Campus Basketball Storm (Part 3)

Terrible coach

"Hey, Ajie, don't be so anxious when you jump. Believe that you can hold it up and try to relax your body. Don't be so anxious, just like you are standing on land and doing movements. Come! Do it again!" Ye Changfeng shouted dissatisfied.

"Damn it, it's better than singing. I've just started learning!" Xiang Jie squatted under the basket rack and shouted in his hand holding the basketball.

"What are you learning? You are 1.93 meters tall, why can't you even have one hand buckle in the air? How can you go out and have a good time? We are the bosses of all Jiangsu now. If you pull it out, you must be majestic!" Zhai Yong leaned against the wall, laughing on the fire.

"Get out, the height of not 1.9 meters has no right to speak!" Xiang Jie rolled his eyes.

"Tsk!" Zhai Yong replied, then ran to Long Guang, where the two of them practiced passing the ball.

"The curve of the sideways is smaller, be bolder! Do it again!" Ye Changfeng's voice sounded again.

"Diet on the sun!" Xiang Jie picked up the basketball helplessly and walked towards the outside, preparing to do it again.

"Well, that's it. When you turn around, keep your elbows straight, don't be afraid of hurting people. This is a professional offensive move. Only when the movements are coherent, the referee will not blow!" Under the other basket, Yan Yufeng and Han Dazhu were practicing the confrontation at the basket.

"Come on, if you have more strength, you should turn your body faster and try to lean back as much as possible. By the way, your left foot is stepping outward, but keep it parallel to your right foot. This way the turning posture is very stable and has a great guarantee for the hit rate after taking action!" Yan Yufeng was doing a sparring exercise while carefully pointing out Han Dazhu's turning shortcomings.

Wang Zhiquan and Cao Tao were practicing emergency stop jump shots. One of them passed and the other shot, without any intention of neglecting.

It is three o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun shines through the rows of large windows high above the stadium, revealing the frame of the windows, and sprinkling in the basketball training hall of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School.

Everyone was shouting in the museum, and everyone was training hard. Although the coaches were not there at this moment, everyone did not relax at all. After more than a year of training, Beiyang No. 12 Middle School has gradually become a very strict team.

"Punk, where are the captain?" Zhai Yong.

"Who knows, you should go to our sister-in-law! Recently, the two of them seem to be making rapid progress!" Long Guang smiled wickedly.

"Oh, haha, I knew you must have been following me, come! Tell me some!" Zhai Yong was excited and a lewd smile appeared on his face.

"Last night, Captain Plateau made Lin Lei out of the maple forest in the back playground of the school, and then the two of them were ``````````````!" Long Guang walked to Zhai Yong and whispered.

"What are you doing? Why don't you move!" Yan Yufeng glanced sharply at Zhai Yong and Long Guang and the others muttered something, and shouted immediately.

"Nothing, we are talking about how to spread it is the best!" The two were startled and immediately separated. Long Guang, who had a quick reaction, explained with a dry smile.

"It's training time now, let's talk about it after the training!" Yan Yufeng shouted with a frown.

"I understand!" Zhai Yong and Longguang looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes. There was no way. Now Yan Yufeng is the veritable boss of the team. During training time, he is very serious.

"Let's chat later!" Zhai Yong whispered, and then passed the ball seriously.

"Yeah!" Long Guang replied, ran down sideways, caught the ball, and then grabbed the ball's angle, but it hit the ground very accurately to the inside of the three-second zone.

In the past half month, in order to prepare for the national competition that will be coming soon, the whole team has made great efforts and corrected each person's shortcomings and problems. Xiang Jie still lacks explosive power and offensive courage. Therefore, after discussing with Ye Changfeng, Yan Yufeng decided to let him make more difficult dunks to increase his murderous aura and domineeringness.

As for Han Dazhu's shortcomings of being defensive, having few tricks and slow turn around, Yan Yufeng also came out as a coach to correct him.

Wang Zhiquan is a typical shooting style, and it was also thought by Gao Yuan that he used to increase his shooting volume to increase his shooting percentage.

For Zhai Yong, Long Guang and others, because most of them play the role of passing the ball in the game, it is very correct to increase the amount of exercise in this regard.

Since coach Wang Xuechao resigned voluntarily half a month ago and became an assistant coach, and the position of head coach has always been vacant, many things are managed and negotiated by Yan Yufeng and the other two. For example, everyone has a training plan, and each plan is made with the joint discussion of Yan, Ye and the senior three.

Most of the plans are almost the participation of Yan Yufeng. Privately, the whole team has long regarded Yan Yufeng as the new captain, and Gao Yuan has long abdicated and given up the wise. The only thing waiting for now is the arrival of a new coach to announce this.

