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Training for the whole team is underway.

Colva holds a tactical board and walks around, inspecting everyone's athletics.

Seeing that everyone was almost warmed up, Corva blew the whistle and asked the whole team to come around, and then said: "Today I want to see your shooting ability, which involves the main tactics of the next game, whether it can be executed, so everyone cheers up." ”

As soon as Colva's words fell, everyone's loose expressions suddenly changed, and the coach's meaning was already very clear, and this training result was directly related to everyone's playing time in the next game.

Colva was already on the court, he ordered everyone to line up, and then he took the first red bucket and set it up on the court, and he put one on each wing and in the two corners, then two on the wings outside the three-point line, and finally one on the free throw line.

"All seven of these points were shot once. It can't be more than 18 seconds! The order is as follows, starting with the left bottom corner, then the left wing middistance, the right wing middistance, and the right bottom corner. Finally, there is the left three-point wing, the free throw line, and the right wing is three-pointed. Corva glanced at the whole team and asked repeatedly: "Is everything clear?" ”

"Yes, Coach!" Everyone replied in unison.

"Okay, don't get the order wrong, otherwise the test results will be canceled. In addition, you can pass the ball to each other, and you can also specify who will pass the ball for you. Corva said sternly, then said to Theodore, who was at the front of the line, "Let's start with you." ”

Theodore nodded to Bach and then stubbornly walked to the bottom left corner, his shooting was average, and now he was embarrassed to show it to the whole team, but when it came to this, he had to abide by the arrangement.

There are a lot of people who are in the same mood as Theodore, so in the team, there is a buzzing exchange of ears.

Yan Yufeng, who was standing at the back, secretly complained in his heart, he had just finished training Kisen's defensive subject yesterday, and when he returned home, he felt that his wrists were about to be broken, and he didn't even have the ability to hold the quilt.

After sleeping and getting up, I found that the situation was slightly better, and my wrist could be used normally.

On the court, I tried to shoot a few balls, and sure enough, it was the same as what Yanri said yesterday, the previous ten stable shots, now miserable, I was sighing in my heart I don't know how many days it will take to recover, but I heard Corva say that he wants to do a shooting test.

If it had been changed before, Yan Yufeng would have looked up to the sky and laughed three times unwillingly before he could stop, but now after hearing it, it was as if he had been struck by lightning, and he was suddenly stunned.

What a pit!

Yan Yufeng smiled bitterly in his heart, he would not play himself, but he cared very much about the feeling of being despised after the test results, but it was impossible to refuse to participate at this time, so he gently moved his wrist while preparing for the worst.

Theodore's score was 2-of-7, except for a mid-range shot on the wing, the other five balls were all out of the basket, and one of the three-pointers was still three-pointed.

Corva also knew that as an inside lineman, this test would not get a good result, but it was not surprising, so he waved his hand and let the next one continue quickly.

The next one was Bach, whose results were also very poor, and he hit a shot from the free throw line, and seeing this, Theodore, who had returned to the team, suddenly looked much better.

Bach had a dark face after the game, but when he walked up to Theodore, he showed an indifferent expression. As the only center forward for Crus, his playing time will never be threatened, and this test has no impact on him.

Next up was Beasley, he had a dignified face, for him, this test was crucial, in the first game, he didn't play a lot, so he really didn't want this test to affect him.

And the final result also made him happy, his shooting was extraordinary, 5 of 7, except for two three-pointers, the other five points, all hit. And to Beasley's delight, this time he definitely didn't spend more than twenty seconds, which is a very important indicator.

Sure enough, Colva smiled and nodded to Beasley, who was walking by.

Walking back into the team, Dusher, who passed the ball for him, was the first to jump out and touch hands with Beasley, and the rest of the substitutes were also smiling, Beasley high-fived in turn, and walked to the end, but Yan Yufeng was still distracted, and couldn't help but let Beasley, who had already raised his hand by inertia, and wanted to high-five Yan Yufeng, was suddenly embarrassed.

Seeing it in his eyes, Du She couldn't help but snort, and his face twisted.

