Jonny can play basketball, and he's playing pretty well. In that distant world, he also practiced hard throughout college in order to win the victory and the favor of the school girls.

Originally, Jonny was just going to take a look, but when he walked around the corner, he suddenly found a holographic projection of an empty field open, and a tall player wearing the jersey of the Bayriers, the ace team of the Silver Alliance, was smiling at him and waving at him.

He had a momentary itch, so he went to the long box of the ball supply area on the sidelines and took a ball, walked to the free throw area and dribbled a few times, and sure enough, the projection figure immediately came to defend it.

The practice opponents simulated by the flexible beam are almost the same as real people, blocking, truncation, blocking and even fouling feel quite real under this tangible beam, the fly in the ointment is that they can't communicate with people, can't speak and think, and just respond to the beam according to your movements, and are programmed by the corresponding mechanism to deal with the control.

These opponents' skills and stats can be adjusted with the controller and, if desired, their appearance matches that of active stars who are not protected by their portraits.

Jonny was slower at first, probably because the previous practice guy had adjusted the difficulty too low, so Jonny walked over to the controller and studied it carefully, and he found that it was roughly similar to the scene displacer in his room, and he quickly found the option of combining attributes and adjusted the difficulty to a medium level.

He dribbled the ball, and the grip of the ball in his palm was very good, so he made a few movements around his body and crotch, and the ball shuttled between his hands and legs according to his thoughts, landing and connecting without any problems, and it seemed to be better than he had felt in his previous prime.

Jonny, of course, thought it was strange, and after a few more steps with the ball, it felt quite comfortable in his hand, so he began to wonder if it was a problem with the ball, so he stopped to take the ball and take a closer look. The size of the ball is almost the same as in memory, except that it has no pores, I don't know what material is used, and it seems to be solid, but it is lighter and more elastic than before.

He shrugged his shoulders and made a few turns and dribbles, but this time the ball flew out of his hands and rolled to the sidelines.

Jonny just wanted to pick up the ball, but saw that the simulated doll had already run forward to pick it up, and its arm made of flexible beams held the ball and quickly made a few movements around it, and the player grinned and threw the ball back to Jonny.

It turned out that it could also help pick up the ball...... Jonny nodded with a flat mouth, and he dribbled twice with the ball, and made a gesture to shoot a three-pointer, but the force was too great, and he threw the ball over the rebound, and a few seconds later, the ball was back in his hands.

It's polite to have a ball pick-up, Jonny thought to himself, then shoot, and began to practice shooting.

At first, the ball basically didn't go in, and after a long time of interval, he had forgotten the feeling of shooting, but after a few rounds of throwing, when his whole body was active, he felt hot and sweaty.

Maybe the hand should be softer, and the ball should be thrown a little higher, Jonny silently thought in his heart. Hold the ball a little bit to the left, okay, a little bit to the left, that's the position, okay, two balls. But this angle may be more accurate than the standard posture of the past. That's right, in, then add some strength, oh, strike iron. Then again, pay attention to the gestures, he is talking to himself like an autistic person.

Jonny tapped his toes on the floor from beyond the three-point line and only jumped slightly, he straightened his upper body, held the ball high above his head with both hands, aimed at the top of the hoop, and with just a slight push of both hands, the ball made a beautiful arc and fell straight into the pocket.

Oh! Jonny excitedly raised his fist in front of him, and the simulator clapped and cheered him on.

The three-pointer seemed to make him feel like he was playing, and the next few spot shots were even more relaxed, and after the shot, Jonny played another set of dribbling moves, and his spirit was very focused at this point, and the ball kept moving in front of and behind him, and there was no mistake at all.

After playing for a while, he wanted to try to break through to the basket, but as soon as he dribbled and ran a few steps, his hand couldn't hit the ball. The ball was back in his hand shortly after, and he dribbled again to sprint, but this time it was quickly intercepted by the simulator, and after a few attempts, Jonny was unable to break through the opponent's defense.

Well, Jonny nodded, laughing in his heart, finally feeling that the difficulty he had just raised was unnecessary.

He then turned back to the difficulty, and played on the court for more than two hours before he gave up, and by this time his whole body was like a wash.

Jonny didn't know where the bathroom was, so he didn't bring a change of clothes and had to get home in the flying car. By the time they reached the Gap, Carision's air conditioning had made Joanna a little more acceptable, but the mother still held on to her son and asked him questions until Jonny told the truth.

"It's good to like sports." Joanna drove Jonny to the bathroom while preparing clean clothes for him.

"But at least you have a towel to wipe your sweat to dare to play so crazy." Mother took the blanket and soft trousers from the cloakroom and hung them neatly on the shelves in the bathroom, and the sound of water in the room was strange to Joanna, and the movement of arranging the blanket slowed down.

"What do you play in school?" She asked aloud into the bathroom.

"Basketball!" Jonny replied unexpectedly.

Basketball? Joanna found it even more strange.

"How do you know how to play basketball? You've never played basketball before, have you? She asked, surprised.

The sound of water in the bathroom was still there, and after a while she heard the sound of Jonny turning off the faucet, and he said inside, "I'll play with myself, so I don't have to fight." ”

"Oh." The mother was relieved, she didn't know what she was worried about, maybe she was afraid that Jonny would be bullied by other children, she thought.

"You can sweat it yourself, kid." Joanna burst out laughing when she saw Jonny pull open the door, with a towel around her neck and her head exposed, and saw herself shyly hiding back again.

"I'm your mother! What haven't you seen before! Having said this, Joanna took her son's dirty clothes and exited the room, closed the door, and let her son blow his hair and dress himself.

That is, it was just half a year ago, and Jony's clothes were still worn by her, and now ...... He would be shy, and Joanna unthoughtlessly flipped and sorted out Jony's clothes, not knowing whether to be happy or worried.