"Everyone, take a break!" Yan Yufeng looked up at the big clock hanging high on the left wall of the arena, and then shouted loudly.

"Huh!" The whole team couldn't help but whine out, and sat down in groups of three or three to rest.

"Changfeng!" Yan Yufeng waved to Ye Changfeng, who was still saying something to Xiang Jie.

"Here you come!" Ye Changfeng replied and ran over.

"Where is the captain?" Yan Yufeng asked.

"I didn't see it. He came to lie down before training, and then ran out!" Ye Changfeng replied.

"Where is the coach?" Yan Yufeng turned around again, looked around, and asked.

"I was there before the training started, but I didn't see it later!" Ye Changfeng spread his hands and replied.

"What's going on today? No one is there?" Yan Yufeng said to himself.

"Yufeng! I have something in my heart and want to tell you!" Ye Changfeng suddenly said.

"What's the matter?" Yan Yufeng looked at Ye Changfeng, and his face was full of worry.

"It has been half a month since I hired a coach, why isn't there any coach willing to come? If this continues, it will definitely affect our training outline. Look at you, for training, you have not trained systematically, and you have spent all your time. If this matter is not solved, it will be detrimental to everyone!" Ye Changfeng said the worries that had been held in his heart for a long time.

Yan Yufeng was silent, patted Ye Changfeng on the shoulder, and said cautiously: "This training must bring our strength to the next level. If we maintain this level, it will be too dangerous to be in the April National Competition. You must know that the teams we are facing now are all champions from provinces, and there is no talk of weak travel. Regarding myself, I have a way to maintain a good state, so don't worry about this!" After saying that, Yan Yufeng showed a sunny smile to Ye Changfeng.

Ye Changfeng seemed to be infected by Yan Yufeng's smile, and most of his worries disappeared. He nodded and said, "Since that's the case, I won't say much. Everyone has to make more effort. It would be a pity if they fail!"

"Well! We must not fail!" Yan Yufeng clenched his fists.

"The rules of the game in April are three games and two wins, each with one home court. If the draw is tied, the draw will decide whose home court will be played. In my opinion, the rules are acceptable. Even if one mistake is made, there is still a chance!" Ye Changfeng told the information he had searched overnight last night.

"Oh, is that true? That's great!" Yan Yufeng said in surprise.

"Well, but we can't take it lightly. Well, we can break out of the southern area and meet the experts from the northern area!" Ye Changfeng became more and more excited as he spoke, and his eyebrows were raised to his forehead.

"Haha! Look at how you said!" Yan Yufeng smiled and pushed Ye Changfeng, and Ye Changfeng immediately pushed back, and the two of them laughed.

"By the way, are you smart?" Yan Yufeng suddenly recalled.

"He? I don't know! Maybe there is a class!" Ye Changfeng thought for a while and replied.

"Bad, he has already transferred to No. 12 Middle School. In addition, Zhutou has specially transferred him to the first year of high school. He is in the same grade as us now. We don't have classes, so where can he have classes? He must have gone out to play again." Yan Yufeng said angrily.

"Haha, don't be angry with him. He is just a child. But then again, you are really capable. You can transfer Shangzhi from No. 2 Middle School to No. 12 Middle School, and you have also transferred to the first year of high school. You don't need to take the high school entrance exam. It's so awesome!" Ye Changfeng said this, and he couldn't help but become suspicious.

Yan Yufeng must have thought of how he came to No. 12 Middle School and immediately started the topic: "Actually it's nothing. Now that our team has made such a great contribution, Zhutou must give us some face. Besides, there is no problem with the above wise grades, it's okay to go directly to the first year of high school! You said so!" After saying that, he looked at Ye Changfeng with some guilt.

Ye Changfeng looked at Yan Yufeng with suspicion and asked, "It's that simple?"

"It's that simple! I won't say much, it's time to train!" Yan Yufeng was afraid that Ye Changfeng would ask again, and immediately threw a sentence and ran away, then shouted loudly to everyone stand up and start a new training.

Ye Changfeng looked at Yan Yufeng's back calmly and said to himself: "Yufeng, you are so mysterious! What is behind you?"

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Ouyang Shangzhi poked out of the woods with his head and his eyes dripped around. He finally confirmed that there was no one in the court. Then he smiled proudly and walked out of the woods with a basketball in his hand.

"I am the smartest. I have to be scolded by the boss in the stadium. I am not so stupid! I can come here to practice alone, haha, I have played the ball again, and I am less scolded, haha``````` I am so smart!" Ouyang Shangzhi became more and more proud of himself, and couldn't help laughing childishly again.

