"Coach, I'm asking you a confidential question. "Yang Fan did not respond directly to Coach Zheng, but asked a question.www.biquge.info

"Huh?"

"Who will you let play in the second half?"

"What? Anyway, there must be one of you, let's talk about it, if you don't have a double-assist, you'll have to treat you tonight. ”

"Coach, you see that I am a student......" Yang Fan turned out the bottom of his autumn pants pocket.

"That's not my business, in exchange, it doesn't hurt if I reveal some secrets to you, in the second half, you are one, a foreigner is one, Ah Jun ......" Coach Zheng hesitated, "Forget it, go up to a few baskets to make it easier for you, Ah Jun is also one." ”

"There are two ...... left," Coach Zheng said, looking around, several substitutes knew that it was very likely to get a chance to perform in the second half, and they all straightened their chests, for fear that the coach would not be able to see themselves.

"Daniel Zhang, Bolun, you are also ready to prepare!"

Yang Bolun is also a newcomer to the team, he has never been given a chance to play before this, heard Coach Zheng call his name, Yang Bolun stood up happily and saluted Coach Zheng like a military salute.

"What? The Young Pioneers came? Coach Zheng smiled.

Yang Bolun's salute was indeed not standardized, it did look a little similar to the Young Pioneers' salute, and there was laughter in the dressing room.

There are only two exceptions, one is Yang Bolun, whose face is flushed, and the other is Yang Fan. Yang Fan stared ahead with dull eyes, and the whole person fell into deep thought.

Yang Fan's mind quickly swept over the movements and habits of the other four people during their usual training. As the thinking deepened, every movement of the four seemed to be carved into a model, standing in front of Yang Fan at this time.

Yang Fan added a basketball court to his imagination and added four teammates. He fantasized that he was breaking through with the ball, and his teammates were also moving forward, and when he reached the halfway line, the imaginary time was suspended by him, and the four teammates were also fixed in their respective positions, Yang Fan looked around the court.

At this time, there were two players in front of him, Jackson at 45 degrees to the front left, and Ah Jun at 30 degrees to the front right. Yang Fan glanced back again, Yang Bolun was in the left rear, and Daniel Zhang was directly behind.

Yang Fan let the time in the imagination space continue to advance for three seconds, Jackson has already entered the three-second zone, and Ah Jun is also standing outside the three-point line, at this time, if you want to pass to Jackson, the best way is undoubtedly to throw the ball high, so that he can directly relay the ball in the air. If you want to pass the ball to Ah Jun, the best way is to break through the attraction defense first, and then hit the ball into Ah Jun's hand, so that he can throw an unguarded ball where he is best at.

Daniel Zhang and Yang Bolun because of their height, this time just outside the three-point line, Yang Fan carefully looked at the position on the court, if Jackson and A Jun are not in a good position, at this moment he can rush in first, and then distribute the ball to Daniel Zhang who is on the front, or wait two seconds, let Yang Bolun cover for himself and then seek the next offensive way.

Although they don't usually spend much time training together, Yang Fan relies on his excellent memory to completely remember the habits and positions of each player. The model he built in his own brain is so vivid that it can almost reach the level of actual combat simulation.

Yang Fan kept asking his imaginary self to adjust his passing style and posture to suit each teammate, and when he finally came back to reality from his fantasies, the locker room was empty - everyone was back on the pitch for the second half to start immediately.

"Fuck me!" Yang Fan didn't know if he had delayed the game, so he hurriedly ran back to the court.

When Yang Fan ran into the field, his teammates were warming up on the field, and it looked like the game hadn't started. Yang Fan sat on the bench and calmly waited for the game to start.

The whistle at the beginning of the second half of the game quickly burst out from the referee's mouth, and Coach Zheng also sent a combination of main and substitute starters in the second half as arranged at halftime.

Yang Fan touched the soles of the two shoes with his hand and looked at the position of his teammates - he guessed correctly, the positions of his teammates were exactly the same as he had imagined before.

The Daqing Oilfield team launched an attack, and Yang Fan stared at the No. 4 player opposite. Because he knew that Yang Fan's strength was far above him, this No. 4 was a little timid in the face of Yang Fan's defense. Cowering, afraid of being broken by Yang Fan.

The less confident the defender is, the more mistakes will be, Yang Fan saw the opportunity, just when No. 4 was about to pass, and at the moment when he hesitated, he stole lightly and cleverly pulled the ball out of the hands of player No. 4.

This was a good opportunity to launch a fast attack, Yang Fan didn't think about it, and immediately held the ball to attack forward. Just after half, Yang Fan subconsciously glanced at his left hand side.

Sure enough, Jackson had already run to the front, and Yang Fan didn't have the energy to turn his head to look to the right again, but he saw a red figure from the corner of his eye.

If you didn't guess wrong, the red figure should be Ah Jun.

Yang Fan continued to attack with the ball, silently counting the seconds in his heart, and when he counted to three, he didn't look at it, and directly threw the ball high.

The ball was thrown very casually, and the moment the ball was shot, Yang Fan himself was a little annoyed. He felt that he shouldn't be so reckless, and he should have seen it clearly.

But the frustration didn't last two seconds. Jackson jumped high and stretched his hands to the highest point. His hands reached the basket at almost the same time as the ball. There was no momentary lag, followed by a powerful dunk.

This dunk is like a shocking shot after the storyteller has finished a story, and the whole court is silent. The silence lasted for nearly three seconds, before being replaced by thunderous applause.

Jackson was quite excited, and he flicked his fist at the air. Then he roared angrily and ran towards Yang Fan.

Yang Fan knew that Jackson wanted to bump his chest with him, and when Jackson jumped up, he also jumped up and used his chest to meet Jackson's strong chest muscles.

The black man's muscles were like pig iron, which made Yang Fan's chest hurt. However, Yang Fan was also surrounded by excitement, he was like a primary school student who knew the answers to the final exam in advance, and after taking a lesson, he couldn't wait for the next exam.

The Daqing Oilfield team is no longer able to organize resistance, although they are still organizing a new wave of attacks in an orderly manner, but the players do not see the slightest desire to win on their faces.