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'Bell! The basketball hit the basket and spun around a few times before it fell outside.

"Damn!" Zhang Yufeng said hatefully.

Yang Juncheng showed a hint of a smile, "It doesn't matter, at this age, you have already done well, as long as you practice diligently in the future, you will definitely learn." ”

Zhang Yufeng gave him a blank look, did not speak, but continued to practice, he knew in his heart that time was running out, and he must learn to shoot backwards as quickly as possible, otherwise in the quarterfinals, he would inevitably be treated by other teams! Besides, if he encounters the ninth or twelfth middle school, facing Tang Fei and Xiang Feng, he is not sure enough to create an easy shooting opportunity, so he must learn to lean back and make it his own killer move!!

Yang Juncheng didn't know what he was thinking, and watching him continue to practice, he couldn't help but think in his heart, "What a paranoid teenager." ”

"Do what I say, or you'll never be able to practice." He reminded.

Zhang Yufeng nodded and began to practice again and again.

I don't know how long it took, he didn't know how many times he practiced shooting, he just felt exhausted, but he didn't give up and kept shooting.

During one of the exercises, he seemed to suddenly find a feeling, and although he was tired and didn't jump as high as before, he could feel that he was leaning back at a good angle, and his gaze was in a straight line with the basket.

He concentrated, and the moment his body fell, he gently flicked the basketball out.

He continued to look expectantly, just as he had seen countless times before.

'Huh!! The basketball hollows into the net with a crisp and moving sound.

Zhang Yufeng stared, looked at the basket, and then looked at the palm of his shot, his eyes were full of surprise and excitement.

He shouted happily, "I succeeded!!" I threw it in!! ”

"Yes, I have a strong talent for basketball comprehension." Yang Juncheng said with a smile, secretly surprised in his heart, he had already identified Zhang Yufeng as a rare basketball genius.

As everyone knows, although Zhang Yufeng is very talented in basketball, but more is hard work, he has been in contact with basketball since elementary school, and has been working hard over the years, and after a long time, his understanding of basketball has naturally become more and more profound.

Zhang Yufeng ran to the basket, picked up the basketball, and repeated the exercise again.

It's a pity that this time there is no feeling just now, and the basketball falls to the front of the basket and hits the iron again.

He shook his head, helpless.

"Nothing can be achieved overnight, even if you are talented, you have to go through a lot of practice, and if you can practice to this level today, you are already amazing, take a break and practice again tomorrow." Yang Juncheng said.

"Hmm." Zhang Yufeng nodded lightly.

"What time did you come here to practice?" Yang Juncheng sat next to him and asked.

"About nine o'clock in the evening." Zhang Yufeng said, his tone was no longer as indifferent as before, although he didn't say it, he was actually very grateful to this middle-aged uncle in his heart.

Yang Juncheng answered, it was already half past eleven, "It's half past eleven now, you still haven't gone home?" ”

"There's no hurry!" Zhang Yufeng wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Anyway, it's okay tomorrow, take a break and practice for a while." ”

"Still practicing?" Yang Juncheng said in surprise.

"Or else?" Zhang Yufeng glanced at him. 、

Not only does he have to practice, but he also wants to improve his stamina, and although he knows it's not realistic, he still has to try. Don't ask for thousands of miles a day, eight hundred at night, as long as you can stick to it in the next few games!!

Yang Juncheng showed a sly smile, "Let's have something interesting?" ”

"What?"

"Let's have a bullfight!"

"Not coming!" Zhang Yufeng refused.

"Why?" Yang Juncheng asked.

"First of all, you're taller than me! And I'll lean back, I'm sure I can't stop you, so as long as I can't score a ball, then you'll use my lean back to shoot me to death, and I've been practicing for more than two hours, and my physical strength is not enough. Zhang Yufeng said, as if he had already seen through everything.

"I thought you were a competitive teenager, but I didn't expect you to be a coward!" Yang Juncheng pretended to regret it.

"Who do you say is a coward?" Zhang Yufeng said in a deep voice.

"You! Is there anyone else on this court besides you and me? Yang Juncheng continued to stimulate.

"Ten goals is limited, don't cry if you lose!" Zhang Yufeng said coldly and got up to pick up the ball.

"Howler!" Yang Juncheng couldn't help but feel a little arrogant when he saw that his agitation method had worked, and thought to himself, "Xiaoxiang, fight with me, I'm the head coach of a professional team, and I can't convince you." ”

The two sides guessed the fist, and Zhang Yufeng attacked first.

Yang Juncheng made a defensive posture and smiled: "Come on, let me see your true strength." ”

"Humph!" Zhang Yufeng showed a mysterious and confident smile, "You will be surprised." ”

He hovered outside the three-point line, dribbling at a rate of speed, suddenly lowering his center of gravity, changing direction, and moving his left foot forward, his shoulders shaking.

Yang Juncheng was shaken and moved backwards, because of Zhang Yufeng's approach, his body couldn't help but retreat a little.

At this moment, Zhang Yufeng suddenly pulled the ball back, then dribbled under his crotch, changed direction on the right, accelerated instantly, and broke through directly from the front.

Yang Juncheng's face turned pale, his heart was shocked, and a thought quickly popped up in his mind, "So fast!" ”

didn't have time to think about it, he turned around and chased after him, and at the same time spread his arms, wanting to cause some interference to Zhang Yufeng.

Zhang Yufeng went all the way down, straight to the basket, and took three steps at the same time, he did not go to the front to the basket, but chose to go to the backbasket, which made it more difficult for Yang Juncheng to interfere.

"Good shot!" Yang Juncheng couldn't help but say loudly, his face couldn't hide his shock, "Rapid change of direction, unguardable acceleration, smooth dribbling, the whole breakthrough is smooth, it is natural, your basic skills are very solid!" ”

"Hey, hey!" Zhang Yufeng smiled proudly, "The wonderful is still to come." ”

Yang Juncheng smiled: "Don't be complacent, it's time for me to attack." ”

Zhang Yufeng does a good job of defensive posture, his small body seems to contain infinite strength, although he is sweaty, physically and mentally exhausted, but for basketball, he will always have infinite enthusiasm.

Yang Juncheng dribbled the ball, the frequency suddenly accelerated, and with a simple change of direction, he threw off Zhang Yufeng, and then directly stopped the jump shot.

'Whew! 'Steady hit.

Zhang Yufeng was there, he knew that his defense was poor, but he never expected that he would be turned into scum in front of this middle-aged uncle!

"How?" Yang Juncheng smiled, "Surprised? ”

"Your speed is obviously not fast, why am I being shaken away so easily? And your shot is obviously unstable, your shot is so fast, you don't even aim, why is the shooting rate so high? Zhang Yufeng asked again and again, put away his contempt, and asked seriously.

He didn't expect to look at an ordinary middle-aged uncle who was so well hidden and had such excellent basketball skills.

"Want to know?"

"Hmm!"

"I'll tell you if you win!"

“.…..”

Zhang Yufeng held the ball, accelerated the dribble, changed direction back and forth, and the driver broke through.

Yang Juncheng was prepared and distanced himself from Zhang Yufeng to prevent him from breaking through quickly again.

Zhang Yufeng counted the count, pulled back, and at the same time gently jumped back a step and jumped outside the three-point line.

"Good guys!" Yang Juncheng was startled and hurriedly pounced, but unfortunately it was too late, Zhang Yufeng pursed his lips lightly and threw the ball out with his hand!!