Although he had scolded Tang Zhenfei 10,000 times in his heart, Yang Fan still politely asked him for advice: "Then Tang team, look, how should I balance the relationship between the two?" Yang Fan's question seemed to be difficult, Tang Zhenfei scratched his head and thought for a long time, and finally answered him: "I don't know, and I don't play organizational guard." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Yang Fan felt that if he remembered correctly, this was the third time he had said something similar. It seems that if I don't play organizational defenders, I can solve all the problems related to Yang Fan. Yang Fan knew that he couldn't ask any more questions, so he didn't ask any more

, just silently put the dumbbells back on the shelf.

may also feel that he can't get off the stage, Tang Zhenfei changed the topic: "Do you have any plans for the future?" Liang Lu first smiled when she heard Tang Zhenfei ask such a question: "Study hard and make progress every day, what else can you do?" Tang Zhenfei may also realize that the question is too general, so he added: "I mean basketball. ”

Yang Fan didn't say anything, he wanted to wait for Liang Lu to answer first. Liang Lu pondered for a while, and hesitated to say what he thought in his heart: "I want to be in the school team, and I don't have a specific idea of what I can do in the future." Tang Zhenfei nodded, and then looked at Yang Fan again.

Yang Fan knew that he was waiting for his answer, and after taking a deep breath, he said slowly: "I want to play professionally, and it is best to enter the NBA." Liang Lu over there heard Yang Fan's answer, and suddenly stood up from the butterfly machine: "Stinky boy, are you still quite ambitious?" ”

Tang Zhenfei nodded thoughtfully, then pushed open the door of the fitness room as if he remembered something, and then shouted twice at the basketball court: "Chen Fat!" Fat Chen! After a while, a really fat boy ran in front of Tang Zhenfei: "Jelly Bean, call me?" Tang Zhenfei pulled him in: "Do you remember when you joined the team, I asked you what your dream was?" Chen Pang looked dazed: "Remember, what?" Tang Zhenfei pushed Chen Pang in front of Yang Fan again: "You repeat it again." Chen Pang looked embarrassed: "It's not good, it's all ignorant when I was young." ”

Seeing Chen Fat's twisting appearance, Tang Zhenfei restrained the urge to laugh: "If you want to say it, you can say it, these are all your own people, and there is nothing to be ashamed of." Seeing that he couldn't pass through, Chen Pang muttered softly: "Enter the Rocket Team and escort Yao Ming......" I don't know if it's because Chen Pang's expression is too ridiculous, or if his words really sound a little naïve, Yang Fan and Liang Lu both pursed their lips and forced a smile.

"What do you think now?" Tang Zhenfei then asked. As soon as he heard this, Chen Pang seemed to be a little angry: "Damn, just one idea now, don't ****** meet An Shida so early, let's also enter the semi-finals!" Tang Zhenfei seemed to be very satisfied with his words: "You go out." Hearing this, Chen Pang felt like he had run out of the fitness room.

"See?" Tang Zhenfei said this to Yang Fan, "He also wanted to play in the NBA like you before, but now his dream has long been smoothed out by reality." ”

Yang Fan didn't say anything, he was even a little angry. He felt that comparing him with Chen Pang was not a fair thing in itself, and that Chen Pang couldn't play in the NBA, it didn't mean that he couldn't do it.

Tang Zhenfei also knew that Yang Fan was not convinced, and he sat on the dumbbell stool in front of Yang Fan. "I'm not trying to hit you, I'll calculate it for you, at your current level, the gap between you and the CUBA star player is still a notch behind." Tang Zhenfei continued while touching the worn skin on the dumbbell stool, "And as far as I know, so far, no CUBA player has been qualified to play in the CBA, not even a substitute. That's another one or two notches. Tang Zhenfei felt that if he continued to deduct, the hole might continue to expand, so he stopped his hand, but his mouth still didn't stop, "How big is the gap between CBA substitutes and CBA players, how big is the gap between CBA players and the national team, how big is the gap between the national team and the NBA, how much worse are you by calculating yourself?" After saying this in one breath, Tang Zhenfei stood up, walked to the dumbbell rack, pointed to the pyramid-shaped dumbbell rack and continued to preach to Yang Fan: "We are at the bottom of this pyramid now, you may not even count the bottom now, you want to stand at the top of the tower, how difficult it is to imagine." ”

Tang Zhenfei's words were layered on top of each other, and what he said was very reasonable. Liang Lu on the side agreed with his words, when he used to watch games on TV, he didn't feel that he was much worse than NBA players, and the movements they could do could barely be done by themselves, it was nothing more than that they were taller and bounced better. And Tang Zhenfei analyzed it like this, he seemed to feel that there was an insurmountable gap in front of him, this side of the ditch was him and Yang Fan, and the other side of the ditch was the NBA of his dreams.

