After lunch, Shang Lin refused Yan Yufeng's send-off, raised his hand to take a taxi, and rushed to the airport. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Yan Yufeng watched the taxi go away and walked in the direction of the school. The restaurant is only two streets away from the school, and the last trace of gloom in my heart is gradually fading as I walk.

After all, Yan Yufeng's character is to look forward, things have happened, the only thing to do is to go on well, and don't let emotions make this thing worse.

There is only one elective class in the afternoon, and the time is half past three, and if you look at the watch, it is only ten o'clock on the spot. Yan Yufeng thought about it and felt that he should go to the group of old men to talk. Depending on the situation, I'm afraid it's hard to have time to go there again, and for this group of old men, Yan Yufeng is still very grateful and in awe in his heart.

Nothing else, in Yan Yufeng's eyes, each of them is a treasure, buried deep in the wealth of basketball. But why did it fall to the point of picking up rags? Yan Yufeng guessed that they should have an unbelievable past.

Yan Yufeng had no intention of inquiring, he could feel the kindness of the old people, and this was enough.

Thinking about this, Yan Yufeng subconsciously took out his mobile phone and wanted to call Robbie's number, but suddenly realized that his brother-in-law had completely drawn a line with Andy and them, and Robbie naturally couldn't be his driver anymore.

Sighing, Yan Yufeng recruited a taxi, sat down, pointed out the destination, and closed his eyes.

The brother-in-law's original intention Yan Yufeng estimated seven or eight points, but he was worried that he would not be able to control himself and go to the game privately, so it was better to be a hundred and block his qualification to play in the Street League in New York.

Yan Yufeng had nothing to say about this, but thinking about that past, he was still very grateful to everyone, without them, he would not have been able to integrate into the city so quickly.

Soon arrived at the destination, Yan Yufeng got out of the car and turned into the scrapyard.

The salesman Kisson was tinkering with something on a piece of sand, and when he saw Yan Yufeng coming, he happily threw down the tools in his hand, and said and walked over: "You haven't been here for two days, it can't be that something happened, I'm still worried, but unfortunately I don't have your mobile phone, now think about it, what a mistake!" ”

"The main thing is that you don't have a cell phone." When Yan Yufeng saw Kisen, his mood suddenly improved a lot, and he made a little joke slightly. In the United States, a mobile phone number is required, and a credit card is required as a voucher and to pay the phone bill. Like Kissen, it is impossible for them to own a mobile phone, which is the so-called credit bankruptcy, and the definition of a homeless person is here.

Kison didn't care, he waved his hand, pointed to what he had just tinkered with, and what looked like a stake box and said, "In another day, you'll have access to our latest technology." ”

"What is this?" Yan Yufeng walked up to him, looked at this thing that was no more than two meters high, unsealed from top to bottom, and empty on one side, and asked strangely.

"It feels like a broken phone booth," Yan Yufeng continued.

"Yes, in its name, it has a phone booth." Kieson was very proud, and at this time, Yang Li also walked over, glanced at the wooden box, and snorted: "The workmanship is rough, are you just holding my design drawings and doing things perfunctorily?" ”

Seeing his full-time shooting coach, Yan Yufeng realized that this thing may be related to shooting training.

Kieson looked a little embarrassed, he defended: "I didn't find the right materials, it is very good to be able to make it like this, the basic data is absolutely not wrong, so the effect will not have any effect, I can guarantee that it will be absolutely fine." ”

"Coach, what is this?" Yan Yufeng asked Yang Li.

Yang Li lifted the half-way product up and stood upright on the ground, because it was in the sand, and although the wooden box was shaking, it still stood in front of everyone.

Yan Yufeng found out that there was actually a small window on one side of the wooden box, which looked more like a sentry post.

