Cheng Fei picked up the basketball - it was not called "taking", it was called "lifting". How could he have exercised this kind of exercise, his arms only felt soft like a noodle, and he couldn't exert any strength, and his muscles were so sore that they seemed to have been poured a spoonful of vinegar.

"Pay attention to the movements, don't deform the movements, didn't I teach you yesterday?" Wang Zhiwen was dissatisfied.

Cheng Fei struggled to correct his movements, and the basketball slipped weakly from his hand.

"No, I'm so tired, my whole body hurts." Cheng Fei shook his head helplessly.

"I only shot a few baskets yesterday, and I'm tired today?" Wang Zhiwen felt incredulous, "Can you persevere?" ”

"Perhaps...... Can it......" Cheng Fei gritted his teeth and straightened up, picked up the basketball again, "Bang", the basketball smashed to the rebound, not even the basket was next to it, Cheng Fei also stumbled because of too much force, and almost fell and gnawed on the mud.

Wang Zhiwen had no choice but to spread his hands: "No way, you can only rest first, and then practice when your body returns to normal?" ”

Cheng Fei nodded helplessly. He really wanted to rest. He walked to the sideline and sat down, very depressed. In any case, the body that can't stand shooting a few baskets is really rare among students of the same age, which is blamed on not doing physical exercise.

The session lasted until half-past nine, and it was completely dark, except for the dim orange street lamps that shrouded the pitch and the faint glow of the nearby residential buildings.

They were still practicing tirelessly, and Wang Zhiwen showed rare excitement — not even when he talked about breaking Xu Jian's ball yesterday — and he kept correcting their shooting mistakes and telling them some tips for shooting.

Cheng Fei later insisted on going on the court and threw a few balls, but the weakness in his arm still did not disappear.

However, Wang Zhiwen soon discovered that due to everyone's different physical qualities and preferences, they also liked different techniques. No matter how he teaches, Chen Jie, who has long arms, is only willing to play hook hands under the basket, Li Lin, who has inexhaustible strength, only likes to shoot outside the three-point line, and the tireless Liu Junfeng always has to run all over the court, only Yang Cong practices wiping the board under the basket and shooting from the middle distance one by one......

As for Zhang Yulai, he seems to be a little sluggish, and he never knows how to shoot or how to step to the basket; Deng Liang was lazy and didn't care much about Wang Zhiwen's arrangement; As for Cheng Fei, the physical strength he reserves every day may only be enough for him to move his chopsticks to eat......

No matter what, a group of people are still sweating from practice. Half past nine was the time when the dormitory closed, and Wang Zhiwen, who was quite satisfied with the training, looked at the luminous watch and led the team to hurriedly walk back.

When I walked to the second floor, I saw that the iron door was closed.

Probably hearing the movement, an old face poked out of the porter. Cheng Fei recognized that face, fierce and domineering, full of meat, broom eyebrows flying into the sky, gray hair with teeth and claws-it was Director Zhang of the dormitory management office. The others also knew about his strength, and they were all frightened and silent.

"What are you doing?" As soon as Director Zhang spoke, his guttural voice was so heavy that the floor seemed to tremble.

"Playing ball." Wang Zhiwen responded.

"Do you know what time it is? Do you know that the door of the dormitory is locked at half past nine? "Director Zhang's neck is exposed.

"You know, isn't it half past nine?" Wang Zhiwen's tone was not soft at all.

"What kind of basketball are you playing in the dark, and professional athletes don't do it like you?" Director Zhang pointed at their noses and shouted, "I'll spare you once today, and I won't open the door for you next time!" Hit me a ball out there for the night! I can't freeze you to death! ”

"Boom", the iron door opened. The students in dormitory 204 entered silently, and Director Zhang's muttering voice came from behind them: "I still play ball, students don't study, what can I do if I play ball?" Playing ball to support your parents? ”

As soon as he entered the door of 204, Liu Junfeng couldn't help but scold: "This dead old man, his mouth is not clean!" ”

"Shhhh Be quiet! Cheng Fei hurriedly stopped him, "After all, he is the director of the dormitory, he looks down every day and doesn't look up, if he is really mad, it will be enough for us to drink two pots." ”

"He dares!" Liu Junfeng didn't give up, "We'll come back tomorrow after practicing until ten o'clock!" ”

This night, the tired Cheng Fei slept very deeply, and the white elbow pads did not appear in the dream.

The next day, in the classroom of the first class of high school.

The gray-haired Chinese teacher is shaking his head and reciting Li Jianwu's "Climbing Mount Tai in the Rain", and a thick nasal voice surrounds the classroom, like an ancient private school chanting aloud. At this time, there was a small commotion in the class, and the Chinese teacher noticed the commotion and stopped.

He soon heard a voice, and although he was old and his ears were not very good, he was still very familiar with this sound in class, and he had heard it many times in his life.

The snoring was faint at first, but then it grew louder, and the classroom erupted in soft laughter.

The Chinese teacher was so angry that she dropped her textbook, picked up the chalk and threw it at the student lying on the table. The head of the chalk smashed a white dot into the man's hair and fell to the ground. The snoring shows no signs of stopping and continues.

The laughter in the classroom grew louder and louder.

The student at the same table quickly pushed the man. Cheng Fei raised his head in a daze, and muttered, "Did I just throw in?" ”

The students couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter.

