Yan Yufeng, who was about to shoot, stopped and turned around.

"How high can you jump?" Shang Lin asked.

"About one meter!" Yan Yufeng hesitated and replied.

"Well!" Shang Lin nodded expressionlessly. He had guessed this answer long ago. He continued: "Then you can naturally shoot a basket and see!"

Yan Yufeng responded, picked up the ball, and stood there and threw it out.

The ball hit the basket and bounced out.

"One more!" Shang Lin immediately handed over a basketball.

Yan Yufeng took a deep breath, took the ball and threw it out.

"brush!"

This time, the ball was beautifully hollow into the net.

Turning around, Yan Yufeng thought that the cold coach would show a look of admiration, but he didn't know that there was no change in his face.

"You shoot another one!" Shang Lin handed another ball.

Yan Yufeng took the ball silently and shot it out.

"brush!"

Another hollow.

"Come here!" Shang Lin took action and said.

Yan Yufeng walked closer uneasyly.

"Do you know how high your feet are from the ground when you jump up?" Shang Lin asked.

Yan Yufeng was stunned. He really never thought about this problem.

"Since you can jump one meter, why do you shoot less than 30 centimeters from the ground?" Shang Lin looked at Yan Yufeng sternly.

"Now you naturally don't feel it, but if you face a player who is better than you and is as flexible as you, do you think you can shoot in such a shooting posture?" Shang Lin didn't even give Yan Yufeng a chance to answer, and then asked.

"This is another bad habit! When you often play in a group of people who are shorter than you or as tall as you, you will naturally lower your shooting height, which is inevitable!" Shang Lin seemed to be scolding, but also seemed to be revealing the answer for Yan Yufeng.

Yan Yufeng showed a thoughtful expression on his face. Shang Lin patted his shoulder and said, "You have a good shooting posture and a better bounce, but you only waste and use these advantages on dunks. This is really stupid!"

Yan Yufeng's face turned red in an instant. For the first time in his life, he listened to someone's speech with conviction.

"Since you already understand what the problem is, then you know how to do it now, right?" Shang Lin seemed to be asking, but his eyes were serious.

"I understand, coach!" Yan Yufeng lowered his head and replied.

"Well, go ahead, remember, don't deliberately jump shots, but shoot the ball wholeheartedly from the bottom of your heart!" Shang Lin waved his hand after saying that, and said, "Continue to practice!"

Yan Yufeng ran away like a big edict, and didn't even look back at Ye Changfeng's inquiry from not far away, and ran away with a basketball.

Ye Changfeng was secretly surprised, and suddenly heard a familiar voice: "No. 15!" He turned around in a conditioned reflex, saw the coach taking action to him, and said: "Come here!"

"Oh!" Ye Changfeng responded guiltily and trotted to the coach with a basketball.

"Run forward, catch my pass, and then shoot the basket!" Shang Lin ordered.

Ye Changfeng was happy. It was his strength to catch the ball and shoot the ball quickly. Even Yan Yufeng sometimes had to admire him and immediately replied: "Yeah!"

Running slowly downward, Ye Changfeng kept looking back at the basketball in the coach's hand.

Shang Lin held the ball and looked at him coldly.

Ye Changfeng finally stopped running and looked at the coach.

"Are you the one who catches the ball and shoots on the run?" Shang Lin suddenly shouted.

Ye Changfeng beat Jingling and looked at the angry coach at a loss.

"Answer me!" Shang Lin shouted again.

"No, no!" Ye Changfeng lowered his head.

"Come back, run again!" Shang Lin's tone had no intention of refuting.

Ye Changfeng ran back and listened in front of the coach.

Shang Lin looked at Ye Changfeng carefully again. Now Ye Changfeng was confused again.

"Do you still have to stand there and wait for the orders of organizing the players during every attack? Hi! You start running now! Then are you running?" Shang Lin stared at Ye Changfeng.

Ye Changfeng finally understood, got up and ran down.

The ball came, and it was fast and fast. What surprised Ye Changfeng was that the ball was very straight and ran towards him like a straight line. At this time, there was no time to be surprised. Ye Changfeng caught the ball, immediately stopped, got up and threw the ball out.

"Clang!" The ball hit the basket and bounced out.

Shang Linchen bent his fingers at Ye Changfeng, and the latter ran over with a look of dirt.

"Now I'll tell you three o'clock. Listen to it. After listening, I'll go find a teammate to practice by myself!" Shang Lin looked up at Ye Changfeng with his head down. Although the conversation postures of the two looked like Ye Changfeng was very imposing, from the expression, it was very different.

