When he heard that Qin Han was in the training hall, Vinny Del Negro's original worries dissipated. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoAs long as Qin Han is not knocked down by setbacks, then everything is fine.

Vinny Del Negro didn't go to Qin Han, and it was better to let the young man be alone for a while at this time.

In fact, he didn't feel frustrated by the team's defeat, on the contrary, he felt that the loss was not unjust. The team's win over the Celtics was a fluke, and the Magic's lineup was no weaker than the defending champions.

It's normal for the Bulls to lose at home, and it's also a reflection of the strength of the Bulls' team today. But after all, Qin Han is only a first-year rookie and has only played a few games, and young people don't like to lose, especially for talented players like Qin Han, victory is their goal in every game.

However, Vinny Del Negro would not have said that it was reasonable to lose this match. Not only does this break the morale of the team, but it also makes everyone in the team start to lose and lose, and it will change anyway, which will make the team lose the game and lose mentality.

Vinny Del Negro began to summarize the game: "We played very tenaciously in this game, and the fundamental reason for the defeat was the feeling. So I'm asking everyone to be half an hour early for tomorrow's training session to get back to their senses. I think everyone knows the opponent for the next game, Cleveland Cavaliers, this is another tough bone to gnaw. ”

Vinny Del Negro swallowed his saliva and said, "However, we have no reason to be afraid of them, our team leader HanChin is no worse than their "little emperor", so let's disband." Vinny Del Negro will not forget to establish the majestic and heroic posture of the Qin and Han dynasties in the hearts of everyone.

Everyone on the Bulls sitting in their respective seats panicked when they heard that they were going to challenge the Cavaliers with "Little Emperor" LeBron James in the next game. But then I heard Vinny Del Negro's kind "reminder" that I suddenly woke up.

Although HanChin didn't feel good in this game, he was not inferior to some experienced point guards in terms of connecting teams and organizing offense. It was precisely because HanChin combed the team's offense when he was not feeling good that the Bulls were able to carry it to the final quarter under the crazy offensive of the Magic team.

Everyone on the Bulls team had already unintentionally developed a sense of trust in Qin Han. Without further elaboration, Vinny Del Negro saw that the gloomy look in his disciples' eyes vanished, replaced by a desire to win the next battle.

Seeing this, Vinny Del Negro walked out of the dressing room with peace of mind and prepared to go to the press conference. It's just that this time he only brought Luo Er Deng alone, and as for Qin Han, he didn't call it. His beloved apprentice was already in a bad mood, and there was no need to bring him to deal with these reporters who didn't mention it, even if he only had to answer three questions.

In the training hall on the other side, Qin Han was sweating profusely and throwing the ball. "Bang!" The basketball slammed into the hoop in front of it and bounced out.

"Why can't I shoot all the time, I've obviously reduced my power when shooting." Qin Han bent over, put his hands on his knees on both sides, and gasped for breath, and said in his heart.

After the game, continuing to practice made Qin Han really tired. But when he wants to rest, the picture of today's game often pops up in his mind.

His three-point hand felt cold, and the previous sharp breakthrough was completely useless under the muscles of the Magic team's interior gate. In the end, he could only rely on his talent in organizing offense and barely led the team to the final quarter.

Everything is so difficult, this is the summary of Qin Han's game. Playing against the Magic is either you shoot him to death, or you are shot by him or let them blow up inside. And it is not easy for the Bulls to hold on to the fourth quarter among the two must-lose factors.

Thinking about it, he ran to pick up the orange ball that had fallen to the ground and threw it again. As a result, the result this time was still the same, the process was just this shot, the ball hit the rebound hard, and bounced back to Qin Han's side.

The successive setbacks gave birth to a hint of giving up in Qin Han's heart. He's a flesh-and-blood man, and he also has mood swings. Not to mention losing the game, the plan to practice more and strive to make his mid-range shooting a little better has also come to naught.

Qin Han couldn't hold on this time, and sat down on the floor with his head down, his eyes shooting at the wooden floor of the training hall, in a daze. In the training hall, at this moment, only the thud of the ball on the floor and the panting sound of Qin Han were extremely quiet.

The tranquility in the training hall made Qin Han, who was impetuous in his heart, feel a lot calmer. When Qin Han stopped gasping for breath, he began to replay the picture of himself practicing mid-pitch in his mind. From his shooting posture, to the direction of the shot, to the main fingers used to shoot, to the whole process of hitting the iron at the end, Qin Han replayed it one by one in his mind.

After recalling the whole process of his shot, he said to himself: "Stephen told me that there was nothing wrong with my posture itself, that is to say, the problem was in the time when he shot."

"It's just that what's wrong?" Qin Han wondered.

The approximate range has been determined, and now it is necessary to find out the problem from the strength of which fingers are used to pluck the ball when shooting. Qin Han recalled these two steps repeatedly in his mind, and after a while, a look of awakening appeared on his face.

"Finally found out what went wrong with my mid-shot!" Qin Han danced excitedly. The question itself is simple, and the question is easier to find when the general range is filtered out.

After Qin Han was excited, he kept muttering the strength of his hand in his mouth, and the strength of his shot was ...... This is not the end, he deliberately picked up the basketball not far away, tried to adjust the strength to a balanced state, and shot freely.

This time, Qin Han never heard the disgusting sound of striking iron, and what came into his ears at this time was the basketball rubbing against the net, and the "Wow!" Sound.

Ball in! Qin Han clenched his right fist and regained his spirit again. He immediately ran to pick up the basketball and started shooting. It doesn't matter if you don't vote, you will be shocked if you vote. Among the fifty or so balls thrown by Qin Han in a row, there were only a few iron sounds, and the rest were Qin Han's favorite sounds.

After shooting, Qin Han, who confirmed that he had completed the basic skill of shooting in the middle of the shot, no longer had an anxious look on his face, and showed a sunny smile. Being able to practice his miserable mid-pitch in this extra training is indeed a big surprise for himself.

His mid-range shooting is no longer a heart disease, and Qin Han is full of confidence in challenging the "little emperor" LeBron James away the day after tomorrow.

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