Yan Yufeng reacted at this time, raised his hand and touched Beasley, and said, "I'm sorry, I was distracted just now, and I threw it hard." ”

After all, Beasley is a grade of Gao Yan Yufeng, and his thinking is mature, so he quickly covered up the embarrassment and said with a smile: "Luck, you have to work hard later." ”

"Try your best." Yan Yufeng replied lightly.

Beasley nodded, said no more, and returned to Duchenol and the others.

The next two Sarisali brothers, their shooting is just good and bad, and the results are also very different, point guard Sarri is 3 of 7, and point guard Sarri is 6 of 7.

Koval recorded their results and the time spent, so it seems that the shooting ability of the main lineup, he probably figured it out, and now there is only Tennison left.

Next, it happens to be Tennison.

Tennison was shaking his shoulders and doing the final shooting warm-up activities, and Yan Yufeng, who was behind, could also see clearly, he knew a little about Tennison's ability, but he was also very curious about what the real situation was.

Colva's test, Youngrie's training for him as early as the beginning, Youngrie said very clearly at the time, these 7 points, basically cover the shooting points that can be shot on the court, through these seven points, you can roughly know the position of the player being tested, as well as athleticism, shooting level.

At that time, Yan Yufeng remembered that he was 7 out of 7, and Yangli's requirements were stricter, only giving 21 seconds of time, that is, each shot can only be used for 3 seconds, but this is including self-throwing and grabbing, and then dribbling to the shooting point.

How many seconds was I? Yan Yufeng recalled.

After the test, Youngrie said: "With this test alone, you have reached the level of a college player, but through my training, you have a chance to become a top NCAA level."

Later, I tested it again, and if it weren't for today's test in Corva, I really wouldn't be able to remember it.

Just when Yan Yufeng was distracted, Tennison's test began.

He walked outside the bottom left corner, looked intently at the basket, then bounced on the spot a few times before finally moving his shoulders before nodding to Maurizio Sarri, who was about to pass the ball.

The ball came in parallel quickly, and in all fairness, as a point guard, Sarri's passing was good, and he was also the best pass in the team, and choosing him to pass the ball for Tennison invisibly added to the advantage.

The moment he received the ball, Tennison seemed to switch modes, he lightly stretched his arms, jumped up slightly, threw the ball, and then ignored whether it hit or not, and quickly ran to the second shooting point, and the basketball came at the right time, jumped up again, and shot.

Colva's face was solemn, he looked at the stopwatch, and then looked up at Tennison's shot, and this posture was repeated until Tennison stood in the bottom right corner and threw the basketball.

Looking at the time of the stopwatch, Corva looked a little surprised.

15 seconds, 7 out of 7.

This result is infinitely close to the test data of the main players of the NCAA, looking at the panting Tennison, Colva is also relieved, you know, he has discovered it himself.

Herzberg, who had been watching silently from the stands, was also a little surprised by Tennison's test, and he looked at his old partner, who gave a covert gesture. Herzberg knew the results instantly, and he couldn't help but nod his head and look at Tennison a few more times with appreciation.

There was also a commotion in the arena, especially with the main players, who were cheering, with Tennison first jumping up to celebrate with the passing Maurizio Sarri in the air, then high-fives Bahlsiodo and others, and finally running to Corva to ask about his finish.

"Fifteen seconds, that's good, just one second away from the NCAA's start." Corva said to her disciple with a smile. Tennison was shocked, and soon his face was full of excitement, and he couldn't help but raise his hands and cheer loudly.

"What's wrong?" The others were a little strange, and Maurizio Sarri, who had just been listening to the coach, immediately repeated what Colva had said, and each one exclaimed.

Even the bench and others, who were just a little surprised, were shocked by the news, NCAA starting data, which means that Tennison will have a good chance of being recruited by the giants as soon as he graduates from high school to become an NCAA player, and even possibly go to the draft .......

Thinking of this, even the most indifferent Dushe opened his mouth, and then looked at Tennison's eyes differently.

This is no longer a person who is in the same world as them.

Everybody thinks so in their hearts.

Only Yan Yufeng just frowned, 7 in 15 seconds?

As for this?

Because he stood at the end of the team, Sarri could only listen to most of the coach's original words, except for the missing sentence of the NCAA starting standard.