At this time, Youngrie spoke: "The full name of this thing is the shooting booth, the name is easy to remember" Saying, Youngery said to Kisson: "You move it to the court, don't be too far away from the basket, just in front of the elbow area." Remember to strengthen your feet, don't fall down when a gust of wind comes. Then Yangli said to Yan Yufeng: "You go get a ball, and I'll give you a demonstration." ”

When Yan Yufeng came back with the ball, the wooden box was already standing a little behind the free throw line, and Yang Li pointed at him and motioned for him to walk into the wooden box.

Yan Yufeng did so, and when he entered, he found that this space was not small, and people could easily take a turn in it.

Youngrie shouted, "Facing the window, you try to throw the ball into the basket." ”

"What? It's not a joke, is it? Yan Yufeng was surprised, but it was not the first time he had encountered Yangli's various training methods, so he still did it.

But as soon as he made the shooting action, Yan Yufeng found that he felt a very uncomfortable sense of depression, feeling that his chest was blocked by something, looking at the window in front of him, he could only see the edge of the basket, as for the other parts of the basket, he couldn't see it.

"Shoot." Yanri ordered.

Yan Yufeng gritted his teeth, threw the ball out by feeling, as soon as the basketball was shot, he felt that the hand felt bad, through the window of the wooden box, he didn't see the falling basketball at all, Yan Yufeng knew that this ball might not even touch the rebound, let alone the basket.

"Don't you feel very uncomfortable, shoot the basket!" Yang Li had already walked behind the wooden box and asked Yan Yufeng.

Yan Yufeng turned around and said his feelings very sincerely: "It's very uncomfortable, indescribable feeling, this box has disrupted my shooting rhythm." ”

Yangli nodded and said, "When you shoot, are you worried that the ball will hit the board and bounce back?" ”

Yan Yufeng was stunned for a moment, and quickly responded: "What you said, I really thought so just now." ”

"Also, because you can't see the complete basket, you don't feel confident when you shoot?" Yanri asked again.

"It's true, and it's not just this, in this box, when I shoot, I feel like my elbows are going to hit the planks on either side, and it's very uncomfortable for me to get my power."

Yangli nodded and said, "Let me help you summarize, that is, when you have weakened or even interfered with the three aspects of vision, strength, and psychology, your shooting will become the same as just now, three non-sticks." ”

"That's right, Coach!"

"That's why I designed this shooting phone booth in the first place." Raised his head and let Yan Yufeng get out of the wooden box, walked in by himself, took the basketball handed over by Yan Yufeng, and then faced the window, while saying, "What do you rely on for shooting?" That's what I just said, your vision of the basket, according to the distance between yourself and the basket as you see from your eyes, your brain can make a corresponding shot force, and you can throw the basketball out without interference from the front and back. And so it was, as he stood in the wooden box and threw the basketball out of his hand.

The basketball flew out of a streak and hollowed into the frame.

The whole action, the old man in front of Yan Yufeng, felt that he had completely ignored this wooden box dozens of centimeters higher than him, which was as natural and easy as his previous demonstration of shooting.

Yan Yufeng's pupils couldn't help but open, and then he got up again.

From Yangli's actions just now, Yan Yufeng felt that he had caught something, and he pondered.

Yang Li didn't let him think about it for too long, but walked out of the wooden box and said to him: "Shooting is the most basic thing, he is the simplest in basketball, not as particular as tactics, nor as gorgeous as dribbling, but this is the most real core technology of basketball." ”

Kisson passed the ball, Janri caught the ball, then held the ball with one hand in his right hand, suddenly raised it, and with a twist of his wrist, it instantly became a three-vertical shooting action.

It's just that Yan Yufeng was still thinking about Yangli's shot just now, and he didn't grasp this detail at all.

Then he walked into the wooden box again, and inside he was obviously saying to Yan Yufeng: "Actually, you only need to see the iron ring of the basket, and the rest, you have to treat them as illusory illusions." When you see it, you make a move, and you don't have to think about anything else. It's only when you do that that you really understand what shooting is all about. ”

After speaking, Yang Li pulled the basketball out with one hand, and Yan Yufeng was outside the wooden box and saw the basketball draw a half-arc, and once again fell into the basket accurately.