"First, when you catch the ball, your running posture should be cross-steps, rather than running forward like a track and field athlete!

Second, when catching the ball, you should have the confidence to finish the movement, rather than throwing the ball out like a hot taro. Remember, if you want to really move fast, you have to start practicing slowly, rather than being anxious to practice something that can take the action like lightning from the beginning!

Third, is your route in the game always straight? You must understand that to throw your opponent like chewing gum away, you must be like a snake, making people not know the destination you will eventually go to! OK, have you remembered it?" Shang Lin stared at Ye Changfeng, who had been lowering his head.

"I've remembered it, coach! I will understand it well!" Ye Changfeng's current appearance is the same as that of a first-grade primary school student standing in front of the teacher, and he was frightened and trepidated.

"Go!" Shang Lin waved his hand, Ye Changfeng held the basketball, continued Yan Yufeng's position just now, and ran away.

"No. 5!" Shang Lin's voice sounded again.

"Come on, coach!" Gao Yuan's voice was trembling.

"It's over, the coach is so scary!" Zhai Yong, who was hiding in the corner, murmured with a curious expression.

"It's over. He will definitely call me later! Oh my God, why is this happening!" Wang Zhiquan moaned to the sky in pain.

"I'm retarded, what's wrong with you?" Zhai Yong suddenly saw Ouyang Shangzhi squatting there holding a basketball with a gray face, without the vibrant spirit of the past.

"Oh, look, Zhiquan, the mentally retarded are almost frightened!" Zhai Yong sighed.

"Oh```````````!" Wang Zhiquan sighed.

Only Ouyang Shangzhi knew what he was thinking, yes! It was really over, he was the coach!

When Ouyang Shangzhi saw him for the first time and then listened to Yan Yufeng's personal introduction, Ouyang Shangzhi's heart never calmed down and kept beating at high speed.

It's over! Even the boss is so arrogant that he is afraid of death. What's the difference between that and a mouse just now? Look, Brother Ye ran away like a rabbit, not to mention the captain Gao Yuan. Ouyang Shangzhi swore that he could see the captain's slightly slapped thighs clearly.

What should I do if I call me some time? It’s over, he will definitely take revenge on me! Sure!

Ouyang Shangzhi felt that everything was dark in front of him. At this time, he suddenly heard a sound, "No. 23!"

"Bang!" Ouyang Shangzhi sat on the ground with his butt, his big eyes rolling in panic.

"Come here!" Shang Lin smiled rarely and looked at Ouyang Shangzhi.

This smile was undoubtedly no different from the devil's grinning in Ouyang Shangzhi's eyes. His heartbeat suddenly reached the highest speed of jump. He hugged the basketball tightly and moved slowly over.

Shang Lin looked at the little boy who was so scared that he was not very scared. While complaining that he had acted too fiercely just now, he tried his best to make a soft voice and said, "How old is it?"

"Ten````````````` fifteen years old!" Ouyang Shangzhi stuttered.

"Come on, sit down!" Shang Lin did it on the ground first, then patted the floor beside him and said.

Ouyang Shangzhi sat down timidly and hugged the basketball tightly, as if at this moment, the only thing that could comfort him was basketball.

"When did you start practicing football?" Shang Lin said with a smile.

"Last year, last October!" Ouyang Shangzhi answered and immediately added.

"Oh!" Shang Lin was extremely surprised.

"Really?"

"Yes ``Yes!" Ouyang Shangzhi became scared, and the coach seemed to not believe it.

"Who taught you!" Shang Lin asked softly with his hand on Ouyang Shangzhi's small shoulder.

"Boss!" Ouyang Shangzhi relaxed a little and pointed at Yan Yufeng who was practicing hard.

"Yeah!" Shang Lin nodded and said, "I know you just joined the team, right?"

"Yes, I just joined the team." Ouyang Shangzhi found that the coach seemed to treat himself not as he did to others, and he couldn't help but gradually relax.

"Well, can you tell me, do you like basketball?" Shang Lin thought for a while and asked.

"I like it!" Ouyang Shangzhi replied quickly.

"Why do you like it? Just tell me a reason for your preference!" Shang Lin asked again.

"Why do you have a reason to like it?" Ouyang Shangzhi's strange theory broke out again.

Shang Lin was stunned, laughed loudly, touched Ouyang Shangzhi's little head, and said, "Will you always like basketball?"

"Yes!" Ouyang Shangzhi was simple this time.

"Well! Shangzhi, from tomorrow, you don't practice with your elder brothers!" Shang Lin said rarely.
To be continued...