Yuyang Seventh Middle School, basketball court.
A group match within the team is underway.
"Pick-and-roll." Qin Hao made a gesture, and Wang Lei came up for the pick-and-roll. Qin Hao quickly threw away Zhao Xuebing, moved to the right, accelerated the breakthrough, and Fu Qiang came over and delayed. Qin Hao retreated and wanted to shoot. Fu Qiang quickly jumped up, and Zhao Xuebing also chased him, trying to block the shot.
But the next moment, Qin Hao flicked the ball to the middle.
While Qin Hao attracted both Fu Qiang and Zhao Xuebing, Wang Lei cut to the middle and took a step forward after receiving Qin Hao's pass. It was a slam dunk with both hands.
Originally, Wang Lei's physical talent was extremely good. In the past six months, he has not been clumsy in practice, and he has grown a few centimeters in height, making dunks easier.
"The dunk is beautiful." Qin Hao and Wang Lei high-five.
Zhao Xuebing looked at Fu Qiang, and the two smiled bitterly at each other. Qin Hao's threat was too great. They both wanted to attack Qin Hao, but Wang Lei was omitted.
In the next few rounds, Qin Hao sent out wonderful passes again and again, or assisted Wang Lei, or assisted Jiang Feng, and hit a wave of shock waves, which made Zhao Xuebing extremely depressed.
"beep..."
When the whistle sounded, Jiang Fangping called to a halt.
Zhao Xuebing breathed a sigh of relief and complained to Jiang Fangping: "Coach, you always put Qin Hao, Jiang Feng, and Wang Lei together, how can we fight this?"
"That's right." Fu Qiang also said: "How can the three of them fight together? Their strength is too unbalanced and they can't achieve the effect of training at all."
"Okay, you know to complain. Who told you not to work hard? Qin Hao and the three of them are still freshman students." Jiang Fangping waved his hand. This was not to exercise the strength of the players, but to practice tactics and train players tacit understanding and tactical capabilities.
Qin Hao, Jiang Feng, and Wang Lei are in a group. Of course, the others are not their opponents, but how can they practice tactics if they are not in a group?
With Qin Hao, Jiang Feng, and Wang Lei as the core, forming an iron triangle, all three corners can score, this is a set of tactics designed by Jiang Fangping.
The effect is not bad.
"Okay, I'll be training here today." Jiang Fangping clapped his hands and said: "The day after tomorrow is the provincial league final, rush to the provincial city tomorrow and disband."
"Yes."
"The final is finally here."
"I can't wait anymore."
The day after tomorrow is the final. The players are looking forward to revenge at Wusui Middle School and they can't help but feel a little nervous. After all, this is the provincial final, and it is a stage they never even thought of.
One day later, they will be on that stage to compete for the championship.
"Provincial League." Jiang Feng muttered, his eyes blazing like a blade. He had waited for this day for a long time.
"There are still two days left." Qin Hao took a deep breath, feeling that time was running out.
The players have different expressions, expectation, excitement, nervousness, and anxiety.
Glancing at the expressions of their teammates, Guo Kai and Yuan Xiaogang looked at each other, seeing their desire for victory in each other's eyes.
Guo Kai said: "The day after tomorrow is the final. To be honest, I still feel a little bit dreaming. A few months ago, I didn't even think about it. I only hoped to be able to reach the city final. If I could win the city championship, There will be no regrets then."
"Yeah." Yuan Xiaogang nodded, "I didn't expect Qin Hao, Jiang Feng, and Wang Lei to join us at that time. They usually depended on the two of us, plus Fu Qiang and Wang Chengyu, even if they we were not seen in comparison with the fourth and sixth high schools. It's safe to say, let alone the third. Who would have thought that we are now all the way through, winning the city league championship, entering the provincial league, and successfully qualifying for the group, and have been in the finals."
In a few months, everything passed quickly, and it seemed to be going slowly, like a few years.
No, even the experiences of Guo Kai and Yuan Xiaogang in the past few years are not as exciting as these months.
"Xiaogang." Guo Kai said with bright eyes, "I don't know if we will reach the provincial finals in the future, will we go further and get higher honors. But I know that this time is our life. An opportunity not to be missed in time, we must win the championship."
"Yeah." Yuan Xiaogang was shocked, and even his voice was trembling. "Our two talents are too far behind Qin Hao and Jiang Feng. In the future, even if we can play CUBA in college, it will be difficult to get ahead. So for us, this is an opportunity that must not be missed. If you miss it, I am afraid it will be a lifelong regret. No matter what, even if it is desperate, the day after tomorrow's game must be won."
With the talents of Guo Kai and Yuan Xiaogang, it will be difficult to get ahead in college, and it is also difficult to join those super teams. It is almost impossible to win the CUBA division championship and even higher honors.
Therefore, now is the best time for them to create honor.
If you can win this time, you will get old and can't play ball anymore. If you have children, you can also hold your child, point to the photo, and say to the child, "Your dad was the provincial champion at the beginning"... Even for this, they must go all out.
...
At night, the old stadium.
Tomorrow is going to the provincial capital, but Qin Hao still sticks to his training plan.
First, there was a set of fixed training content, basic skills, physical fitness, etc., then Qin Hao took a ten-minute rest and began to practice three-pointers.
"Huh!"
A soft sound, the first shot hit.
Qin Hao picked up the basketball and returned to the three-point line, and once again shot, the same hollow hit, his three-pointer has become more and more accurate.
Shots, hits, and shots were missed in the middle, but they would never miss two consecutive shots. Once they missed a shot, Qin Hao would immediately adjust.
Every time Qin Hao takes a shot, Qin Hao's actions are like textbooks, and there is almost no change in the slightest, just like a shooting machine, constantly copying the cycle.
Ten minutes passed quickly, Qin Hao's shot speed slowed down, but his hit rate did not drop much.
Twenty minutes later, Qin Hao's hit rate began to decline, and the rate of decline was very fast, but it soon stabilized again, only slightly worse than before.
"That's how it feels." Qin Hao's eyes lit up, and he felt that he had touched the critical point, and he felt like he was about to "make progress in a hundred feet".
Unfortunately, this feeling did not last long.
"Boom..."
After a while, the hit rate could no longer be maintained, he began to drop off a cliff, and he kept hitting the iron. The soreness came from his arm, and he could only stop.
But Qin Hao showed a smile.
During this period of time, he has been pursuing a three-pointer breakthrough, hoping to have a big improvement in his shooting rate, but he has never been able to do it. But just now, he touched a critical point and clearly felt that as long as he went further and exceeded this critical point, his three-point shooting ability would be greatly improved.
This is a surprise.
Qin Hao is also more confident about the upcoming provincial finals.