Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and continued to practice three-pointers.

Half an hour later, the pain in his right wrist continued to increase.

He took a look at the task completion status in his mind:

[Task Completion Degree: 103/1000]

[Remaining time: 11 hours and 26 minutes]

Only one tenth has been completed.

He frowned and shook his head.

This cannot go on any longer.

He had just thrown a total of more than 150 times, and his wrist was already very painful.

If he continues, he may not be able to play in the next game - although as a short-term contract player, he has a low probability of playing, but as an athlete, he must be ready to play at any time.

But if we don't continue, this opportunity to improve our three-point shooting percentage will be wasted.

This is something he will never allow.

You know, what the Lakers lack most right now is a stable three-point shooting spot.

If he can quickly increase his three-point shooting percentage to 45%, he will have a good chance of being included in the rotation.

At this time, Wang Yi faced a dilemma.

However, the final consequences of these two choices are not ideal.

He glanced at the countdown to the mission in his mind.

The red time is beating coldly.

The system will not take pity on you and will not stop the countdown just because you are injured.

After thinking for a moment, Wang Yi thought of a solution that was not a solution.

Left-handed shot!

He has practiced shooting with his left hand for a period of time, so shooting with his left hand is not unfamiliar to him.

It's just that the proficiency is much lower than that of the right hand.

At this time, another basketball flew towards Wang Yi.

Catch the ball with both hands.

Hold the ball with your left hand and support it with your right hand.

Take off and take action!

Bang——

Without a doubt, a three-point shot!

However, the pain in my right wrist did lessen a bit.

Second ball.

Bang!

Blacksmithing again!

The third ball.

Bang!

Still blacksmithing.

But Wang Yi was not discouraged at all.

There was determination in his eyes.

At this time, he has no way out!

There is no other way but to burn the boat!

Whoosh!

Finally, on the fifth shot, he hit a three-pointer.

On the tenth shot with his left hand, he hit the second three-pointer with his left hand.

Left-handed shooting, 20% hit rate.

In other words, the number of throws he needs to complete the task will be greatly increased.

However, he has no choice.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Whoosh!

Bang...

The sounds of iron strikes echoed in the empty arena.

Occasionally there was the sound of a three-pointer hitting the net.

His training clothes were already soaked with sweat.

Heat was rising from his head.

He was already breathing heavily.

However, he couldn't stop for a moment.
Chapter completed!