Janri turned around and continued, "In fact, as long as you follow your shooting position, the basketball will neither hit the plank and bounce on your head, nor will you let your hands hit the planks on either side. Unless your shooting action is inherently wrong. ”

Yan Yufeng took a deep breath and said, "Coach, I want to start now." ”

"Well, you're practicing in this position now, and when you hit ten balls in a row, then you switch positions." Yanri gave the completion target.

"When will it be successful?" Yan Yufeng asked.

Yangli rolled his eyes, pointed to the three-point line, and said, "When you can hit ten shots in a row two meters outside the three-point line, you are considered a division, I mean five positions." ”

Yan Yufeng's eyes darkened, and he secretly scolded himself in his heart, every training task given by Yangli was not an epic task that made him feel that the sea was rotten.

The training began, Yan Yufeng's mind was completely captured by this novel shooting training, he didn't expect that his shooting still had so many false components, and he was also very keenly aware that if this training could meet the standard, it would mean that his shooting would really be considered a success.

At the same time, he faintly realized in his heart that perhaps this was the most valuable shooting wealth that Youngrie gave him.

After training more than 100 balls like this, Yan Yufeng barely got used to shooting in the wooden box, but because of the obstruction of his vision, his shooting accuracy was still much worse than usual, but in the end, there was still no more non-sticking.

Feeling the position where the sun was shining down, Yan Yufeng suddenly remembered that there was still a class in the afternoon, and couldn't help but be surprised, and then remembered the purpose of his coming here.

Walking out of the wooden box, Yan Yufeng said to Kisen, who had been picking up the ball for him under the basket: "Sir, I have a class in the afternoon, and I have to leave immediately." ”

Kison was a little surprised, as if he was in pain and the money in his hand was missing, and muttered in his mouth, Yan Yufeng didn't care, walked up to him, and said, "Actually, I came this time because I wanted to communicate with you about something." ”

After all, Kisson was an old man, and he suddenly felt that something was wrong, so he said: "You'd better tell Finney that he's in the hut, but he has a cold these days and is not in good spirits." ”

"Ah, why didn't you say it earlier." Yan Yufeng still admires the old man Finney very much, Yifenni is the obvious head of this group of old men, and Yan Yufeng feels that he is the most normal and kind among this group of old people.

Hearing that he was not feeling well, Yan Yufeng's heart was worried, at such an old age, and living in such a bad place, he couldn't help but move a little faster.

Watching Yan Yufeng trotting towards the wooden house, Kison had an appreciative look in his eyes, and he followed unhurriedly, wanting to hear what this Asian teenager had to say.

Pushing open the wooden door that was already cracked, there were three upper and lower iron frame beds, and a small steel wire bed, and all kinds of things were placed around the walls, large bags and small bags, and the smell of the room was a little pungent, mainly because there was only one window, and it was still closed.

Finney was lying on the wire bed, and when he saw Yan Yufeng coming in, he looked a little surprised, his forehead was covered with a towel, his face was also very pale, and he looked very bad.

Yan Yufeng frowned, walked over and said, "I'll help you go to the hospital." ”

Finney was surprised again, he looked at Yan Yufeng, and shook his head: "With such a disease, going to the hospital is a big fuss, it doesn't matter, I just took medicine, and I guess I will get better if I sweat again." ”

Yan Yufeng would believe it, Zhengse said: "If it was a young man, I wouldn't consider it, but sir, you ......." Next, he had some stuck words, and before he could organize his words, Finney had a see-through expression and refused: "Don't worry, if I really can't stand it, I still have these old friends, the hospital, and we can afford to live in it." ”

Yan Yufeng's face was sweaty, he looked at the old man suspiciously, the latter took off the towel on his forehead, then sat up straight, and said, "You come in, there should be something to talk to me about." ”

While talking, Yang Li and Kisen also left the hut, Yan Yufeng turned his head to look at them, thinking about the current scene, and didn't know how to speak for a while.

