When Wang Zhixiong spoke, Shi Tao was already standing on the court, followed by a group of young men in team uniforms. Wang Zhixiong hurriedly stepped forward and greeted the coach.

"You stunned youths who don't know the height of the sky, do you know who this person is standing in front of you? Twenty years ago, it was this person who maintained the status of our Jiangbei basketball. Shi Tao turned to explain to the people behind him. At this time, they suddenly realized that this was Shi Tao's proud disciple in front of them, Wang Zhixiong, the strength of the quarterback known as the "River Dragon", at this time, the anger in the heart of the young man who was competing with Wang Zhixiong just now had decreased a lot, after all, the star player who was famous at that time, but first, because there were fewer means of communication at that time, everyone had only heard of his deeds, and had not seen the demeanor of a real person, and secondly, there are still a few young players who can calm down and then reminisce about the basketball of the year, anything, Without inheritance, they will inevitably decline.

"The coach is exaggerating, Jiangbei basketball is not all played by you, I just had the honor to play under your guidance for a few years, and in the end I still have enough spare energy." Wang Zhixiong listened to Shi Tao's words just now, and was very ashamed in his heart, Jiangbei basketball had reached his generation at that time, and it had begun to show a decline, although there was a continuous impact of foreign aid, but the regression of domestic basketball was obvious to all.

"Zhao Fei, don't make amends to your predecessors!" Shi Tao scolded, which startled the young man who was competing with Wang Zhixiong just now. "Teacher Wang, that, I'm really sorry, I didn't have anyone in my eyes just now, don't worry about it."

"Just remember to train hard in the future, don't always count on foreign help."

In front of Shi Tao, Wang Zhixiong didn't want to say anything more. Later, after Wang Zhixiong and Shi Tao came out of the stadium, the two went to have a meal together, and chatted a lot in the middle, of course, mainly about basketball. After dinner, Wang Zhixiong left for Hanlin City, did not go home but went straight to No. 7 Middle School, and sat on the court quietly for an hour before going home to rest.

That's it, three days passed quickly, Wang Ai was tired of staying at home, his mother Xie Yuwei had been nagging, his father had always been submissive, Wang Ai was very curious about how his father had survived for so many years, Wang Ai basically didn't go out of the room for three days, but ****** voice kept buzzing in his ears like he had wings. In fact, Wang Ai can go to school in the past three days, but Wang Zhixiong said that he should let him understand the soul well, so he wants to be quiet at home and facilitate the realization of the soul. Who would have thought that it would be such a result, how to explain to coach Wang Zhixiong at the school. But now that he and Lin Xueyu are in the period of you and me, if you don't see each other for a day, it is like every other autumn, Wang Ai thought that she could see Lin Xueyu every day when she went to school, and she was happy again.

After the morning training, Wang Zhixiong saw that the team members were scattered, leaving Wang Ai alone, and asked what the result was in the past three days, Wang Ai hung his head and did not speak, Wang Zhixiong didn't say anything more, patted Wang Ai on the shoulder and let him go. Wang Ai returned to the classroom and started the second class, Wang Ai sat down in his place, his head involuntarily turned to the left front, the familiar figure came into view, and he finally felt a little happy in his heart. But today, it seems that Lin Xueyu doesn't seem to be in good spirits, and she keeps her head down and dozing off.

"Lin Xueyu, you can answer the question just now." Just when Wang Ai was curious about what was going on, he always asked Lin Xueyu to answer the question by name. Lin Xueyu's tablemate quickly bumped her elbow after discovering her condition, but she didn't know what question the teacher asked, and she blushed and didn't say a word after standing up.

"Xiaoxue, are you sick?" The teacher saw that Lin Xueyu was in this state and asked with concern, because Lin Xueyu's grades have always been very good, and she always listens carefully in class, but she doesn't know when her beloved student is very close to Wang Ai, which makes her teacher very worried, although Wang Ai's grades are also good, but he is notoriously not fond of learning, how can he go on like this, so Lin Xueyu's homeroom teacher deliberately began to pay attention to Lin Xueyu's appearance in class. In this way, Lin Xueyu stood for a class, which made Wang Ai very distressed, and what was even more terrible was that the head teacher called Lin Xueyu to the office after school.

Wang Ai waited in the classroom for more than ten minutes, and Lin Xueyu finally came back. "What did the old class call you to the office for?" Wang Ai asked Lin Xueyu eagerly.

"It's okay, ask me about the management of the class." Lin Xueyu replied casually. But Wang Ai knew that Lin Xueyu must have lied, because Lin Xueyu was too good at telling lies, so people could see it at a glance. Looking at Lin Xueyu's red face, Wang Ai didn't know what to say.

