When Han Jue trotted all the way to the basketball court, Zhang Yiman was clubbing under the basket alone, shooting happily.

Zhang Yiman likes sports and is also curious, badminton, tennis, football, table tennis...... Anything she can get her hands on, she knows a little.

Basketball is the only thing that doesn't know how to do it.

It's not that she can't learn and play, but Tan Nian warned Zhang Yiman to stay away from basketball and not allow her to play, because just like a singer must protect her voice at all times, a musician can't pay too much attention to the protection of his fingers. Therefore, except for the shooting machine in the amusement park, Zhang Yiman rarely touches the ball in other places, and even if he touches it, he plays alone, throws blue, and does not participate in confrontation.

Zhang Yiman has been away from campus for a long time, and rarely has the opportunity to stand on the court, let alone touch the basketball. Just now, I saw a basketball hidden in the jungle from a distance, and the addiction in my heart suddenly came up, so I ran over and dug it out, intending to play it in a small way.

It doesn't matter if you can't play, watching your boyfriend sweat on the court, while she cheers and delivers water on the side, this was also a picture that Zhang Yiman longed for and envied.

"Uncle!"

Seeing Han Jue trotting over, Zhang Yiman greeted Han Jue and threw the ball over, wanting to see Han Jue play.

Han Jue was vigorous and responsive, and with Zhang Yiman's loud reminder, he easily caught Zhang Yiman's floor pass.

"I can't fight much, uncle, you come. Zhang Yiman said.

Han Jue's face was a little embarrassed when he heard this: "I don't know how to do it either." ”

Zhang Yiman smiled but said nothing. She doesn't play basketball, but she also plays other balls, and she knows that masters have a common problem of pretending to be pigs and eating tigers, and the more powerful people are, the more they like to say that they "can't play", "don't know how to play", and "average level". Last time, Han Jue said that his swimming level was average and he didn't know how to swim, but later he didn't teach well, Zhang Yiman could see that Han Jue's own swimming level was extremely strong.

And now that she heard Han Jue's humble words again, the more she wanted to see Han Jue fight.

"It's okay, come on!" Zhang Yiman blinked his big eyes and looked at Han Jue with interest.

Han Jue held the ball, a little unsure of what to do.

A fancy dribble? Or a handsome three-pointer and then turn around and raise your arms before the ball falls into the Nets? Or a tomahawk dunk?

Han Jue looked down at the basketball in his hand, and almost didn't hesitate for long before making a decision.

I saw Han Jue catch the basketball with one hand without dropping it.

"Oh oh!" Director Wang seemed to feel something, and with an excited face, he instructed the cameraman to focus the camera firmly at Han Jue. Take close-up shots, shoot close-ups, shoot medium shots.

"Wow~" Zhang Yiman looked at Han Jue, who could grab a basketball with one hand, holding both hands in front of his chest, and looking at Han Jue with his eyes almost turning into a peach heart.

In the next second, Han Jue fixed the basketball with both hands, and then leaned forward......

The basketball came out of his hand, bounced on the ground, and crashed straight into Zhang Yiman's arms.

Director Wang: "Good ......"

The rest of the words were forced back.

Zhang Yiman held the basketball, a little unresponsive.

There was silence for about three seconds.

Zhang Yiman thought about it and passed the ball back again.

In the next second, Han Jue passed the ball back again.

They repeated this twice, and Zhang Yiman finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "What are you doing?"

Han Jue replied, "I'm passing the ball." ”

"You show off your tricks, uncle?"

"That's my trick. Han Jue's face was solemn.

He really can't play basketball.

When I was in school in my previous life, because of my withdrawn personality, as long as it was a team sport, I was almost insulated from him. And he doesn't like sports. In physical education class, when other boys flocked to play basketball and badminton, he would hold a book and find a place until it was over. It can be said that apart from running, Han Jue can't do any competitive sports.

Zhang Yiman threw the ball back: "Then I don't want to look at your tricks, I want to watch dribbling and shooting." ”

Han Jue didn't speak, and after silently passing back and forth with Zhang Yiman twenty times, he understood Zhang Yiman's determination. Under the enthusiasm, Han Jue could only try to dribble the ball. One luck, found that it was okay, it was very smooth.

[Muscle memory is still there!] Han Jue was a little relaxed and a little surprised.

When Han Jue walked to the basket, he tried to wipe the board and throw the ball, but the ball slammed into the rebound and bounced far away.

Han Jue looked at the basketball running away for a while, then turned back to Zhang Yiman and said, "Look." ”

Zhang Yiman went to see the basketball.

"It's not to watch the ball, it's to watch me," Han Jue said, "I really can't play." ”

"It shouldn't be like this!"

Zhang Yiman was a little shocked, because a minute ago, she always thought that playing basketball was the basic skill of the school bully. As an idle and idle school bully, since he doesn't plan to waste his time on studying, what else can he do besides playing?

"I practiced singing and dancing very diligently. Han Jue said.

"Oh......" Zhang Yiman nodded unwillingly, and then was surprised, "Ah, uncle, how do you know what I want to ask?"

"It's all written on your face. ”

Zhang Yiman smiled and ran to pick up the ball, and then said to Han Jue confidently: "I'll teach you!"

Han Jue did not refuse, and the scene became [Teacher Zhang's basketball class], teaching dribbling and layups.

Han Jue learned quickly, and Zhang Yiman's eyes gradually became wrong when he looked at him, feeling that Han Jue was playing tricks on her.