The Chinese teacher shouted angrily: "You stand up for me and recite this text!" ”

Cheng Fei was so frightened that he quickly stood up and picked up the book, but his hand trembled so much that he didn't obey the call, and the book slammed on the table at once. His arm was so sore.

The Chinese teacher was so angry that his beard trembled: "You still dare to drop the book?" What is your name? ”

Cheng Fei was full of grievances, and muttered, "Cheng Fei." ”

The Chinese teacher was stunned for a moment, and an old face was full of surprise: "You are Cheng Fei?" ”

Cheng Fei replied vaguely, thinking to himself, this teacher and the old man Zhang in the concierge have the same virtue.

"Cheng Fei, the basic knowledge of the high school entrance examination in the bureau is a full score, and only two points are deducted for the essay," the Chinese teacher nodded, his face softened a lot, "I slept late yesterday?" ”

The eyes of the whole class were on him, which made Cheng Fei very uncomfortable. He only nodded.

"Sit down, I know you're not in good health, and you're not used to living on campus at first, but don't do it again in class in the future." The Chinese teacher didn't ask why, and waved him down kindly.

Cheng Fei stared at the blackboard blankly, his head full of basketballs flying.

In the evening, the basketball court at the school gate.

"Still doesn't work?" Wang Zhiwen stared at Cheng Fei, who was snoring and panting, and asked.

"No, not only can't I lift my arms, but I can't move my legs." Cheng Fei waved his hand weakly.

Wang Zhiwen shook his head, spun the Spalding basketball in his hand, then stretched out his arms, the ball flew over his head, and then leaned down, interspersed the ball between his legs along the figure-eight shape, and finally threw it to Cheng Fei, saying: "According to the exercise I just did, take a rest when you are tired." ”

Cheng Fei said "um" apologetically.

Wang Zhiwen shook his head and walked to the court. The court was in full swing, a large group of people were sweating and panting, and from time to time there were "pounding" dribbling sounds and "hey-ha" shouts. Seeing that they were so conscious, Wang Zhiwen didn't care about his teammates' practice. He was intently holding a basketball, staring at the basket to practice shooting, and from time to time he would suddenly start, rush over to grab the rebound, and then make up the basket.

After shooting the basket for a while, Wang Zhiwen began to dribble and run all over the court. His movements are very strange, dribbling sideways while walking in a zigzag with crab steps, and he moves very quickly laterally.

Cheng Feizai carefully observed Wang Zhiwen's movements. He noticed that Wang Zhiwen's dribbling gesture was very different from Wang Zhiwen's, Wang Zhiwen mostly stretched out his palms and had a downward and rapid hitting action; Wang Zhiwen's hand is consistent with the arc of the basketball, and the palm of the hand seems to be slightly convex upward, not touching the ball, all the force comes from his five fingers.

That's right, Wang Zhiwen's palms are clean, but his knuckles are covered with dust.

Cheng Fei began to draw scoops according to the gourd and learned Wang Zhiwen's movements, but the basketball just didn't listen to the call, and he didn't know how to use his strength. It looks simple, but it's hard to do. Cheng Fei doesn't think that other people dribble so well, but once he does it himself, he can't even do one-tenth of it...... White elbow pads are right, who can become a basketball master overnight?

Miracles, after all, still haven't happened. Cheng Fei shook his head and practiced according to the movements Wang Zhiwen had taught before.

A group of girls walked in from the school gate with a smile, and stopped for a moment when they passed the court, and the laughter like silver bells immediately attracted the attention of the boys on the court. They shoved and shoved, let out a burst of laughter, and left the court and walked in the direction of the student dormitory.

Although I can't see the faces of this group of girls clearly, most of them are classmates from the children's school in the factory. Presumably they also recognized the boys on the court, so they stopped and watched for a moment.

Liu Junfeng's gaze followed the girl in the white dress even more, and he didn't give up until their backs disappeared around the corner.

The basketball revolves around the body, and Cheng Fei becomes more and more energetic the more he practices, as if the soreness in his arms has been resolved by this "Tai Chi" move. He ran to the court in high spirits, raised his hand and shot, "boom", and the nets turned up a snow-white wave!

"Beautiful!" Wang Zhiwen, who was standing under the basket, caught the ball and threw it again.

His passing momentum was so powerful that Cheng Fei was almost hit in the chest, and the tiger's mouth was also numb. He adjusted his posture and shot again - his posture had basically gotten rid of two-handed shooting - "Whew", hollow again!

"Awesome!" Wang Zhiwen threw the ball over again.

Cheng Fei took a deep breath, made a move, and went in.

Everyone on the court stopped practicing, looked at Cheng Fei standing at the free throw line, and cheered for him. Cheng Fei didn't know where the strength came from, one after another, he actually threw ten goals in a row, almost hollow! Wang Zhiwen couldn't help shouting: "It's too godly! It's amazing! ”

Wang Zhiwen's interest was also mobilized, and he kept passing the ball to Cheng Fei, but at the eleventh ball, Cheng Fei raised the ball, suddenly put it down again, and said in his mouth: "No, I'm too tired." ”

"In the end, it's still a matter of physical strength." Wang Zhiwen shrugged and sighed.

At this time, an old but powerful voice exploded in the air like thunder: "It's time to stop the water, it's time to stop it, stop the water at half past nine!" "It's a familiar voice to them.

With a few exclamations, a group of people rushed to the dormitory with a cheer......