With a ball in the empty court, Ouyang Shangzhi began to play freely, stepping down, and then turning around again, with a full street basketball smell. It was twice, and you could see it at any time, but Ouyang Shangzhi seemed to not feel it, and he still played very H. Even a layup could not take three steps, one step or two steps, and then suddenly a low-handed throwing ball came. His head deliberately looked elsewhere and didn't look at the basket at all. It looked cool, but the ball could not enter at all. He smashed the board and immediately bounced to the other side.

Ouyang Shangzhi snorted, ran over, caught the ball with one hand, and then dribbled the ball with one hand under the climax with only one hand, and his body was shaking around, and he looked very funny.

If Yan Yufeng stood beside him, he would definitely start to curse again, because Ouyang Shangzhi's method of playing basketball without any basketball rules made Yan Yufeng angry.

After returning from half a month, Yan Yufeng suddenly realized that Ouyang Shangzhi's playing style had changed. It turned out that his dribbling posture had become more than half. After grabbing Sun Ming and asking, Yan Yufeng wanted to throw Sun Ming, who was pretending to be pitiful, out of the earth.

For the past half month, Sun Ming has been hiding with Ouyang Shangzhi and Fang Xiang. With Ouyang Shangzhi's already very skillful dribbling feel, he can be said to be easy to learn this trick in half month. And the most terrifying thing is that the elf power in Ouyang Shangzhi's bones suddenly became out of control under the temptation of street basketball. According to Sun Ming himself, now he and Fang Xiang can no longer fight against Ouyang Shangzhi. Even if they are guarding each other, they will be deceived by him.

This was good news, but when Yan Yufeng went to see Ouyang Shangzhi play in person, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Yan Yufeng knew very well what would happen if this continued. The result was not bad, or even some better result. However, facing the national competition that was about to arrive, Ouyang Shangzhi was completely unstable and did not understand the true meaning of street basketball style, it was definitely a big mistake to bring him to the court without understanding the true meaning of street basketball.

When it comes to the game, this is not a joke.

The referee will not pay attention to you what street basketball is or what basketball performing arts is. If you turn the ball away, you will directly throw the ball to the opponent. If you make a fool of yourself, you will throw away the goal you must score.

If this continues, Yan Yufeng will never let Ouyang Shangzhi play, so what does this mean?

Doesn’t this mean that everything Yan Yufeng did before was in vain?

Therefore, Yan Yufeng began to force Ouyang Shangzhi to go to the stadium for training, hoping to correct his current style, but Ouyang Shangzhi subconsciously refused, so the current scene appeared.

Ouyang Shangzhi suddenly held the ball and moved forward, then leaned his body, then stepped out of his left foot, but stepped on the ground halfway, and his body stopped, and then stopped his leaning forward. Then Ouyang Shangzhi pulled the basketball he was pulling back, took a step down, changed hands and moved it from another direction, and threw one hand high towards the basket.

"Brush!" Jingkongxin Center Net.

"Cool!" Ouyang Shangzhi praised himself first, smiled and controlled the ball again, and dribbled forward.

"Hey, I'm so bored alone. I don't understand why the boss has changed so much after seeing him for half a month, and is so fierce to me!" Ouyang Shangzhi muttered to himself, and pouted his little mouth depressedly.

"It would be great if Brother Xiang was there, I could play tricks on him again!" Ouyang Shangzhi immediately smiled happily when he thought of knocking Fang Xiang to the ground.

Turning around, Ouyang Shangzhi threw the ball out. This posture was quite correct, but he was a little anxious and he didn't finish the movement at all.

Sure enough, the ball hit the basket and exploded, landed on the ground, and rolled out of the field.

Ouyang Shangzhi hummed, watching the ball gradually rolling away in depression, sighed, and had to run so far to pick up the ball again. It was so depressing. If two people played, they wouldn't be so depressed.

Suddenly, Ouyang Shangzhi saw a person sitting next to the ball rolling to the stands. He was surprised and shouted: "Pick up a ball and throw it over!"

Shang Lin looked at the boy who was very childish with a smile. He had long seen the scene of his practice of football just now. While surprised by the boy's skillful feel, he also laughed at the boy's streetball movements that entertained himself.

However, he was still very surprised. He could see such a young child having such a ball-handling feel here, especially in the 12 Middle School where he was very mysterious, and he became more and more surprised.

If you come well, it is a good material.

Shang Lin thought to himself.

"Can you hear it?" Ouyang Shangzhi saw that the adult had ignored him, so he put his hand beside his mouth and shouted in a trumpet-shaped manner.

"Haha!" Shang Lin smiled and shook his head, suddenly stood up, bent down and grabbed the basketball next to him, and then walked over.

"Give me the ball back!" Ouyang Shangzhi opened his hand and said.
To be continued...