Campus Basketball Storm (Part 3)

The plum rain

"A Yu, have you brought an umbrella?" Ye Changfeng stood at the entrance of the stadium, looked up at the flying rain, and asked with a frown.

"I didn't bring it!" Yan Yufeng was very straightforward.

"Then how can I go back!" Ye Changfeng sighed immediately when he heard this.

"It's not too far from here to the carport. Isn't it enough to just run over?" Yan Yufeng looked at Ye Changfeng with a depressed look on his face and couldn't help but say amused.

"Run over?" Ye Changfeng widened his eyes, "My clothes, my hairstyle, and, don't you know, will the hair rain affect the quality of the hair?"

"Get your hair quality and continue your stinking beauty!" Yan Yufeng laughed loudly, pushed Ye Changfeng hard behind Ye Changfeng, pushed him into the rain, and then walked into the rain.

"Damn, Ayu, do you want to die?" Ye Changfeng shouted in shock, and held his shoulder bag on his head in a mess.

"Let's go! Let's take a walk!" Yan Yufeng put on Ye Changfeng's shoulder and pulled him to walk in the rain.

"Walking? We are not glass!" Ye Changfeng still held his bag on his head with both hands and mumbled.

"Afeng, let me tell you, what do you think of the coach?" Yan Yufeng suddenly asked.

"This is very good!" Ye Changfeng thought for a while, shrugged his shoulder and replied.

"It's not very good, but it's very great. Didn't you see Coach Wang's eyes? You've been staring at Coach Shang, keeping notes in your hand! To be honest, I've never heard of the tactics and actions he mentioned before." Yan Yufeng opened the conversation and said.

"Well, anyway, I think my skills have improved a lot this week, and I have to be surprised to think about it. Many things that troubled me in the past have now come to understand all of them all at once. Coach Business is really not a big deal!" Ye Changfeng agreed.

"It's just that coach is really scary. Anyway, my feeling now is that I want to see him again, but I'm afraid of seeing him. It's such a strange feeling!" Yan Yufeng sighed with a frown.

"Who said it was not? The coach is so strict. No one in the team is afraid of him now. In comparison, Coach Wang is really an angel!" Ye Changfeng laughed.

"Ange? Coach Wang must hear your words, otherwise I won't stop him if he kills you!" Yan Yufeng laughed.

A gust of wind blew over with the drizzle, and all of them sprinkled on the bodies of the two. "Swish!" Ye Changfeng shrank his neck, took a breath of air conditioning, looked up at the sky, and said, "It has been raining these days, it's really cold!"

"I don't like rain, I don't like it so much!" Yan Yufeng looked at the muddy ground and sighed.

"Who is in the mood to practice football in this weather? Fortunately, we still have a stadium, otherwise we would really cry!" Ye Changfeng said dissatisfied.

Bypassing the campus path, the two of them immediately squeezed into the aisle downstairs of the third teaching building. Ye Changfeng patted his bag and looked at the bag that was already wet, and became depressed.

"Ayu, why don't you bring an umbrella? Look, the newly bought Adidas bag is all wet!" Ye Changfeng spread his hands and held the bag in front of Yan Yufeng to look.

Yan Yufeng touched his already wet hair, combed it backwards, then shook the water on his hand, looked at the wet bag, and smiled: "Who told you to buy such a good one? Why are you so pretty?"

This immediately made Ye Changfeng quit. He glared at the eyes and said, "This is called taste. Do you understand? Look at you, you are such a famous person. All over your body, except for your pair of Kobe 2 who only wears in competitions, you are considered famous brands. What else do you think you are decent? I'm dizzy. I want to vomit when I see your Anta casual pants. It's so rustic, you can wear it."

Yan Yufeng smiled without refuting, looked at the rain outside the aisle, and said, "The coach seems a little strange recently!"

Ye Changfeng rolled his eyes and understood that this kid was talking about the topic again. Whenever he asked him to buy a good set of sports clothes, he was so virtuous and said in disappointment: "What's weird?"

"In addition to the first few days, the coach also often guided us, but from these days, the coach has completely focused on his mind here and there. Don't you think it's strange?" Yan Yufeng looked at Ye Changfeng.

"Oh, it seems like this, it's actually nothing strange. Shangzhi is a piece of information, so it's normal for the coach to pay special attention to him!" Ye Changfeng was still wiping his beloved bag and answered casually.

"But, I don't think the coach did not train Shangzhi like we used to. Have you seen it? Every day, Shangzhi is asked to dribble and run back and forth, but never tell Shangzhi's technical errors and bad habits like we did. Don't you think it's strange?" Yan Yufeng frowned and thought.

