After Yu Xiaochun left the room, Yang Yiming was finally able to put down his thoughts and fall asleep.

Scott Kalonski's YACAF program may sound tempting, but it would be nice to be able to practice shooting with Nowitzki's mentor Hogel in the summer.

He didn't immediately agree to Yu Xiaochun's plan because he wasn't sure that shooting was the most pressing skill he needed to improve right now. Maybe Yu Xiaochun just happened to meet Nowitzki, and felt that it was a good opportunity, so he was in a hurry to recommend it to himself? However, Yang Yiming really didn't have the strength to discuss the details of "what is most suitable" with Yu Xiaochun, and the tiredness of this long night finally swept over him, and he fell asleep.

1/

I don't know how long it was, but he had a dream.

In the dream is the last moment of a ball game. 1.4 seconds. There wasn't any screen reminder of the timer, but Yang Yiming seemed to know that 1.4 seconds was the time he and the entire Rockets team could use. Like every dream that is so clear that it is all too clear, there are all kinds of details piled up in the dream, and when you want to trace the source, you can't find their source.

Isn't that the face of every dream?

1.4 seconds.

In front of a familiar audience. Familiar arenas. Although there were only 1.4 seconds left, Yang Yiming could feel the physical sensations generated by the struggle and chase for a full two hours. Tired, and the hope of being tired after the shell is peeled off. It's like pedaling an uphill bike in the gym for two hours straight, and although you are exhausted, the hope of reaching your goal will make you can't help but pedal a few more times, sprint and hit the line.

For now, he only needs another 1.4 seconds to work hard.

There wasn't a single lead in the game, but as long as they threw the last goal, they could steal the win.

It's that simple.

The arena also felt the enormity of the task: the simpler the offensive task, the easier it was to defend.

The stadium is like a boiling kettle, steaming, crowded, boiling to the extreme, and quiet to the extreme. Familiar fans, but the plot of winning the decisive battle is the first time that they are unfamiliar with it.

Rockets in red letters in white.

The opponent of the black and orange letters.

In the dream, Yang Yiming didn't know where the opponent came from, but it didn't matter. The important thing is how to kill with one blow and defeat the enemy.

In the dream, the next moment, Yang Yiming was already standing on the court. Outside the sidelines, to be precise. The basketball was held in his hands, held above his head. The sideline referee next to him is gesturing the seconds remaining on the penalty: three, four... Yang Yiming could feel the audience in the stadium behind him, the entire stand collapsed a few centimeters behind him like an avalanche, and the fans' urgent breathing almost sprayed the back of his neck...

Not only the stands behind him, but also the people in front of him poured towards him like a tidal wave. Harden, opponent, Capela, opponent, Ariza, opponent, Gerard Green, opponent... This round of off-ball blocking and dismantling seems to have no end, just gathering and scattering, scattering and gathering, but every time it spreads, it is getting closer and closer to Yang Yiming who serves.

Four, five...

Yang Yiming's eyes saw the palm of the referee's timing gesture, clenched into a fist, and immediately all five fingers were about to be flicked away together. He had to make a move... In the court, Gerald Green took advantage of Harden's off-ball block and ran to the bottom corner three-point line without hesitation. His defender crashed into Harden, and the two staggered one step after the other, both of them falling to the floor.

Suddenly, the tide rushing towards him seemed to hit the sand, seeping into the sand, revealing a rare gap.

It could be the moment!

While the referee's five fingers on the sideline have not yet been extended, while the defenders on the ground are still struggling on the floor, while the Rockets' off-ball blocking is still effective, and while Gerard Green's passing route has not been cut off, Yang Yiming pushed the ball out!

In the next second, he entered Green's body. It seems that basketball is the medium of the exchange of their souls - Green, who is in charge of Yang Yiming, catches the ball, bounces up, and with a flick of his wrist, the basketball flies out.

After the shot, Yang Yiming had not dropped his arm yet. He has only four and a half fingers on his right hand, and the ring finger is a mutilated half, which is the tragedy left by the ring on his finger when he was 11 years old when he competed with his peers and hooked the nail on the door frame - he always jumped higher than everyone else - sometimes jumping high is not the only way to win, this seemingly simple truth, many years after he lost half of his ring finger, he slowly came to understand.

But at this moment, his mutilated ring finger, as if he was a special scope for shooting a basketball, guided the spherical bullet, tumbling, drawing the most beautiful parabola, straight into the center of the net bag.

In the dream, a white light burst out from the net bag, and the white light first swallowed the basketball that entered the frame, and then quickly expanded outward, swallowing the entire space. In the white mang, Yang Yiming saw his teammates congratulating Daoxi's body parts, palms, fists, heads, arms, and even thighs, sticking out of the gaps in the white light, and raindrops generally fell on him. He dodged with a smile and enjoyed the precious basketball of his life.

At this time, there was also a smile on his face in his dream.

It seems that it was not Gerard Green who scored the killer three-pointer, but Yang Yiming himself.

It is unknown how long the celebration lasted for the lore, but the white color slowly dissipated, and the details of the pitch and teammates slowly emerged. There was no Yang Yiming in the team of the celebratory Rockets, and he didn't know where to go, but his soul was still with Green's body, feeling the dull process from ecstasy to joy.

"Gerald, your parents are coming for you." Behind the crowd, it seemed to be Yang Yiming's own voice.

Rockets teammates make way for Green's parents. I saw a black couple in their fifties walking in front of them, the old man was wearing a Houston Astros baseball uniform, and the old woman was wearing a red Rockets fan uniform, the two were holding each other.

"Son! I'm so proud of you. ”

The old woman weighed at least 200 pounds, had a round waist, and wore a red Rockets fan jersey with a size of 4 X's. Shaking her thick arms, the dreadlocks on her head, and her huge gold earrings, she pursed her flaming red lips and ran at Yang Yiming—ah, no, Yang Yiming's possessed Green.

"Good son, I love you!"

When did my mom turn into a 200 pound black aunt?!

Yang Yiming was frightened by this, suddenly woke up, and his dream of killing came to an abrupt end.

But what he didn't expect was that half a week later, this scene in his dream really happened in the Rockets vs. Suns game!

It's just that everything in the dream is reversed: the black rocket, the white sun; Gerald Green on the sideline, and himself on the winning shot in the bottom corner!

The second whistle kill in his career!