"By the way, I've checked a lot of information about the ball spirit in the past two days, and I've printed it for you, so take a look." As he spoke, he took out a thick stack of staple paper from his school bag.

"How do you know about the ball spirit?"

"Don't ask so much, my brother said that people like you are rare, you must cherish it, don't waste your talent." Speaking of this, Wang Ai finally understood, it turned out that Lin Xueyu had not been idle in the past few days, and had been helping him check the information.

"Why didn't I think to look it up?" Wang Ai patted his head and said. "Don't say it, this is really hard to find, there are different opinions about the ball spirit, all say that the ball spirit does not exist at all, but there is no way to explain some talented players, and only then does anyone think of the word ball spirit, but seriously do you think you have a ball spirit? Do you believe this? Lin Xueyu stared at Wang Ai curiously and asked.

"This, I don't know, but," Wang Ai suddenly thought of something, paused and continued: "I think that if you want to do everything well, you have to rely on your own efforts." Wang Ai's appearance of wanting to speak and stopping made Lin Xueyu's face suddenly sink, and Wang Ai said to her in her heart when she saw it: "I'm sorry, Xiaoxue, I don't know how to tell you about this now, and I will definitely be the first to sue you when I figure it out." After Wang Ai returned home in the evening, she opened the materials bound by Lin Xueyu and him, picked it up and flipped a few pages, and found that it was basically some irrelevant rhetoric, but thinking that she had sorted out so much for herself, she must have stayed up late at night, and felt a little more distressed. Just as he was flipping through it, a name came into his eyes, "Coach?!" Wang Ai was taken aback, there was a report about Wang Zhixiong, saying that Wang Zhixiong's experience was very similar to Wang Ai's, and he was discovered by the school coach at that time when he was a sophomore in high school, and what surprised him even more was that Wang Zhixiong had rarely touched basketball before he was discovered. After Wang Zhixiong led Hanlin City to the provincial league, various newspapers rushed to report on the incident. Later, after Wang Zhixiong became the leading player in Jiangnan, he only told people that he just suddenly opened his mind when he was young. At that time, people's attention to basketball was far less than it is now, so the matter was quickly drowned out by various news.

"Is the coach like me, suddenly shooting basketballs?" Wang Ai has a lot of mysteries in his heart, about Wang Zhixiong, about himself, and the little ball in the dream, what is going on? Wang Ai was lying on the bed puzzled, and a chaotic sound appeared in his head, exactly the same as the silver ball in his dream. And when Wang Ai closed his eyes, the ball actually appeared, shining with silver-white light, constantly spinning in his mind. Wang Ai wanted to observe the ball carefully, but found that he couldn't get close to the ball, as if there was no zài in his body, and suddenly Wang Ai realized that this ball was himself!

Wang Ai opened his eyes suddenly, motionless, staring at the ceiling in a daze. I don't know how long it took, he suddenly remembered Lin Xueyu again, and hurriedly picked up his mobile phone and sent her a message, saying that he was very grateful for these materials, which benefited him a lot, and invited her to eat delicious food tomorrow. "Tomorrow?" The mobile phone rang, and Lin Xueyu replied with two words. Wang Ai glanced at the time, it was already a little past, smiled bitterly, and also typed two words, "Today". Wang Ai didn't sleep well all night.

Like Wang Ai, there is another person who can't sleep all night, Shi Tao. Since Wang Zhixiong told him about Wang Ai, Shi Tao always had a feeling of being restless, mixed with half joy and half sorrow, happy that there was finally another such young junior, and worried that he didn't know where this young man could go. Thinking that when he found out that Wang Zhixiong was different from ordinary people, he didn't have such a big deal in his heart, but now what's the matter, he doesn't have that calmness. After thinking about it, Shi Tao decided to try it himself, he wanted to see what kind of person Wang Zhixiong was constantly praising him.

Some of them you have heard of Wang Zhixiong when he was young, saying that the reason why he suddenly became a basketball master from an ordinary person is because he has the help of the ball spirit, or there is no explanation at all, the person who has compared the ball with Wang Zhixiong still said that he trains hard, and no matter how hard he works, he is not as good as the ball spirit. Of course, there are also people who don't believe in any ball spirit at all, saying that this is all a lie, and there is nothing in the world that science can't explain. In the end, their argument reached Shi Tao's ears, and Shi Tao just said that they should train with peace of mind, saying that there was no ball spirit at all, and if you want to play basketball well, you still have to rely on yourself, don't think about useless things all day long. Everyone heard Shi Tao say this, and didn't go to discuss more, this matter slowly passed, Shi Tao looked at the current group of players, sighed helplessly, and blamed him, the coach, who couldn't lead the team to play well, but thinking of Wang Ai, I somehow had a little confidence in my heart.