What? The trainer is warming up.

Chapter 7 The Basketball Court, Fat and Skinny Monks

After getting home from get off work, Qin Yu studied the system carefully again.

Currently, I have 7 points in the system. I spent 80 of my original 100 points to add points for Oden and 20 to add points for myself. The remaining 7 points were from winning one-on-one duels with Oden.

A 7-5 victory over Oden, even with an injured Oden, was enough to make Qin Yu happy all day.

However, the points reward is really too little. Oden is "The Emperor," and scoring a goal over him only earns one point.

This is outrageous.

"How exactly are these points rewards calculated?"

Qin Yu was puzzled.

The system responded immediately, explaining that the points reward was actually calculated based on Qin Yu's score. For example, if Qin Yu scored a goal over Oden in his one-on-one match today, earning two points, the system would reward him with one point.

If you make a three-pointer, you will be awarded 1.5 points.

Of course, the amount of reward points also depends on who the opponent is. If it were an ordinary amateur player or basketball enthusiast, it would be impossible to get 0.5 points for every point scored.

"Earning points is so hard!"

Qin Yu sighed, looking at the points on the system panel, and decided not to add any more points for now. He'd save them for later.

Qin Yu then further verified the effect of the points system. He found that the points system had limitations and was not a panacea. After adding 20 points, his previously injured knee was significantly better, but not completely healed.

"But following this logic, as long as we keep adding points, both Oden's and my injuries should be healed, and we might even be better than before..."

A smile appeared on Qin Yu's lips.

Today's gains are truly immense. With the system's help, my future is no longer bleak; it's like a true rebirth.

Not only can he use the system to add points to heal his left knee, which was seriously injured and has never fully recovered, but he can also continuously add points to improve his speed, strength, explosiveness, and even basketball skills... Without a doubt, he will become stronger and stronger, surpassing his past and present, and becoming a professional player will no longer be just a dream, and even making it to the NBA is not impossible.

Perhaps one day in the future, I will be able to defeat Oden in a fair fight.

Everything is different now.

Even the world has become more vibrant.

"Of course, all of this is based on having enough points."

Thinking about this, Qin Yu felt a bit troubled again. He would have another one-on-one match with Oden tomorrow. Winning today's match had an element of luck, and he probably wouldn't win tomorrow. It was hard to say how many points he would get. Hmm, he still had to try to make these one-on-one matches a regular occurrence. Even if he only got one point each time, it was still a point.

"However, besides a one-on-one duel with Oden, I still need to find another way. Casting a wide net is the best way to catch more fish, and the more points I earn, the better!"

There won't be much progress from the Trail Blazers for now; apart from Oden, no one else is likely to agree to a one-on-one matchup with him.

Besides, apart from a few "injured" players, Qin Yu couldn't beat the Trail Blazers' healthy players either. Unless the other team deliberately lost, it would be difficult for him to earn points. And deliberately losing wouldn't earn points; the system had already blocked that path.

Having made up his mind, Qin Yu began to make plans.

......

The next day, Qin Yu went to the stadium as usual.

Today was exceptionally different from usual; the way people looked at him, including the staff, was different.

After Qin Yu walked away, some people gathered together and discussed, "Who is this guy? He hit Jason and wasn't fired."

"I don't know. I don't recall ever hearing that he had any background before. Otherwise, Jason wouldn't have dared to bully him like that."

"That's even stranger."

"I heard that Payne was originally going to fire him, but Oden barged into Payne's office to save him, threatening Payne that he would only be able to fire Qin if he stepped over his dead body."

"Wow, really? Oden and him don't seem to have much of a relationship?"

"You don't know this, do you? Let me tell you a secret, Qin and Oden are actually best friends. You can't just go public with that kind of relationship like that. If Qin hadn't hit Jason this time, and things hadn't blown up so much, Oden wouldn't have made it public..."

Qin Yu didn't hear the whispers, but he did notice that everyone was looking at him differently, which seemed a bit strange.

It's strange in a way that's hard to explain.

Some people even made bets on whether Qin or Oden was gay... Anyway, no matter who was gay, everyone thought one of them was gay.

Only a very few people noticed during training that Oden was different from before, such as Brandon Roy.

......

Inside the training stadium.

Roy stared at Oden for a while, which made LaMarcus Aldridge a little curious. He leaned closer to Roy and nudged him with his shoulder: "You've been staring at Oden for so long, have you figured out who's gay between him and Qin?"

What?

Roy was taken aback, then couldn't help rolling his eyes, saying irritably, "Dude, you don't actually believe those rumors, do you?"

Aldridge's eyes widened. "Isn't that right?"

This kind of thing isn't uncommon in the US, and it's not unheard of in the NBA either. However, Aldridge is already in his twenties, yet he acts like a naive kid, believing everything he hears, which leaves Roy speechless. He shakes his head before saying, "Have you noticed that Oden's shooting is much better today than yesterday?"

Huh?

Aldridge observed carefully and realized it was true. He wasn't stupid and quickly realized, "You mean, this is related to Qin Yu?"

Roy turned his head, his gaze falling on Qin Yu: "I can only say that it's possible, otherwise Oden would have no reason to defend Qin Yu. Besides, Payne isn't an idiot."

This is the key.

Payne isn't an idiot. Even if Oden and Qin Yu are really lovers, would Payne not fire Qin Yu just because of that?

What a joke.

However, it was all just suspicion. Roy wouldn't jump to conclusions like others, nor would he defend Qin Yu and Oden.

