Lao Yang is still here.

He was waiting in the aisle outside the studio door, and Yang Yiming went out after recording the interview and was startled to see him. Because he didn't expect the other party to come.

"Oh? There you are. ”

"Hmm. The program team wanted to ask me to participate in the interview, but I refused. But I'd like to be able to come and have a look. ”

"They just let you in?"

"Well, they told me to wait here, saying it was the staff area."

Yang Yiming looked left and right, and saw that the interview of "Impression of a Mountain City" was over, and the staff were all coming in and out of the studio door, busy vacating the studio and preparing for the next show. The director shouted loudly in the studio to direct all walks of life, and the intellectual hostess who was chatting happily just now, saying that she wanted to chat alone for a while after the show is over, has long since disappeared. Yang Yiming saw that no one noticed him, so he said to Lao Yang:

"Otherwise, you come to the dressing room, and there's no one else there."

"Okay."

Yang Yiming walked in front, looking back at Lao Yang walking behind him from time to time, afraid that he would be scattered by the flow of people. In this brightly lit passageway, he seemed somewhat out of place. Lao Yang is at least ten years older than the people around him, he is 1.80 meters tall, and he still maintains the lean and strong young man below his head, wearing white sports short sleeves, black shorts, and a pair of Nike running shoes. He doesn't have the broad shoulders of Yang Yiming, but more slender, a bit like Jamal Crawford, and even his skin color is a bit similar, which must come from the wind and rain that he has been working outdoors all year round. His face was also carved with many horizontal wrinkles, his skin was also a little loose under the daily exposure on the Yangtze River, and he wore a farmer's straw hat, which was probably the main reason why Lao Yang would look rustic and a little out of place. This studio is mostly full of men and women with exquisite rules. But Lao Yang had to wear a hat again, so that he could block his black and gray hairline, which had faded to the Tianling Gai.

I don't know if he can dunk now.

Yang Yiming thought silently in his heart as he pushed open the door of the dressing room reserved for him by the TV station. It was empty but brightly lit, and the dressing table was still in a messy state prepared in a hurry before the interview began, according to the program team, no one needed to requisition this room for an hour after the end of the broadcast, so Yang Yiming could take a good rest in it and then rush to the next event.

"Find a chair and sit casually, no one will come for a while."

Lao Yang dragged a high-legged swivel chair used by a makeup artist, sat on it and felt a little twisted, and replaced it with the armchair of the makeup person in front of the mirror before settling himself down.

"How many days will you be back this time?" He asked.

"Two days, tomorrow will be gone."

"Hmm. Listen to you, going to Germany for training? ”

"That's right. Koharu - is my agent, who helped me make an appointment with Dirk Nowitzki's mentor Hogel to help me with shooting skills. I'm leaving tomorrow. ”

"Dirk-Nowitzki...", Old Yang read it softly, as if chewing the name of the "German tank" and chewing it carefully, and then nodded thoughtfully.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's good."

"No, what do you want to say. Let's just say it. With his many years of understanding of Lao Yang, Yang Yiming was keenly aware of his father's hidden words.

"It's just..." Lao Yang raised his head to look at himself in the mirror, and then looked at Yang Yiming beside him through the mirror. It's just that Nowitzki's set is really good, but he can finish it because he is 7 feet tall, and he can shoot without confrontation..."

"But I can't?!"

"It's not that you can't, it's just that Nowitzki is an exception after all. Most shots still happen after the matchup, so I've been asking you to improve your fitness and ability to fight so that you have a chance to get a foothold in the NBA..."

"It's all the same old thing." Lao Yang's words were abruptly interrupted.

"It's not the same old thing, you look at those NBA stars, who isn't..."

"Of all the people, you just want to mention Dr. J." After Lao Yang's words were interrupted for the second time, the entire dressing room more than three meters high suddenly fell into a dead silence, and the bright lights burned people's eyes.

Yang Yiming couldn't bear to think of the scorching sun on the July River in Chongqing. The sun is so tanned that people can't even lift their eyelids. It is also possible that his eyelids were pressed by the sweat of the broken thread, and dripped down his eyelashes on the hot deck, instantly turning into a traceless moisture. Yang Yiming put his hands behind his back, carrying hundreds of pounds of iron anchors, and jumped on the deck to do frog jumping training. In the summer, when the Yangtze River is full of water, the river flows fast, and the small pleasure boat sways from side to side when passing through the narrow river, Yang Yiming not only has to overcome the gravity of the iron anchor and the proud heat, but also has to maintain balance on the deck when jumping forward. At that time, he was only in his early 10s, and the bounce, resistance, and balance of the physical fitness mentioned by Lao Yang may have originally come from this training, but Yang Yiming still didn't feel grateful...

There is even some resentment.

Lao Yang is not so much a basketball coach as a cruel tyrant who stayed in a sports school in the seventies.

The roughest training tools, the most difficult training items.

Sometimes Yang Yiming is not even sure the real purpose of the other party's letting him do these trainings. "You'll understand in the future." Is the future that Lao Yang said is now? But from beginning to end, Yang Yiming thinks that if you really want to play basketball well, shouldn't you spend more time with basketball? is like the shooting training he wanted to do in the summer but was opposed by Lao Yang, and he was found by Lao Yang countless times when he secretly practiced dribbling in the small room of the ship, and he was dragged back to the deck to complete the boring and cruel physical fitness training.

Handstand up and down the steps at the door of the mountain castle.

Upside down sit-ups outside the railing on the second deck.

Holding 100 catties of goods on and off the ship with both hands.

In the matter of using the things around him to train Yang Yiming, Lao Yang's imagination is endless. There are always other ingenuity, full of tricks, and the intensity of difficulty is gradual.

In this regard, Lao Yang finally resembles the star he likes, Julius Irving. Dr. J's basketball combines strength and skill, and his imagination is unbridled and he can use it to the extreme, surpassing his contemporaries by more than five to ten years. Lao Yang's imagination in developing training projects can indeed match Dr. J, but what Yang Yiming has never understood is why in Lao Yang's eyes, Dr. J is a player who eats body food?

Perhaps the sentence should be reversed: "Why do you think that as long as you train your physical fitness, you can become the next Julius Owen?" ”

He didn't understand it all along.

Does your success come from the boatman in front of you, who wears a straw hat and only choreographs some rough physical training? Yang Yiming couldn't figure it out, and he didn't plan to figure it out.

Perhaps refusing to admit it is the best way to deal with it.