Time Traveling: The Basketball Devil Comes

The final exam is over, and the school team's devil-style training has also begun, but this time it is not Wan Shan who is in charge, but Coach Zhuge himself.

From coordination to formation, from gestures to secret words, Coach Zhuge gave the players full explanations and strict regulations, and required daily training time, and no one was allowed to ask for leave.

Coach Zhuge's lineup focuses on offense, reckless offense, which also let Chen Dongming know why Zhuge Jing is known as the Demon Sword.

At the forward position, Chen Dongming and Sima Chenxing form a swinging double forward; Wanshan controls the overall situation in the game; Duan Yinhe is responsible for long-range three-pointers and throwing cold arrows; Luo Jiu is responsible for controlling the ball to drive the rhythm, with a clear division of labor.

After coach Zhuge gave some advice, this lineup exploded with astonishing fighting power, beating the substitute team formed by Ma Xiaoxi and Damu to the brim, and even doubting their lives.

During the practice, Sima Chenxing found that Chen Dongming's style of play was different from before. If Chen Dongming was a knife before, it would only open and close. Although the attack was brave and sharp, it always lacked A little nimble.But now Chen Dongming has turned into a sword, not only shrouded in light, capable of advancing and retreating, but also able to seal his throat with one sword.

Chen Dongming is now more dangerous and deadly than before.

Coach Zhuge had a unique vision, and he noticed Chen Dongming's changes early on. A look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and he said in a low voice, "Finally he has entered the room! The boy has developed!"

During the break, Sima Chenxing chased Chen Dongming and asked him the reason for the change, but Chen Dongming couldn't tell him that he realized the true meaning of the system, and raised his speed and feel to the level of a top basketball player.It can only be said that I suddenly became enlightened, thinking that this is how basketball should be played.

Although Sima Chenxing looked sad, he was helpless. Since the other party didn't want to say anything, he couldn't knock Chen Dongming's head open to see what was going on inside.

It wasn't just Chen Dongming who had changed in the team, but also Luo Jiu.

Luo Jiu's style of play was sharper, and his passing was faster and more fierce. Several times when Duan Yinhe received his pass, he would scream. The speeding basketball hit his hands too painfully.

In addition, Chen Dongming taught Luo Jiu to learn the storm walk of the storm car mark, so his steps became weird, no matter whether it was conflicting or pulling, he was more comfortable.

Wan Shan and Duan Yinhe saw the changes in the two of them, and to be honest, they were a little anxious.But this kind of thing can't be rushed. The key point is that they are not in the same position as Chen Dongming and Luo Jiu. Copying them will only affect their strength and will not help.

After a game, coach Zhuge commented sharply, especially telling Sima Chenxing to learn more from Chen Dongming. They are double forwards, and they can learn from each other and learn from each other.

The implication is that Sima Chenxing is already behind Chen Dongming, which makes Sima Chenxing even more depressed, wondering how to improve his strength.

There must be unity and competition internally. Only in this way can the development of the team be promoted and go further.

One day after training, Coach Zhuge left Wan Shan alone.

"Why didn't you answer his call?" Coach Zhuge looked at Wan Shan with a trace of heartache on his face.

"I don't want to pick it up!"

"How should I say, he is also your father, at the beginning of the new year, it is also appropriate to say hello!"

"I don't have a father, only a mother!"

"But your mother is gone, you can't live in memory forever!"

"I don't want to and dare not forget her!" Wan Shan's tears welled up in his eyes.

Coach Zhuge was silent for a while, then patted Wan Shan on the shoulder, "Follow me!"

The two came to Coach Zhuge's office one after the other, and there was a thick stack of black leather books on Coach Zhuge's desk.

"This is all your father's training notes and game experience since he arrived in the major leagues. He originally wanted to give you a New Year's gift, but you didn't answer his phone, which made him very sad."

"I don't want his stuff!" Wan Shan pursed his lips, biting his lower lip hard with his teeth.

"Confused! What is this? This is inheritance!" Coach Zhuge seldom loses his temper, and this time it seemed that he was really in a hurry.

Wan Shan didn't speak.

"Can you deny that you have the gene of the giant Wanjun in your body? Can you deny that Wanjun is the number one center in the major leagues now? He is 37 years old and will retire in three years at most. What he wants to see most It's not that I can be more brilliant, but that I can see you appearing in the major leagues and becoming the best center of this generation!" Coach Zhuge was short of breath, feeling like he was about to have a heart attack.

Wan Shan lowered his head, "It's up to him what he wants. I'm not going to the big leagues for him to see, but to prove myself!"

"If this is the case, you should take these notes, study the contents carefully, make yourself stronger, and even become the number one center in the major leagues!"

"I have my principles!"

Wan Shan's stubbornness almost didn't disappoint Coach Zhuge, but this kind of thing can't be forced.

"I don't care what your principles are. Your father gave you the things. You take them away now. I don't care whether you throw them in the trash or sell them when you go out." Coach Zhuge waved his hand and asked Wan Shan to put them on the table. Take away your notes.

Wan Shan hesitated for a while before coming to the front of the table, but the act of bending over to hold something felt like a century.

Watching Wan Shan leave the office, Coach Zhuge closed the door with a bang.

Wan Shan walked out aimlessly with the notes in his arms. There was a big trash can at the gate of the school.

Time passed minute by minute, and Wan Shan still couldn't make a decision.

"Young man, are you throwing away or not? I've been waiting for you for almost half an hour!" An old voice sounded.

Wan Shan looked back, and saw an old man in rags standing behind him, holding an iron rake in his hand, and an old bicycle parked behind him, who looked like he was picking up rags.

"I have not decided yet!"

"Is there anything you haven't thought about? Keep it if it's useful, and throw it away if it's useless! There's so much waste paper, and it's worth 6 yuan even if it's full. There's nothing to hesitate about."

"6 yuan?" Wan Shan was a little speechless. If others knew that this was the experience note of Wanjun, a giant in the major league, people would buy it even 6 yuan, let alone 60 yuan.

This is not a matter of value, but a matter of wanting or not.

"How much is the waste paper worth!" said the old man.

"But isn't this waste paper?"

"No matter what paper is in the trash, it's waste paper!"

"This is not waste paper!" Wan Shan said firmly.

"It's just waste paper in my eyes." The old man was also very persistent.

"I'm not throwing it away yet!" Wan Shan strode out of the trash can with the note in his arms.