It doesn't matter.

Over here, Qin Yu is instructing Oden on rehabilitation training. His movements are still exaggerated and bizarre, like a street circus act.

However, Oden didn't care at all; he was only happy.

"Yes, that's it, hang in there."

"Hmm, this movement needs some adjustment. Lift your legs a little higher, stick your butt out..."

Qin Yu offered only perfunctory guidance, without giving Oden any further help, intending to observe Oden's recovery progress over the next couple of days.

After training ended, the players left one by one, but Qin Yu and Oden stayed behind for a one-on-one match.

The result left Qin Yu very frustrated.

This time Oden was serious.

From the very beginning, he attacked hard, giving Qin Yu no chance at all. If Qin Yu hadn't been lucky, with his shooting route blocked, he could have made a lucky three-pointer by throwing it out with one hand while his body was tilted. He might not have even scored a single point. However, in the end, he still lost to Oden 2-7.

They only scored one lucky goal, earning 1.5 points.

"As expected, I still can't beat Oden when things get serious, even when he's injured. I can't just keep earning points here; I need to find new ways to increase my chances."

Qin Yu decided to "cast a wide net," and after training, he packed his backpack and headed to the local community court.

......

Portland, located in northwestern Oregon, is known as the "City of Roses." With a population of only a few hundred thousand, it boasts beautiful scenery and a rich cultural atmosphere, making it a nationally renowned art city. The city is home to numerous art galleries, art parties, and art districts.

This is a paradise for coffee lovers, a haven for artists, a city adorned with roses, and also a haven for shopaholics, because there's no sales tax here...

Compared to New York and Los Angeles, Portland is just a small city, but it also has its own NBA team – the Portland Trail Blazers.

Therefore, the basketball atmosphere here is not diminished by the small population. Basketball courts can be found in streets and alleys, community parks and other places. In these places, you can always see people who love basketball sweating it out and enjoying the joy that basketball brings.

Colonel Summers Park is a very popular basketball gathering place in the area.

The park is surrounded by green trees, with a beautiful environment. The basketball court is nestled among the trees, where golden sunlight shines down, creating a blend of fresh and warm atmosphere.

"This is going to be a good show today. See that number 52 on the white team? That chubby guy, don't let his size fool you, he dribbles like a juggler and his three-point shot is pretty accurate."

"And that number 7, he's a bit skinny, but he's fast and has a great jump. Don't be fooled by his size, he's actually a center, and quite formidable..."

"Based on this, the Red Team can't win."

"They definitely can't win. The guys on the white team are all people who play together regularly. I've watched their games, and they're really good. The red team is just a makeshift team. Hank is alright, but he's nowhere near as good as the white team's number 7."

When Qin Yu arrived at Colonel Summers Park, he could hear people talking in the distance.

A match is about to begin.

On one side is the red team wearing red jerseys, and on the other side is the white team.

Hearing the people's discussion, Qin Yu couldn't help but look towards the White Team, his gaze falling on number 7 and number 52. He found it interesting. Number 52 was chubby and about 1.88 meters tall. At first glance, he didn't look like someone who would play basketball. Number 7, on the other hand, was tall and thin. He was indeed quite tall, close to two meters, but he was as thin as a bamboo pole. He looked like he would be blown away by a strong wind no matter where he stood.

This pair seemed a bit unusual; when they stood together, Qin Yu felt like the "fat and thin monks" from a movie.

As for the Red Team, it seems that only that guy wearing the number 9 jersey, who is a little over 1.9 meters tall, is somewhat formidable; I think his name is "Hank".

To Qin Yu's surprise, he saw an Asian player among the white team's players. He had yellow skin and black hair, but he didn't know if he was Chinese.

Just as Qin Yu was sizing up the players from both sides, a female voice rang in his ear: "Handsome, do you know how to play basketball?"

Qin Yu turned his head and saw a fair-skinned girl, about twenty years old, staring at him. Her long golden hair shone with a hazy glow in the twilight.

"handsome guy."

The girl called out again, and Qin Yu was then sure. He said, "Are you talking to me? Oh, I know a little basketball."

"A little bit?" The girl was clearly disappointed, muttering under her breath, "Seeing how tall you are, I thought you'd be good at basketball. Sigh, it looks like Hank and his team are doomed to lose today. They're not as good as them to begin with, and they don't even have any substitutes." Then she realized what she meant, gave Qin Yu an apologetic smile, and said, "Excuse me, my name is Ellie, nice to meet you."

"My name is Qin Yu." Qin Yu smiled slightly and asked, "Are you looking for a substitute player for the Red Team? But I see the game is about to start, is that feasible?"

"Of course," Ellie replied. "The Red Team was just a makeshift squad anyway, anyone can join..."

After Ellie explained, Qin Yu understood.

Today's game was actually a challenge for the White Team, but some of the top players weren't there. Only Hank, center Wells, and small forward Allen were present. After discussing it, the three decided to accept the challenge. However, due to a shortage of players, they had to pick two from the crowd, making it a makeshift team. They didn't even have any substitutes; they were definitely short-handed and could still join.

"Do you want to join?" Ellie sized up Qin Yu, thinking to herself, "If you know a little, then you don't know anything." Before Qin Yu could speak, she shook her head: "Forget it, you can't play ball. Although you're handsome, you're not of any use."

"Fine, I'll take that as a compliment." Qin Yu rolled his eyes, not in a hurry to refute. Anyway, the competition had just begun, so he'd wait and see.