Heinthorne entered the league in the mid-1950s, and he grew up in George's youth. This is the era of McCann.

Most of the technological prototypes of modern basketball have appeared during this period.

Heinthorne's shooting was an extremely neat jump shot, but his jump shots and free throws were not synchronized. His free throws were extremely weird. The assists didn't use the assists throughout the whole game, and they only used their right hand to send the ball out. As we all know, the correct use of the assists can ensure the stability of the free throw, while Heinthorne took out a career-average 79% shooting percentage by almost one-handed free throw.

As for his jump shot, Wei Xia felt more and more that he was carved out of the same mold as John Haflicek.

Could it be that... Havlicek trained the shooting that heinthorne trained in the middle of his career?

And he has pushed the historical process forward for almost five years?

"Did you see clearly? You shouldn't be in a daze, right? Hongduo? Hongduo? Hey!"

"No intention to offend," Wei Xia said shyly, "Tommy, can you tell me your hit rate?"

Hearing this, Heinthorne said proudly and proudly: "Good question, this is definitely a fucking good question, because you undoubtedly stepped on a piece of shit. I just shot my career-high shooting percentage last season - 42.9%.

Wei Xia's mouth twitched.

In his perception, 42.9% is too low.

He forgot something, such as Bill Russell, whose shooting percentage last season was only 45%, and Sam Jones, the highest in the team, was 47%. Apart from Chamberlain's rare monster, players whose training level and game philosophy remained in the 1940s and 1950s could not be as efficient as the era he knew.

Just like fans in the small ball era have become accustomed to the high efficiency of players, looking back ten years ago, the data that once looked gorgeous and beautiful is no longer eye-catching.

With real hit rate and high-level data, Harden's average of 35 points per game is as calm as Joe, Doncic's average of accurate triple-double average is as stable as a tortoise, Trae Young averages nearly 3010 assists but leads the team to compare the No. 1 pick, which is really not very exciting at all.

Wei Xia quickly calmed down. If his experience at this time was real history, then Havlicek would be far from the person he had known before. At least, his total score would be improved, and his iron-smashing record might reach a height that later generations could not reach.

Auerbach promised to find a shooting mentor for Wei Xia and made a plan.

The specific plan is this: Heinthorne teaches front shots, and Sam Jones, the founder of the shooting shooting on both the left and right wings, teaches shooting on the board.

For nearly a month, Wei Xia studied with two shooting masters in the old days.

Their skills may not significantly surpass their juniors, but their experience and shooting philosophy are the essence of it and are worth learning.

Especially Jones's grasp of shooting with the board reminded Weisha of Tim Duncan.

In one day's training, Wei Xia and Jonesby shot from the left and right sides. The latter made 197 of 200 shots, and Wei Xia's shooting percentage will exceed 50%.

"Don't be sad, Hongduo, this is the difference between you ordinary people and me, the key gentleman. As the king of attacking Celtics, I appreciate your ambition, keep cheering and keep going." Looking at a old-fashioned black man pretending to be Huang Xiaoming's level in Larry Bird's tone, which makes people feel particularly uncomfortable. It's really an experience beyond imagination and within the range of tolerance of ordinary people.

Sam Jones is perhaps the most classic model for the Cay star small forward.

He is not very good-looking and doesn't have much ability. If he really wants to fight, he seems to be no worse than Elgin Baylor, Jerry West, and Oscar Robertson of his contemporaries. He is not convinced by anyone, arrogant, and good at squirting out trash words that make people emotionally out of control.

Wei Xia entered the arena independently for the first time.

It was one night in mid-July, when he completed a day of training in the old days, returned home, fell asleep, and then went to the arena easily, entering the light curtain with the first match.

And that was the first game of the 1962-63 season.

On October 20, 1962, the Boston Celtics vs. New York Knicks.

There was no one in the Knicks' team. Anyway, Wei Xia from the future didn't hear a "Oh, you're lucky, you're lucky, you're lucky." He saw a "Who is this?", "Who is that?"... They are passers-by who was forgotten by history.

Wei Xia found that when he came to the arena independently, he could decide whether he wanted to play this game.

For example, today, he can actually control his consciousness to float in the old Boston Gardens.

Wei Xia watched the game in the middle of the game until Haflicek came on the court, and he immediately possessed himself.