However, even if Yan Yufeng heard it, he would not be surprised, you must know that Yang Li said at the beginning that he had reached the level of NCAA.

With the bench lineup being tested one by one, this test of the player's ability has also come to the end.

The whole team was left with Yan Yufeng who did not test.

Yan Yufeng slowly walked to the middle circle of the court, he glanced back, and found that no one took the initiative to stand up and say that he would pass the ball, and he couldn't help but be stunned, and then there was a chill.

Corva immediately noticed the situation, and he coughed dryly, and after a while, Beasley stepped up and said, "I'll do it." ”

Yan Yufeng regained his composure, his face smiled, he leaned over and picked up the basketball on the ground, first shook his head at Beasley who came over, and then said to Colva: "Coach, I want to complete this test by myself, is it okay?" ”

Colva's face still had the remnants of this extremely unexpected incident just now, when he heard Yan Yufeng's words, he couldn't help but be even more angry, he thought that Yan Yufeng was angry, but if he had a seizure at this time, it would undoubtedly only make this matter worse, so he forcibly controlled the emotions that were about to explode, nodded his head, and said, "You start, I won't register the results this time." ”

Not registering means that no matter how bad the result is, Corva will not be regarded as a real result, this is showing his attitude, Yan Yufeng heard it, but his heart was like an ancient well, without a trace of fluctuation.

Holding the basketball with one hand, Yan Yufeng walked to the bottom corner step by step.

Suddenly, I seemed to hear what Yang Li had said to himself when he was training.

A real star, when he shines the most, is not the high score that he has hit with his hot hand and good body, but the strength that bursts out in the face of high-strength defense and suffocation when he is sick and cold.

This power is beyond his potential, his gift, and it is entirely through willpower. Only those who have really produced this kind of power are qualified and likely to be called superstars.

Even if I'm not in good shape right now, I can't give up.

I will not allow anyone to despise me and mock me.

Come on, let's see what a real shot is.

Standing in the bottom corner, Yan Yufeng stood with his feet slightly forward and backward, at this time, the audience was quiet, the main players looked like they were watching a good show, and some of the substitute players were curious, a little inconsequential and indifferent, like Du She still sneered, with a look of disdain.

Herzberg in the stands touched his beard, he had always been curious and suspicious of this Asian who was regarded as a treasure by his old enemies, although Yan Yufeng had given him some surprise in the training match not long ago, but this was not enough.

Now in this university-wide aptitude test, Herzberg has some expectations for what Yan Yufeng will bring him an answer.

Just when everyone was pondering in their hearts, Yan Yufeng, who was still and motionless, suddenly moved.

He didn't shoot directly, but slapped the basketball sideways, and then moved his body slightly to the bottom corner, which is what Yang Li told him, if you feel that this shot is about to be shot, it will be very difficult, don't bother to make a few more moves, and then shoot, so that it stimulates the potential of the body, and makes your shot, but will have more chances to hit. (Just like many golfers playing, when no one is defending, they can't score in the open position, and when they are forced to defend and have no way out, they can make a magical hollow shot.) This is because through sensory stimulation, you can concentrate your mind more highly, and at the moment of shooting, you will master better shots. ）

Jumping high, Yan Yufeng did not take the previous state of relaxing his body to shoot, but jumped with all his strength, he needed to stimulate his body and make his nerves highly sharp. When he felt that he was about to reach the highest point, Yan Yufeng snorted lightly and took the ball.

At the same time as he fell, he was watching the trajectory of the basketball, so he immediately knew the result of this shot, and as soon as his feet touched the ground, Yan Yufeng ran to the basket.

He can't control his speed too fast, because the inertia created by this will affect his second shot, and when he runs to the basket, the basketball also passes through the net, and then takes a step forward to catch the basketball in his hand.

Reflexively walked, dribbled two steps, and came to the second shooting point, Yan Yufeng barely made any adjustments, turned over again and jumped, he adjusted his body in the air, and the moment he faced the basket, he shot again.

Hit the ground and run to the basket again.

Catch the ball, take advantage of the situation to the third shooting field, the same posture, the person has not yet turned around, jumps, turns to the front of the basket in the air, shoots, falls, runs.