"Tell me, are you planning not to train here?" Finney asked with a smile.

As soon as these words came out, Kison involuntarily sighed, but he rarely didn't say a word, but Yangli asked without thinking, "Are you leaving?" ”

Yan Yufeng felt very embarrassed, but at this time he also had to answer: "I had a routine examination the day before yesterday and found that my original injury, that is, my knee, had a crack in the cruciate ligament, and my rehabilitation physician advised me not to exercise during this time. ”

Finney nodded when he heard this, looked at Yan Yufeng's thigh without a trace, and said, "Anterior cruciate ligament?" ”

"Yes, sir."

"Is it because the muscles are not well protected because they are still in the recovery period?" Finney asked again.

"Yes, that's how the doctor explained it." This time, Yan Yufeng was really surprised.

Finney sensed Yan Yufeng's gaze, smiled, and explained, "I used to be a physician for a while. ”

"That's it!" Yan Yufeng didn't want to ask, so he continued: "I came to the United States mainly to recover from my injury, so after this incident, my mother may have to strictly control my time, so I may not have much time. ”

Finney nodded, thought for a moment, he suddenly turned sideways, took the glasses from the counter, put them on, and then probably found that the lenses were blurry, so he took them off, and took out a black glasses case from the counter drawer, took out a lens cloth from it, and slowly wiped the lenses.

Yan Yufeng didn't speak, in fact, he really hoped that Finney would refuse his request and continue to let him train here, whether it was from personal needs or feelings, he didn't want to leave this group of old people.

"We can't communicate with your mother about whether or not you want to stay, I hope you understand, and I know very well that you want to stay, but that's beyond our means." Finney seemed to have guessed Yan Yufeng's thoughts, and Finney, who put on his glasses again, looked at Yan Yufeng in front of him, and sighed secretly in his heart.

"I understand." Yan Yufeng was a little depressed.

"Actually, you may think too much, after all, we old men rely on waste products as their main business, training you is really a side business, you don't have to worry." Finney smiled.

Yan Yufeng didn't speak, he may have little experience, but he didn't necessarily have no opinions, but when he heard the old man Finney enlighten him like this, he couldn't help but feel a burst of warmth in his heart.

"Did the doctor say how long it will take to heal?" Finney asked again.

Yan Yufeng shook his head and replied, "Say that it will be no problem in three months, and when the time comes, I will come again." ”

"Look, isn't that great? During this time, you don't have to exercise a lot, but you can still shoot, I'm right, Janri. ”

The old man raised his face with a dark face: "Shooting is like going backwards in the rapids, and if you don't move for a moment, you won't be able to reach the place where you worked hard before." ”

Yan Yufeng couldn't help but think in his heart when he heard this: Isn't this just sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat.

It seems that there is really no similar proverb in the English language.

"Actually, I think about it, there will still be time squeezing, but it may be much less than before." Thinking of Yangli's endless shooting training concepts, Yan Yufeng's heart was extremely greedy, he thought about it, and still felt that it should be possible, but it would cost more taxis.

Kisen hurriedly chimed in: "Yes, yes, time, just like a girl's room, there will always be crowding." Think back then, Alice was ....... Kitson was about to start the conversation, but Finney took a look at him and immediately shut up.

"I'll tell you ...... when you're an adult." Kison muttered a smile of amusement.

"Go ahead, walk according to your own will, after all, it is right." Finney said so much, it seemed that it had consumed a lot of energy, Yan Yufeng saw the opportunity to say goodbye, absenteeism was definitely not what he thought, and it was not allowed by the school rules.

Before leaving, Yan Yufeng said to Kisen, who came to see him off: "I will come again in the next two days."

Looking at Yan Yufeng's distant figure, Kisen scratched his white hair like a chicken nest and sighed.