facing Stephen Curry, he would definitely be beaten into a pool of mud and be humiliated with great shame!

Blanche held the basketball in his hand and patted his shoulder with a smile, "Don't feel sad. I've been tricked by Kobe Bryant. Maybe I'm the most realistic coach in the entire league. Will it be much more comfortable to think about it?"

Lin Feng smiled and touched his fists, "You are such a bad guy."

In the next forty minutes, Lin Feng kept putting the ball at his waist and following Blanche for this training, from the top of the three-point arc to the free throw line, and then to the basket.

The talented Lin Feng learned very quickly and soon he could predict Blanche's next move according to the rhythm.

Blanche was not surprised by his learning talent, because as early as the summer league stage, Lin Feng's light suddenly appeared, letting him know that he would be a rising star.

His conjecture has now deepened and has been confirmed step by step.
Chapter completed!