Ye Changfeng stopped wiping his bag, raised his head and thought for a while, and said, "Maybe the coach has his own plans! Even we can see the mistakes of Shangzhi. It is impossible for the coach to see that, so don't worry about this!"

"Oh! Maybe you're right!" Yan Yufeng relaxed and said, "I'd better worry about myself! The coach gave me a picture, allowing me to see more than ten flaws from the offensive and defensive points on the picture, write them on paper, and give them to him tomorrow! Alas, it's painful!"

"Haha, it turns out you have it too, I have one too, but he asked me to see if there are more than five best shot points, write it on paper, and give it to him tomorrow!" Ye Changfeng laughed gloatingly, put it on Yan Yufeng's shoulder, and laughed, "It seems that we are really a pair of brothers in distress!"

"Go to you!" Yan Yufeng laughed and cursed, and walked into the rain with Ye Changfeng's arm.

"Wait a minute, don't go so fast!" Ye Changfeng shouted.

"Let's go! I still want to run away!"

"Then run away! There's no one here!"

"Who has the heart to see you, look at me!"

"You are so beautiful, don't you know that the whole school has already named me the most handsome, sunny and charming person in the city? Ouch``````What are you doing? Wait for me! Don't run so fast!"

"If you have the ability, come and chase me! What is the sunniest and most charming? I think it is the most beautiful. Haha!" Yan Yufeng's voice came from afar, floating in the empty campus.

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"Continue running, don't stop, hurry!" Shang Lin shouted loudly, pinching his stopwatch.

Ouyang Shangzhi ran quickly towards the basket in the distance with the ball, but unfortunately, because he was running too fast, he didn't control the basketball properly. He accidentally held the ball on his running feet and bounced away on the side.

"Swishhui``````````." Ouyang Shangzhi supported his hands on his knees and gasped.

"Pick it up and come to me!" Shang Lin shouted.

Ouyang Shangzhi's face was covered in sweat, and he showed a look of wanting to cry, but he still endured it and ran to the basketball that had already rolled to the wall with his back.

Back in front of the coach, Ouyang Shangzhi stood there holding the basketball, stubbornly lowering his head and not speaking.

"Do you remember how many laps you ran?" Shang Lin's voice rang in his ears.

Ouyang Shangzhi shook his head but still didn't say anything.

"It's exactly 50 circles, and I recorded each circle with a stopwatch. Do you know why I didn't let you stop?" Shang Lin's voice gradually became stern.

Ouyang Shangzhi still shook his head. Anyway, he felt that he had been fooled by this coach and lied to himself and got on the pirate ship. However, as soon as he agreed, he changed his face and worked overtime to punish him. How could this be reasonable!

"Shangzhi, raise your head!" Shang Lin suddenly shouted.

Ouyang Shangzhi subconsciously raised his head, but happened to see the coach's kind eyes, which made him stunned.

"It's not that I want to mess with you, but you really didn't do it well! I've asked you to do dribbling practice for four days. Look at you. Compared with now, the results of the first day are only 0.2 seconds faster. Do you feel embarrassed?" Shang Lin said, squatting down, raised his head slightly to look at Ouyang Shangzhi with sweaty face, sighed, reached out to wipe the sweat on his face, and continued: "I told you that when dribbling, you must not think about how to transport the ball, but should think about how to run. You must ignore the existence of basketball and treat it as a part of your body! Think about it yourself, do you feel that you can run fast with a ball, or do you keep running forward freely? Well? Tell me!"

"```````````, the kind behind!" Ouyang Shangzhi was stunned for a while and replied.

"Okay, then do you know why I asked you to practice running dribbling?" Shang Lin said again.

"I don't know!" Ouyang Shangzhi shook his head. Since four days, his prank annoyed Boss Zhiquan. He chased him and ran hard all over the arena, the coach began to let him practice this exhausting training.

"Your speed is very fast, very fast, and it can be seen that you are not guided by anyone. Do you know how reasonable and wonderful your pace is when you move around and turn?" Shang Lin said one by one the surprises when he saw Ouyang Shangzhi running four days ago.

Ouyang Shangzhi glared at his cute big eyes and shook his head in confusion.

"Imagine if you dribble so quickly, who can stop you? Hehe, who can stop the wind? No one! Unless the wind wants to stop by himself!" Shang Lin exclaimed at the boy who was very childish and very cute in front of him.

"I'm like the wind?" Ouyang Shangzhi asked stupidly.

"Call me, the hurricane whizzes through your ear!" Shang Lin waved his right hand in his ear and drew a beautiful trajectory.

