Chapter 441: Ranbiel's smile

To reach Bill on the course? The kind of realm that Ranbir said about not looking at people to pass the ball requires strong observation and calculation skills, to know the degree of their teammates, to be able to accurately calculate the position of their teammates after a few tenths of a second through mental arithmetic, and not tolerate any mistakes, if there is a little calculation error, the passing basketball will definitely become a mistake. I knew from the beginning that this wasn't a task that could be done lightly, but I still underestimated it.

At nine o'clock the next morning, this year's Leader Show Dako? Mr. Mirisic hasn't reached it yet, Bill? Ranbir didn't wait any longer, he decided to split the players who came to me as sparring partners into two teams for a real practice match. I didn't play, but Bill? Ranbir gave me a very simple, but very difficult task, and he asked me to keep in mind the habits of these players on the court, how well they dribble and how well they run without the ball. After remembering, close your eyes, silently calculate in your mind where they will appear in 1 second, and then compare them with each other when you open them.

The game on the field is going on fiercely, I stand on the sidelines and keep closing my eyes, keep opening my eyes, although I already feel that I have almost estimated the degree of everyone, but when I open my eyes, the position of the target person is always inconsistent with the position I calculated with my eyes closed, sometimes it can even be said that it is very different.

I frowned and kept shaking my head, I know Bill? What Ranbier said could have been achieved if it had been light. There have long been people in this world who scoop three pairs as easily as drinking water and eating. Where will it be my turn to usher in this unknown era.

"How?" Bill? Ranbir stood beside me with his hands on his chest, his eyes on the players running on the pitch, and said lightly.

I didn't look at Bill? Ranbill, I just shook my head vigorously and told him about my failure.

"Don't be discouraged, this is the beginning, it's not an easy job, if you want to succeed, you need not only strong observation and calculation skills, but also tacit understanding with your teammates. This is only the first day you have met them, and if you can calculate their next movement very accurately today, you will almost be sent to the real yĆ n room to be sliced and studied by those bastards, haha...... "Bill? Ranbir said to me, half-jokingly. After laughing, he said to me:

"However, you don't have to worry about failing, as long as you have a detailed offensive strategy around you, you will definitely succeed?"

Tactics? Worked out detailed offensive tactics around me? Will it be successful? What do you mean?

I turned my head and looked at Bill in surprise? Ranbir asked with a look of surprise, "What do you mean?" ā€

"Huh...... "Bill?" Ranbir turned his head and said with a low smile, "Kwamei, do you really not understand, or do you pretend not to understand?" ā€

Again, I shook my head in confusion.

Bill? Seeing that I was really puzzled, Ranbir looked incredulous, and patiently explained: "When attacking. If you hold the ball with your back and make a gesture and your teammates shake off the defender and follow a pre-set line behind you, do you think you have a higher chance of passing the ball without looking? ā€

"You hold the ball in your face, you make gestures, and then your teammates run behind you according to the route that has been set, and you don't look at the people who pass the ball are more likely to be successful?" ……

fu*k!

Bill? Ranbir was talking, his smug face beaming with triumph, but now I really wanted to curse. Do you really want to scold Bill? Ranbir, bastard.

Bill? Ranbir is complete. Although it didn't sound like a hole in his theory, he forgot one thing, there was nothing pre-set on the court, he didn't think about the defense to cut off my teammates' offensive lanes, and what he said was a bunch of shit.

"Bill. It's people who play on the court, not machines. Their line of movement cannot be strictly such a run because it has been set in advance, and once the opponent makes a defense, the ball will definitely turn into a mistake. I suppressed my anger and said hard

"Even?" Bill? Ranbier's eyes looked at me from top to bottom for a full 3o seconds, and then he said, "So unconfident? ā€

"It's not that there is no faith, it's that it's not feasible at all!" I said viciously, if I had known about Bill? There's one in Ranbill's theory, I'd have fucking said goodbye to him a long time ago, and there's all that going on.

