On the court, the players of Shunyi Middle School watched their respected coach put on a respectful look at the little old man, and immediately exploded. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"It seems that this old man is really a peerless master."

"It shouldn't be wrong, as our Coach Hu's special teacher, we all have such reverence for this person. Coupled with this person's introverted spirit, I think at least he has the cultivation of the Yuan Infant Period. ”

"I'm afraid it's not that simple."

"What if you think so?"

"In my opinion, this senior has reached the time of the tribulation......"

No. 14 smiled helplessly: "Hey, you guys, you've read too many immortal novels." ”

"You're embarrassed to say that we, captain, didn't you say you don't know this person, why does your father know him very well."

"I don't know if the coach knows him well or not, I just know that I haven't seen him before today. It's just that I just remembered that this person had only seen him on TV in the morning. ”

"No, it's all on TV, wouldn't that be a master of the Mahayana period!"

"It's not as exaggerated as you think, it's just the TV station in LH City, it's the game that was broadcast in the morning. This old gentleman was on TV at the time, sitting in the head of the bench of Longyuan No. 2 Middle School, and his identity doesn't need to be said. ”

"I see, it's the coach of Longyuan No. 2 Middle School. However, everyone is a high school coach, and there is no need for our Coach Hu to be inferior. ”

"It's not clear......"

When the young man with the inch head was speculating with everyone, he saw the coach beckoning him over. He then walked up to the two of them and nodded to the little old man again, this time as a formal greeting.

"Xuelin came to get to know, this is the coach of Longyuan No. 2 Middle School, Teacher Zhao Qianshan Zhao."

"Hello Mr. Zhao!" The inch-headed young man greeted respectfully. Although he doesn't know the identity and personality of the other party, he will respect the middle-aged man from the bottom of his heart.

The middle-aged man continued to introduce: "Mr. Zhao, this is my adopted son and the captain of our team, Hu Xuelin. ”

"Adopted son?" Zhao Qianshan frowned and looked at the young man suspiciously.

"That's right, I was an orphan since I was a child, and I was adopted by my father." Hu Xuelin didn't wait for the middle-aged man to speak, so he took the initiative to explain. He only smiled self-deprecatingly when he spoke, and his eyes remained calm and clear throughout.

Zhao Qianshan stared at Hu Xuelin for several seconds, and saw that the other party was just a little puzzled and had no other discomfort, so he finally spread his brows and smiled.

"Yes, it's a good seedling!"

The middle-aged man also showed a proud smile and said, "Teacher Zhao doesn't need to test him in this regard, Xuelin, this kid has an open heart and won't be able to tolerate things." ”

Zhao Qianshan nodded, like looking at a commodity, and looked at Hu Xuelin's whole body carefully, even with his naturally humble personality, he complained a little in his heart. But because of his father's presence, it was difficult to speak.

After a long time, Zhao Qianshan finally finished looking at it, and then said: "What skills do you have, take them out and show them." ”

Hu Xuelin looked at his father, and the middle-aged man nodded slightly, giving him a look that he wanted to let go of and do it.

This conversation did not avoid people, and several players from Shunyi Middle School who followed him were inexplicable. But because of the supreme authority of the middle-aged man in their hearts, no one objected, and several people began to talk in a whisper.

"Hey, our school and Longyuan No. 2 Middle School should be a competitor."

"Well, it seems like this."

"If you're a competitor, you should keep your secret weapon."

"Yes, that's true."

"Then why do you want to show our captain's big killing weapon, is it a soldier who wants to surrender without a fight?"

"Well, it seems like this."

"Hey, are you listening to me!"

"Well, that's true—oh no, Coach Hu must have a reason for doing this, what are you worrying about."

"That's what you said, what am I doing with that heart......"

Hu Xuelin walked to the court and explained the reason to a group of middle-aged and elderly basketball enthusiasts, and everyone knew that there was a good show to watch, and they readily agreed to give up the venue and stand on the sidelines as spectators.

Coach Hu Desheng personally walked to the basket to feed Hu Xuelin, and everyone saw that this inch-headed young man quickly ran from the middle to the three-point line in the bottom right corner, and happened to receive the ball from the middle-aged man.

After he landed, he didn't look at whether the basketball was in or not, and ran straight to the next moment. After running into place, the sound of the basketball entering the basket and the praise of the crowd came out under the basket.

Then, the next ball came over.

Every time Hu Xuelin shoots, he will inevitably change positions, all outside the three-point line, and sometimes even one step away from the three lines. But once he was in that position, he didn't make any adjustments and just caught the ball and shot.

Praise such as "good ball", "beautiful" and "handsome" suddenly sounded on the sidelines.

Of course, there will be noises, Zhao Qianshan himself is that noise, every time he sees the opponent finish throwing, he will immediately comment, and each time the evaluation is different, it can even be said to be very mean and tricky.

"The posture is beautiful, but the shot is not fast enough!"

"This shot was fast, but it wasn't high enough!"

"Wow, the bounce is good, but the basketball shot seems to be a little low."

"It's good, I can raise the shot right away, but the balance in the air is not very good."

"Well, this time, I'll talk about it when I think of the shortcomings, and I'll see the next ......"

In a short time, Hu Xuelin quickly finished shooting 20 balls, each with a header outside the three-point line. And every time he shoots, he will quickly make adjustments to the next shot according to Zhao Qianshan's comments, and gradually reach the point where Zhao Qianshan has nothing to say. He shot from the bottom right corner to the middle and all the way to the bottom corner on the left, shooting in almost every position.

Twenty three-pointers, all hit!

When the twenty balls were thrown, a large crowd of spectators had gathered on the sidelines, all of them silent, silently looking at the inch-headed young man. The inch-headed young man wiped his sweat and looked at Zhao Qianshan on the sidelines silently with the middle-aged man.

At this moment, Zhao Qianshan's expression looked strange, as if he was holding a breath in his mouth, he gritted his teeth and closed his mouth tightly. But that breath clashed very badly in his mouth, making his face quickly bulge a big bag. He struggled to keep the air bag down on this side, and another one popped up on the other side.

After fighting like this repeatedly for a while, finally, Zhao Qianshan still didn't hold back, and let out that breath from the innermost part - he couldn't control his emotions and laughed proudly.

The middle-aged man in the audience watched this scene and finally smiled with relief.