"Hello everyone, I'm today's substitute teacher - Teacher Han! The first lesson, how does a girl with a height of 1.7 meters slam a dunk?" Han Jue said seriously to the camera, "No need for surgery, no need to take medicine, first make an exercise plan, three anaerobic exercises a week, five aerobic exercises, insist on half a year, when the weight and body fat drop to a certain level, and the figure and skin become better, find a strong boyfriend who is 1.85 meters tall and let him pick you up......"

"Ahhh~~" Zhang Yimanjiao smiled and was picked up by Han Jue and sat on his shoulder.

Han Jue carried Zhang Yiman and walked towards the basket step by step.

Walking to the edge of the basket, Zhang Yiman raised the basketball in his hand, "Then put the ball in the basket!"

After putting Zhang Yiman down, Han Jue shouted: "Slam dunk is so simple!"

Zhang Yiman ran over with a ball fart, jumping and laughing and saying that he wanted to do it again, and come again.

This is followed by the second lesson.

"The second lesson, this trick is amazing, and the ball is divided. That's right, football has been divided by balls, and basketball is also available!" Han Jue asked Zhang Yiman to defend him, Han Jue slowly dribbled the ball in front of Zhang Yiman, slapped it a few times, he put the ball on the ground, and then stepped forward to hug Zhang Yiman and put her down, and pressed her skirt very gentlemanly when she fell to the ground. Then, while Zhang Yiman was getting up, Han Jue quickly picked up the ball on the ground, opened his legs, and made a three-step layup.

"Score successfully!" Han Jue's right hand was in the shape of a chicken claw, stiffly maintaining the gesture of plucking the ball at the end, and turned in place to show his demeanor in all directions.

Zhang Yiman quickly rushed to the scene, and immediately threw himself on Han Jue's back, saying that he would stop his class, "Don't mistake people's children anymore!"

"Wait, I still have three lessons to finish!"

"No matter!"

Looking at the two people who were playing and laughing, Director Wang felt that he was much younger.

Han Jue and Zhang Yiman fought for a while, and a class of first-year high school students came to physical education class.

After seeing Han Jue and Zhang Yiman, the forty students ran over screaming, and then stopped far away and watched.

Surrounded by so many people, no matter how cheeky Han Jue and Zhang Yiman were, they were embarrassed to show off their penalty skills, so Han Jue said let's go.

As soon as they left, the students cried wolf, very lost, and begged for autographs.

Zhang Yiman and Han Jue saw only about forty people in a class, not much, so they agreed.

The students cheered and consciously lined up.

The signed paper was asked by Han Jue from Xiao Zhou, and he asked for two books, one for him and one for Zhang Yiman, and the two stood separately, so the team was divided into two roads. Most of the boys go to Zhang Yiman, and most of the girls go to Han Jue.

The students went to Zhang Yiman after finishing Han Jue's lineup, and some students were still not satisfied after finishing one round, so they went to the back and lined up again. Han Jue looked at these forty students and always felt like he had signed more than sixty copies.

After signing, the physical education teacher held his mobile phone and embarrassedly asked if he could take a group photo, a group photo of the whole class.

Xiao Zhou was called over to be a photographer. Xiao Zhou's attitude is very serious, holding the physical education teacher's mobile phone, looking for light, and arranging the height of people's heads, if it wasn't for Han Jue's urging, he could still come up with a few ideas and dispatch students to take creative photos.

After the decent group photo came out, the teachers and students were very satisfied.

"It's like a graduation photo!" one student shouted.

This sentence attracted strong approval from other students, who didn't care whether there were teachers and principals in the photos.

After Han Jue and Zhang Yiman said goodbye to this lucky class, it was close to the end of school time for the students, and it was time for them to leave before the school was overcrowded.

After Han Jue and Zhang Yiman left the school gate, they first went to buy milk tea, then sat in the dessert shop for a while, and left a message on the couple's wall, which fulfilled Zhang Yiman's dream of being a student, and then ended today's recording.

Zhang Yiman rushed to participate in the evening trip, and when he returned home at ten o'clock, he was still in a very happy mood, and he walked with the wind.

When he got home, Zhang Yaohui was sitting on a wicker chair in the courtyard, playing with his mobile phone in the evening breeze. The faint light of the screen illuminated him very penetratingly.

Not far away is Zhang San, who is anxious around the trunk of a tree.

Zhang Yiman walked over and skillfully turned on the lights in the yard, then took Zhang San's toy down from the tree, and said to her father, "Dad, why did you throw it on again!"

"It threw itself on. "It's not the first time Zhang Yaohui has done this, and it's not the first time he's been taught a lesson by his daughter, so it's very perfunctory to lie and dump the blame.

Zhang Yiman took the trouble to say that Zhang San was still a child, and he couldn't bully him. She untied her hair, poured milk in the kitchen, and talked to Zhang Yaohui from afar: "Master has lunch with us today. ”

"Oh?" Zhang Yaohui became interested and took his eyes off his phone, "What did Mr. Tan say?"

Tan Nian's strict Zhang Yaohui knows.

"Master asked Uncle a lot of questions, and I was so nervous. Fortunately, the uncle's quality is passing, and the master is just like you after chatting, and he has a good impression of the uncle!" Zhang Yiman smiled.

"Hehe," Zhang Yaohui also smiled, "That's good." ”