"Why can't it be, just because you think someone is going to come out and make up for it, just because the players are human beings, not machines, and they can't move along a fixed route? Don't you know that this word is used to in this world? Just look closely, and you'll find the way they're most used to exercising, and as long as you work together, no one will show up on your teammates' running routes...... "Bill? Ranbir leaned over, his eyes fixed on me, and he shouted loudly, slowing down the NCAA superstars who were playing on the court.

I frowned, shook my head again, and said lightly: "Bill, what you said is an ideal state, but ideals always exist in dreams. ā€

"But there are already balls like this on the football field, and they are all passed with feet, and the guy named Ronaldinho has been able to pass the ball without looking at people, and he can do it with his eyes to the left, and the ball goes to the right, and his passing is very accurate, and there are basically no mistakes, so I think on the basketball court, you can do it too...... "Bill? Ranbier's face was full of confidence.

"Bill, have you thought about space? How big is the football field, how big is the basketball court, on the football field, the closest person to you is five or six meters, even if the pass is one and a half meters away, there is no problem at all, and the person who is farthest away from you on the basketball court is at most five or six meters, all the people are concentrated in a small space, and your pass has an error of 1o centimeters, and the ball may become a mistake......" I argued, frowning and defending hard.

"Yes, the space of the basketball court is a little smaller than the football field, but don't forget that the ball is passed on the football court by the feet, and the basketball court is passed by the hands, do you think that your feet are as flexible as your hands? Impossible! Your hands are dozens of times more flexible than your feet, as long as you are serious and work hard, you will definitely be able to do what Ronaldinho does on the basketball court! "Bill? Seeing that the signs of my giving up were already obvious, Ranbir shouted at me, giving me a hoarse look.

Bill? Ranbir was glaring at me, he was clearly not ready to give up, he wanted me to be able to complete his real yĆ n perfectly, but I really didn't want to make this really boring and doomed mess.

"Let me think about it, okay?" Although I want to say no to Bill outright? Ranbill, but in view of Bill? Ranbir's usual image, I decided to take a more tactful approach, I put my feet on the trick, turned around and was about to leave the basketball arena.

Apparently Bill? Ranbir was not a rookie, much less a good man, and he saw through my intentions at a glance, and he shouted behind me, "Kwamei, you are a coward!" You're the biggest fucking coward in the world, and before this real thing is going on, you're fucking giving up! You are the most thorough coward on the planet! I misread you! ā€

Me and Bill? Ranbir's conversation with the NCAA stars who were already on the court was a little distracted, Beal? Ranbir's voice directly caused these future NBA superstars to stop the competition on the court, which was no longer fierce, and stood there, staring blankly at me and Bill? Ranbir.

Coward!

Perhaps! Maybe I'm a coward, I'm afraid that I'll die, I'm afraid that I can't take it off if I wear a parallel import, I'm afraid that I won't have enough money to retire and have to declare bankruptcy, I'm afraid that I'm ...... But I'm definitely not scared this time, I just don't want to do some useless work.

I stopped, for whatever reason, being called a coward is a bad thing, or rather something that can give my adrenaline rush and I turned my head abruptly towards Bill? Ranbir shouted, "It's doomed to be impossible!" I'm going to train this, it's a complete waste of my time! ā€

"How do you know it won't work out if you haven't tried it? You train for a summer and you might be successful! Even if you fail, it's not a big deal, can you die after training for a summer? "Bill? Ranbir shouted.

"What the fuck are you going to do?" I smacked my lips.

"Since you can't die, how the fuck are you going to get it?!" Bill. Ranbir scolded loudly.

"......" Bill? Ranbir is known for trash talking, and while I talk a bit on the basketball court, it's clear that I'm not Bill at all? Ranbir's opponent, I'm a little speechless.

"Try it! Kwame, maybe we'll really be able to make it?! ā€

Bill? Ranbir was watching me with great eagerness, and the future NBA superstars were looking at me with an indescribable look.

Am I being Bill? Ranbir forced a dead end with words, and there was basically no possibility of turning over, so I nodded helplessly.

Bill? A triumphant smile appeared on Ranbill's face.

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