There are always some people and things in this world that are special compared to ordinary things, some special are obvious, and some are more hidden.

Like Turgon? His illness was so obvious that he could barely interact with other people his age.

Turgon's illness caused him to be discriminated against even in the economically developed coastal areas of the interior, because there were always people in society who were prejudiced against what he considered to be "different", let alone in the frontiers where education, economy, and so on were not fully developed.

And Turgon? Mamaiti's unobvious peculiarities show when he touches the basketball.

As soon as he saw that the arena was filled with several basketballs with iron frames, Turgon's originally somewhat bewitching pale blue pupils began to shine brightly, just like a traveler in the desert seeing a beautiful oasis.

A pair of sneakers that weren't very new, a set of unremarkable jerseys, Turgun put on his gear as soon as he entered the well-equipped arena.

Picking up a basketball, Turgun stroked it slowly as if he had a treasure.

Turgon, who got the basketball next, made Wang Lei, Ai Li and Xue Yongjiang dumbfounded.

The basketball is like a spring bolted to Turgon's hand, and it touches back and forth between Turgun's hand and the floor at various frequencies and heights.

The fancy crotch dribble plus change of direction and the subsequent back dribble, although it looks a little awkward, but the rhythm is very good, every move and style are very atmospheric and obvious, without the slightest feeling of hard to come out.

A sixteen-year-old boy, with no one to cooperate and no one to teach, is a miracle that he can dribble so well with his own efforts.

After all, he is not a professional basketball practitioner, his main job is nutritionist, and he thinks that Turgon's body is a little thin, but his bones look well-proportioned, and his arm span feels good.

Xue Yongjiang saw this child's excellent dribbling, and he even felt that Turgong could be the team's point guard with this excellent dribble alone, at least dribbling to the front court and handing it over to the interior offense was enough.

And Wang Lei sees much more in his eyes than the other two, excellent arm span, good dribbling, slightly thin but well-proportioned body, these are second in Wang Lei's opinion, and the first thing he values is Turgon's ball sense.

After all, Wang Lei is a national-level basketball player, although he is disabled now, but his previous experience is still there, and coupled with the experience in the earth's time and space, Wang Lei has an alternative understanding of basketball and this time and space.

Turgon's dribbling action is indeed flawed, which is inevitable, after all, he has not received professional training, but his feeling for basketball is something Wang Lei has only seen in his life, and this feeling is reflected in the change of rhythm when he dribbles.

Many people may think that dribbling should be as fast as possible, but those who really understand basketball know that fast is just the foundation, and there is no change in rhythm that is so "fast" and sometimes even hurts itself.

Although there was no instruction from Wang Lei, Turgon, who touched the basketball, seemed to have his own spirit, he dribbled the ball quickly to the three-point line, and almost immediately jumped up and shot the basket.

Although Turgun leaned forward very much when he jumped, which showed his own lack of professional training, Wang Lei and the three noticed that these were not these, because Turgon's shooting was very accurate, and the spin was very fast, almost a standard hollow into the net.

Turgun, who finished shooting blue, did not stop, he picked up the basketball, dribbled to the three-point line again, and this time although it was not a pull-up jumper, but the point of the shot was half a meter away from the normal three-point line.

Once again, the basketball flew into the net in almost the same arc.

"Da Lei, I found a treasure......"

Xue Yongjiang had long forgotten some of his previous strange opinions about Turgon, and at this time he felt that this kid was enough to gain a foothold in the youth team, and even better than his peers.

"Look again."

Although Wang Lei seemed very calm, in fact, his heart was surging with joy, and he was going to settle this Turgon.

For the next ten minutes, Turgun showed off his skills in front of Wang Lei and the others, while his sister Azgul laughed and cheered her brother after every shot.

Turgun still remembers the first time he touched basketball, when he was six years old, he wanted to be bold enough to go out and play with other children, but he was discriminated against and isolated by everyone, and the sad Turgun later received a gift from his father, a poor quality basketball that was not of good quality.

No one played with him, so Turgun played basketball by himself, and since he was a child, his friends probably only had basketball.

"Stop, Turgon, and I'll tell you about your shortcomings."

"The downside? I feel like I'm doing a good job! ”

When it comes to basketball, Turgun's inner self-esteem emerges, and he doesn't really feel that he has any shortcomings.

"Well, you did a good job, but you still have shortcomings, your jump is not good, which means that you don't control your body well enough, you have to try to do a vertical jump on the pull-up jumper, and sometimes even add a back, can you do that?"

"So how? How can you make a vertical jump with such a fast rush? ”

"You can do it, but it takes a long and hard time of training."

"I'm not afraid of hardship, I like to practice basketball."

Turgun said it unusually resolutely.

Azgul on the side watched his younger brother and the tall coach talk non-stop, but he didn't say a word that he had left, and he suddenly became a little anxious.

"Coach, can my brother stay?"

"Don't you hear? Our coach Wang has just said that Turgun can stay, don't worry, Turgun will definitely stay. ”

Ai Li on the side hurriedly explained to Azgul.

Hearing that her brother could finally stay, Azgul was happy to shed tears, too many rejections before made this beautiful Uyghur girl's heart full of resentment, now no matter what else, at least her brother can continue to play basketball.

Azgul was crying, but Turgun was listening carefully to Wang Lei's talk about some things that needed attention, this feeling of never being guided was so good, which made Turgun unconsciously like the tall Han coach next to him.

Compared with Azgul and Turgon, Wang Lei feels very good in his heart, at least he has a basic way to realize his future ideas, and Turgun is the first platter in his hand.