Catching the ball, he strode to the bottom corner of the right side, and in the entire stadium, only the squeaky sound made by Yan Yufeng's shoes rubbing against the floor at high speed, and all the people looked at Yan Yufeng in shock, as if he was throwing a whistle ball, moving at high speed.

Herzberg was in the stands, exhaled, and stood up, Colva was no longer looking at the stopwatch, he stared intently at Yan Yufeng flying on the court.

Stepping out of the three-point line, Yan Yufeng collected the ball and turned around, he took a quick breath, adjusted his breathing, slightly calmed the feeling of lack of oxygen in his body, raised his head to look at the basket, and jumped high again without any hesitation, he jumped so high that Yan Yufeng felt like he was looking at the basket in parallel.

He could even see where the orange iron ring on the edge of the basket was about to be worn away, revealing the true color of brown steel.

Shot, landed, Yan Yufeng ran, at this moment, he forgot where he was, who was watching, in his mind, there was only the basket and the tumbling orange basketball.

And the white nets that kept floating.

Catching the basketball, Yan Yufeng twisted and ran to the wing of the three-point line on the right, this time, he didn't use the air stop to shoot, he slapped forward with his right hand, and then jumped forward with both feet to catch up with the bounced basketball.

The body was already sideways in the air, and the moment he landed, he twisted his feet, exerted force on his waist, and just fronted the basket, without hesitation, Yan Yufeng stepped on the spot.

Glancing at the trajectory of the basketball, Yan Yufeng ran again, he stepped over the three-point line, crossed the free throw line, and while catching the basketball, he braked sharply, and his body spun out a half-arc, he was like a whirling blade, and the speed did not decrease to the end of the arc, the free throw line.

Stand still, concentrate, exhale, look up, lift the ball. A series of serving moves were all done by him in just one second. Then Yan Yufeng stood still, his knees were slightly bent, his body leaned forward, and at that moment, his right hand was extremely stable and he shot the ball.

Yan Yufeng looked at the basketball, this time, he didn't run up, he just took a step forward, the basketball smashed on the back edge of the basket, and the speed passed through the basketball net extremely fast, and fell towards the position where Yan Yufeng was standing.

Stretching out his hands and catching the basketball, Yan Yufeng started at high speed again this time, he turned back to the left wing outside the three-point line and glanced at the basket.

Just when everyone thought that he would jump high again, Yan Yufeng turned his head sideways and glanced at the whole team coldly, at this moment, the audience was suffocated, everyone felt his cold gaze, and then Yan Yufeng turned around.

Jump, shoot.

The ball rolled in the air, and this time, the basketball arced higher than any other, it was higher than the top edge of the rebound, and it rolled in the air, flying higher and higher, as if it was about to break through the arena.

Everyone couldn't help but stare at the basketball, their necks stretched out, their mouths open, their brows raised.

Yan Yufeng, who had already landed, turned around and walked out of the court without any nostalgia.

"Huh!"

A sound sounded, clearly echoing over the court.

"Bang!" This is the sound of Yan Yufeng picking up his backpack, slamming the door and leaving.

Everything came so suddenly, so suddenly that no one knew what had just happened!

“12。 4 seconds! Corva looked at the stopwatch in his hand tremblingly, when he saw Yan Yufeng's last-minute shot, he couldn't help but press the stopwatch, there is no doubt that this time is accurate.

What level of shooting is this?

Corva couldn't find out.

The voice was clearly conveyed to everyone's ears in the deathly quiet arena, and the shock could not describe the mood at the moment, just like a miracle, when Yan Yufeng made his first move, everyone was already shocked.

And the crisp sound of basketball and the louder sound of slamming the door are undoubtedly the best ending for everything that has just happened.

Yan Yufeng, who was standing at the gate of the stadium, couldn't understand the mood of the people inside, he exhaled a breath of turbidity, looking at the dusk and sunset staining the sky, a gust of cold wind blowing, and felt that at this moment, his soul was extremely happy and refreshing.

No matter what kind of flood is behind him, I'm just happy!

Throwing the backpack on his shoulder, Yan Yufeng spat on the ground and strode away. (To be continued.) )