Seventh middle school, basketball court.
Qin Hao stood at the basket and Wang Lei was at the free throw line. Qin Hao passed the ball to Wang Lei. Wang Lei jumped up after receiving the ball and made a mid-range shot. With a "swish", the basketball scored.
"Come again." Qin Hao passed the ball again.
Wang Lei continued to make jump shots, shot again and again, hitting again and again. The more he shot, the more confident he became, and the more he shot, the more he felt. He only heard the "swish" sound.
On the other side of the stadium, Fu Qiang, Lei Yuchuan, Lu Jun and others were training, but they all stopped at the moment and looked at Wang Lei.
"Tsk tsk." Zhao Hai admired: "Wang Lei is getting better and better now, and it will not take long to catch up with the captain."
"It's a long time before he catch the captain, but it's more than you for sure." Fu Qiang was full of envy. "With Wang Lei's physical fitness, this shooting is really awesome. Before, he could only grab rebounds. Waiting to feed the ball near the basket to score, all on the inside, and now he can score on the outside."
"More than that, he can still break through with the ball now. Although the action is still not skilled enough and not very practical, it will be only a matter of time if he continues like this." Lu Jun also sighed.
Since finishing fourth middle school, Wang Lei has been training shooting and dribbling skills.
Nowadays, more than half a month has passed since the city league finals. In fact, Wang Lei has only been in practice for a month, but his progress is obvious to all. He has become proficient in dribbling, has changed into breakthroughs, and so on. It has improved a lot, especially at the free throw line. During training, he has made more than 60% of his free throws.
This speed of progress comes from Qin Hao's guidance. With Qin Hao's accumulation of basketball knowledge, He is more than enough to guide Wang Lei. Qin Hao carefully teaches, and Wang Lei also concentrates on learning, making progress naturally; the second is Wang Lei's own talent. He is not that stupid big man.
Wang Lei has made such progress in one month. It is conceivable that, given time, it will not be difficult for him to surpass Guo Kai in strength.
"Boom!"
With a muffled sound, Wang Lei hit the iron.
After training for so long, Wang Lei's arm was already a bit stiff, Qin Hao called a halt, replaced Wang Lei receiving the ball under the basket, passing the ball, and he went outside to shoot.
But Qin Hao was on the three-point line.
For a long time, Qin Hao has paid special attention to the training of three-pointers. In the usual shooting training, three-pointers are ranked in front of the mid-rangers. Because he is not tall enough, the three-pointers will be better, and the future is small ball. In the small ball era, the three points are king, and he must plan early.
"Start." Qin Hao said, bending over, bending his knees, and getting ready to catch the ball.
Some people don't pay attention to details. They stand up straight when they catch the ball and wait for the ball to squat, jump, and shoot.
But this will take a lot of time. With just such a delay, the defender may have already rushed over.
So the correct action should be to bend over, bend your knees, and then open your hands to catch the ball before receiving the ball. Omitting this action, the shot speed can become faster, and the opportunity will not be wasted.
This is what Qin Hao did. When the ball started, the man jumped up and aimed at the hoop. With a flick of his wrist, the basketball crossed an arc and entered the net.
If someone pays attention, they will find that Qin Hao's movements are as standard as a textbook, with elbows, index fingers, basketball, eyes, and baskets all in one line.
Of course, shooting is not limited to these, there are many details, even if Fu Qiang, Zhao Hai and others are watching, they can't notice.
And it is precisely these that are the key.
"Come again."
One basket scored, Qin Hao opened his hand again.
Wang Lei passed the ball, Qin Hao received the ball and shot, the whole action was done in one go, with a sense of beauty, accompanied by a "swish", another hollow hit.
Then the next one, the next next...
Watching Qin Hao's shots hit again and again, Fu Qiang, Zhao Hai and others were a little numb. Although Qin Hao missed some shots in the middle, it was a three-pointer, and the three-pointer was close to 100 shots. The sixty percent hit rate is already terrifying for them.
"Hey." Lei Yuchuan covered his face and didn't want to look at it anymore, "Compared with others, we are scum. What is talent, this is talent."
"Yes." Fu Qiang and Zhao Hai also nodded.
Several people looked at each other and comforted themselves silently. There was no way. It wasn't that they didn't work hard, but hard work couldn't catch up with their talents.
Compared with Wang Lei, Qin Hao's talents made Fu Qiang, Zhao Hai and the others desperate. It was really progressing by leaps and bounds. When Qin Hao made a three-pointer in the city league finals, his teammates felt it was lot of luck involved. But it's only been a month, Qin Hao has already regarded shooting three-pointers as a routine operation.
Of course, this is not the result of this month, because Qin Hao has already been practicing three-pointers.
But Fu Qiang and the others clearly remembered that Qin Hao's three-point shooting percentage was less than 50% when everyone trained together more than half a month ago.
After ten minutes, Qin Hao stopped.
"It's still not stable enough." Qin Hao shook his head, not satisfied with his three-point shooting. At the beginning, his shooting percentage was good, but afterwards it dropped a lot. In the end, he didn't even reach 50%.
You have to know that this is training. There is no defender in front, and no need to run back and forth. They are all stuck on the shooting point. But with such a shooting percentage, how can he be satisfied?
It's just that he has forgotten, he is full of ambition, but he has only been training for three months.
"Okay, I'll be ending the training here today." Jiang Fangping clapped his hands, signaled the end of the training, gathered the people, and said: "Tomorrow will be a holiday, so today is the last day of training. It will be winter vacation soon. I know everyone has already waited. For a long time, I wish you all a happy new year."
"I also wish the coach a happy new year." Everyone said in unison.
Jiang Fangping waved his hand, and his tone became serious: "I hope you don't just focus on playing during the winter vacation for almost a month. It is best to spare some time for training. After the Chinese New Year, we will soon usher in the provincial league. Time is too tight for us."
Everyone couldn't help being solemn, their hearts heavy, and they nodded together: "Yes, coach."
When everyone disbanded, they said goodbye.
"Qin Hao." Jiang Xue suddenly shouted.
"Is there anything?" Qin Hao turned around.
Jiang Xue blushed and said, "Well, can you exchange phone numbers? Aren't we classmates, just to give you New Year greetings during the New Year."
Qin Hao looked at his teammates and said that he didn't know if you had any other people's phone calls, but he hadn't reached the level of "straight male cancer", and smiled and exchanged phone numbers with Jiang Xue.
When Jiang Xue left, Qin Hao found that the eyes of his teammates looked a little ambiguous, but Jiang Feng was still cold, no, it seemed to be colder than usual.
Hey, why do you think of me like that? I am passive.