As a result, he was like in reality. Auerbach replaced him and forgot to replace him. Weisha played for 25 minutes in place of Haflicek, made 12 vicious moves, hit 5 goals, scored 13 points, 3 rebounds and 1 assist.

This is how his data should be seen.

All jump shots outside the free throw line missed.

If Bob Cusi hadn't staged a four-time 50-meter long pass at the floor magician level, his data would have been ugly.

In the whole game, the Celtics scored 149 points.

That's right, you read it right, 149 points.

Super fast pace, super hasty shooting choices, combined with the Knicks' super bad defense and super stable rotation.

All 12 players on the Celtics' activation list got the chance to play, and the 12th player in the lineup, Dan Swartz, scored 10 points in 10 minutes of playing time.

The Knicks suffered a crushing defeat, and Wei Xia also heard the alarm clock in the real world after the game.

He knew that it was time for him to leave.

When we opened our eyes, what caught Wei Xia's eyes was the clock directly in front of us

At this time, at 7:40.

The old time and time in the arena seem to be not linked to reality.

Just like tonight, he spent a day in the old time, playing a full game in the arena, and the time he woke up was the same as usual.

The first thing Wei Xia did after getting up was to search the Internet for Haflicek's life.

He wondered how much he had influenced.

His search result is that except for his rookie season, Haflicek averaged 20 points per game in every season.

His total career score increased from the original 26,000 points to 30,192 points, as for the number of irons...

The data changes are amazing.

As for the championship, there has been no change. Havlicek still has nine championships, no more or less, just one more fmvp.

Wei Xia couldn't help but cover her lips with her hands.

History has been changed by his own hands, and he is excited, excited, and a little scared.

He is worried that he will have some bad effects in the future.

"Felix!"

Wei Chun entered without knocking on the door, "You must take good care of your brother!"

"Isn't he your brother?" Wei Xia turned around and asked strangely.

His sister Wei Chun was once a great beauty, but unfortunately she was born with a physique that was easy to absorb nutrients. She currently weighed more than 220 kilograms, and her height of 170 cannot get rid of the extra fat on her body.

She is an unquestionable fat man.

"He will not eat and live in my house for free, nor will he use my money to buy luxury goods indiscriminately. You should take care of him. He is idle now, and if he continues like this, he will become a useless person!"

Weisha closed Haflicek's page and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

"He has been playing games at home for seven consecutive days!" Wei Chunkuang made a report, "He doesn't go out to work or do housework. It seems that the game console is his brothers and sisters. If this continues, his life will be over. You must control him!"

Wei Xia believes that it is a very correct decision to let his brother mess around outside and cause some tricky troubles, staying at home to play Call of Duty to waste his life without much value.

"Actually, you don't have to do housework. We can hire a nanny." Wei Xia said seriously.

"Do you think I will be like Randall? Such a good place, with no rent, water and electricity, and you can live like a rich man without paying any living expenses. If I don't ask me to help with some work, wouldn't I be Randall's second?" After that, she said, and said, "We're not the wrong thing along the way."

Wei Xia closed the laptop and went to the game room to visit his brother who was invisible to the sun.

It makes sense for Wei Chun to get angry. Apart from the shiny game console, it is like a homeless place to stay, garbage all over the place, mixed with odor from unknown places, as well as unfinished food and beverages all over the floor, and Wei Qiu's face was full of stubbornness, and the atmosphere of decadence and abandonment continued to spread from the entire game room.

"Philly, do you want to play together? I will pass the level soon." Wei Qiu also gave up a position.

Wei Xia said in embarrassment: "I just come in and see if you are fine."

"To be honest, I have lived for so many years, and no time has it been better than now." Wei Qiu's face was as sloppy as a savage, "It's all thanks to you, I will do anything for you."

Wei Xia asked skeptically: "If I ask you to turn off the game console and go outside to take a breath of fresh air."

"That's to die. Are you going to murder your biological brother?" Wei Qiu asked sadly.

"Since that's the case, I won't disturb you anymore, but I still recommend that you pay attention to your personal hygiene. This place is becoming less and less like a place where people live." Wei Xia said helplessly.

"I didn't plan to live here either."

Wei Qiu, who had been living in it for a week, successfully left Wei Xia speechless.

My stupid brother...

What else can he say? Whatever he likes, he can't use the game room anyway, just pretend that this room does not exist.
Chapter completed!