Yang Fan continued to be silent, he didn't know how to refute, he suddenly felt that his thoughts were a little naïve and ridiculous. Tang Zhenfei picked up the dumbbell on the highest level of the dumbbell rack, and then handed it to Yang Fan: "Do you know what I should use to summarize what I just said?" ”

Yang Fan took the dumbbell and shook his head. Tang Zhenfei frowned, and said solemnly: "Don't think about such distant things first, do it step by step, you must first become the first organizational defender of CUBA!" ”

Yang Fanmao paused, but still had doubts: "Can I?" Tang Zhenfei smiled: "It seems that I still have to give you a good lecture." Now the NBA doesn't have a Chinese guard, not even a yellow-skinned one, am I right? Yang Fan nodded.

Tang Zhenfei continued: "Compared with blacks and whites, there is a physical gap between the yellow race, but there are also advantages, from now on, you should think about how to give full play to your advantages, instead of blindly imitating the way blacks and whites play." It's easy to say, but it's hard to do. Yang Fan listened attentively, and Tang Zhenfei's status in his mind was suddenly much higher.

"So when you usually train, you have to pay more attention and cultivate a good habit and way, these are slowly developed and improved in the future, but you must always firmly believe that you are going to play in the NBA, the higher the goal, the farther you may go, you are like Chen Fat, he may have a dream of basketball in this life is to enter the Final Four, it is completely costly."

Hearing that Tang Zhenfei made fun of Chen Pang again, Liang Lu secretly held grievances for Chen Pang in his heart, it was really a fat man who was bullied everywhere. "There are a lot of words to talk about today, you can listen to what you think is right, forget about it if you think it's wrong, don't get along with yourself." After saying this, Tang Zhenfei pushed the door and prepared to go out, but as soon as he stepped out of the door with his front foot, he immediately retreated: "I forgot to say one thing, I have studied biology twice, and I have time to tell you about the muscle structure of various races." When he said this, Tang Zhenfei raised his eyebrows at the two from time to time.

Liang Lu couldn't stand Tang Zhenfei's expression the most: "Old Tang, go out quickly, don't ****** flattering us, it's disgusting!" Tang Zhenfei grinned, turned around and left the fitness room.

Seeing that Tang Zhenfei was really gone, Liang Lu sat down again and continued to fiddle with the butterfly machine. "I said Yang Fan." Liang Lu spoke, "Don't listen to him scare you, I feel that you are still very hopeful!" Hearing Liang Lu say this, Yang Fan responded with a smile. You see you're 1.88 meters, but it's actually enough to play playmaking guard in the NBA, unlike me. It may be that playing the butterfly machine is too laborious, and Liang Lu speaks intermittently, "I'm definitely hopeless, so you practice hard!" Yang Fan hummed again and stopped talking, but picked up the dumbbell that Tang Zhenfei had just handed him and practiced his biceps.

During the afternoon training, the two spent time in the fitness room. After returning to the dormitory, Yang Fan couldn't even go up to his bed, so he had to lie down on Zhang Qingbao's lower bunk to rest for a while, and he felt that his muscles were as sore as injecting vinegar. Zhou Xiaochuan was still lying on his bed reading the novel, and when he saw his idle computer, Yang Fan suddenly remembered something, got up and went to turn on the computer. Zhou Xiaochuan put down the book in his hand and glanced at Yang Fan: "The password is 6 1s." Then I continued to read the novel.

"What's the secret in your computer, and the password?" Yang Fan made fun of Zhou Xiaochuan while losing the password. "It's just some action movie, you want to see it?" Zhou Xiaochuan did not hide it. Of course, Yang Fan knew what action movies meant, but his interest was not here, he just opened the search website and typed in the two keywords "professional player" and "training".

There is almost no content about this on the Internet, he only found a post claiming to be a sports school student, and the content in the post is also very general, without mentioning any specific methods, but from the lines, Yang Fan can feel that this person's daily training is very hard and boring. In contrast, Yang Fan felt that his training in the morning could only be called a warm-up. After closing the webpage, Yang Fan figured out one thing, whether it was playing or studying, he could make a name for himself, except that he really needed talent, without hard training, he could not excel no matter what.