"Do it again, put your heart completely on the running, don't look down and watch the ball, look forward, remember that with your current feel, you can completely control the basketball as free as your body! Do you understand? Shangzhi!" Shang Lin stood up and encouraged in a tone full of faith.

"Well! Coach, I'll run again!" Although Ouyang Shangzhi still didn't quite understand what the coach was saying, the coach still liked him as the metaphor of wind. He immediately put aside his dissatisfaction just now and answered obediently with holding the basketball.

"One, two, three, start!" Shang Lin said as he cut his stopwatch.

When the two words of the beginning just left Shang Lin's mouth, Ouyang Shangzhi ran out in front of Shang Lin like an arrow.

"Yes, it's just this speed, faster, faster, good, very good! I just turned around, GOOD! Beautiful!" When Shang Lin saw Ouyang Shangzhiru a thin piece of paper without any weight, he turned around from the basket rack, and paused a little, and then ran up surprisingly, and couldn't help but shout.

When Ouyang Shangzhi rushed past Shang Lin and leaned against the wall and looked at Shang Lin panting, Shang Lin looked at the stopwatch in his hand in a terrible way. Six seconds and five seconds, the distance between nearly fifty meters, plus a 360-degree turn, which was really terrible.

In my memory, the best record of the answer is only five seconds and six, and the little boy in front of me was actually just less than a second slower than the answer.

This little boy, who was just 1.72 meters tall, had such an amazing speed???

"Coach, are you satisfied?" Ouyang Shangzhi asked in a low voice.

"Satisfied, satisfied````````````!" Shang Lin replied repeatedly, suddenly feeling so excited that he could not control himself. The boy unexpectedly had a terrible speed, and he was so amazing in understanding the speed of basketball. He could be as unimaginable as Yan Yufeng!

Yes, this is really terrible!

If you continue to exercise like this, there is absolutely no problem with a small answer in China. Yes! No problem! There is no problem at all!

"Okay, it's too late, so hungry!" Shang Lin forced himself to suppress the surprise in his heart and looked at Ouyang Shangzhi who was leaning against the wall holding the basketball.

"Hungry!" Ouyang Shangzhi stretched out a hand and responded innocently while touching his stomach.

"Haha, today I'm training a little late. I'll take you to dinner. OK! I'll take you home later! How about it!" Shang Lin said with a smile.

"Welcome me to dinner?" Ouyang Shangzhi was happy, and completely forgot the next sentence, shouting.

"That's right! I'll drive you back after eating!" Shang Lin laughed. The day before yesterday, No. 12 Middle School had just transferred a jeep for him to use temporarily. Although it was only 50% new, Shang Lin still felt the importance the leaders of the No. 12 Middle School valued him. Shang Lin was quite satisfied with the treatment.

"Yeah!" Ouyang Shangzhi shouted, with a bright smile between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Haha!" Shang Lin looked at the simple little boy in front of him and made a secret decision in his heart: I must push you onto the stage of world basketball! Sure!

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Yan Yufeng held his head with one hand and stared at the tactical diagram on the table. The red and blue dots on it were like beating chess pieces, making him dizzy.

How come there are ten types? It took me 2 hours to think of the sixth type. Alas ````````````````````

Standing up, Yan Yufeng shook his swollen head and moaned in pain.

Is he only a little bit of his understanding of basketball? Why didn’t I realize it before? Yan Yufeng suddenly remembered a conversation between the coach and Shangzhi.

"Coach, why do you know so much?" Kazuchi's words still sounded so idiotic.

"Is it more? I think it's still less!" The coach's voice was full of smiles. Yan Yufeng was actually surprised. Why did the coach immediately have a murderous face to others, but is immune to intelligence?

"Then where did you learn it!" Shangzhi still insisted on carrying the idiot to the end.

"In the book, I read a lot of books on basketball themes." Shang Lin said casually with a smile.

"Oh, then forget it, I hate reading the books the most!" Shangzhi immediately said disappointed.

In Yan Yufeng next to him, this scene seemed a little surprised and funny, but now when he thinks about it, he can't help but see from one side the coach's understanding of basketball is so deep.

"Yes! Book!" Yan Yufeng's eyes lit up.

Putting on his clothes, Yan Yufeng hurriedly left home and boarded a bus. He suddenly understood in his heart that he not only had to fully understand every word of the coach, but also needed to find it himself.

Book! Not everyone is a genius, and not a coach, so why can’t I?

The strong Yan Yufeng leaned against the car window and looked at the rain outside, and his heart had already flown to the bookstore.

The rain outside has been falling for a day, but it still has no intention of stopping. It floats gently in the sky, expressing itself in every space. Even if you breathe the air, you can clearly feel the smell of rain.
To be continued...