Basketball Myth: Super Guard

Chapter 117 Touching the critical point
Yuyang No.[-] Middle School, basketball court.

An intra-team group match is underway.

"Pick and roll." Qin Hao made a gesture, Wang Lei came up to pick and roll, Qin Hao quickly threw off Zhao Xuebing, moved to the right, accelerated the breakthrough, and Fu Qiang came over to delay.Qin Hao retreated, making a gesture to shoot, Fu Qiang jumped up quickly, and Zhao Xuebing also chased him, trying to block the shot.

But the next moment, Qin Hao flicked the ball and gave it to the middle.

Taking advantage of Qin Hao attracting both Fu Qiang and Zhao Xuebing, Wang Lei cut to the middle, received Qin Hao's pass and dribbled a step forward, taking advantage of the momentum with a two-handed dunk.

Originally, Wang Lei's physical talent was extremely good. In the past six months, he has practiced diligently, and his height has grown by a few centimeters, making it easier to dunk.

"Beautiful buckle." Qin Hao and Wang Lei clapped their hands.

Zhao Xuebing looked at Fu Qiang, and the two looked at each other with wry smiles. Qin Hao was too threatening, and they both wanted to pounce on Qin Hao, but missed Wang Lei. Really shot.

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 and the others extremely depressed.

"beep"

The whistle sounded, and Jiang Fangping called to stop.

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 you fight?"

"That's right." Fu Qiang also said: "How can the three of them fight together? Their strength is too uneven, and they can't achieve the effect of training at all."

"Okay, I just know how to complain. Who told you not to work hard? Qin Hao and the others are still freshmen in high school." Jiang Fangping waved his hand. He didn't intend to train the strength of the players, but to practice tactics and cultivate the relationship between players. tacit understanding and technical and tactical capabilities.

Qin Hao, Jiang Feng, and Wang Lei are in a group. Of course, the others are not their opponents, but if they are not in a group, how can they practice tactics?

With Qin Hao, Jiang Feng, and Wang Lei as the core, an iron triangle is formed, and all three corners can score. This is a set of tactics designed by Jiang Fangping.

The effect is not bad.

"Okay, I'm done training here today." Jiang Fangping clapped his hands and said, "The day after tomorrow is the provincial league finals. Go to the provincial capital tomorrow and let's disband."

"Yes."

"The final is finally here."

"I can't wait."

The day after tomorrow is the final, and while the players are looking forward to their revenge on Wusui Middle School, they can't help feeling a little nervous. After all, this is the provincial final, a stage they never even dared to think about before.

A day later, they will be on that stage to compete for the championship.

"Provincial League." Jiang Feng muttered, his eyes were burning like blades, he had been waiting for this day for a long time.

"There are still two days." Qin Hao took a deep breath, feeling that time was running out.

The players had different expressions, including anticipation, excitement, nervousness, and apprehension.

Glancing at the expressions of their teammates, Guo Kai and Yuan Xiaogang looked at each other, and they both saw the desire for victory in each other's eyes.

Guo Kai said: "The day after tomorrow is the final. To be honest, I still feel like a dream. A few months ago, I didn't even dare to think about it. I only hoped to reach the city final. If I can win the city championship, That would be really regrettable."

"Yeah." Yuan Xiaogang nodded, "At that time, I didn't expect that Qin Hao, Jiang Feng, and Wang Lei would join us, just relying on the two of us, plus Fu Qiang, Wang Chengyu and the others, even compared with the No. [-] and No. [-] middle schools. It’s safe, let alone the third middle school. Who would have thought that we have passed all the way, won the city league championship, entered the provincial league, successfully qualified for the group stage, and reached the final.”

In a few months, everything passed quickly, but also seemed to pass very slowly, as slow as a few years.

No, even what Guo Kai and Yuan Xiaogang have experienced in the past few years is not as exciting as these few months.

"Xiaogang." Guo Kai said with bright eyes, "I don't know whether we will reach the provincial finals in the future, whether we will go further and win higher honors. But I know, this time is our lifetime. This is an opportunity not to be missed, and we must win the championship."

"Yeah." Yuan Xiaogang was shocked, and even his voice trembled, "Compared with Qin Hao and Jiang Feng, our talents are too far behind, and even if we can get into Cuba in the future, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get ahead. So for us, this is an opportunity that must not be missed. If you miss it, it may be a regret in your life. No matter what, even if you work hard, you must win the game the day after tomorrow.”

With the talents of Guo Kai and Yuan Xiaogang, it will be very difficult for them to get ahead in college, and it will be difficult to join those super teams. It is almost impossible to win the cuba division championship or even higher honors.

Therefore, now is the best moment for them to create honor.

If you can win the championship this time, when you get old and can’t play anymore, and you have children, you can hold your child, point to the photo, and say to your child, “Your dad was the provincial champion back then.” Even if it’s just for this , they must also go all out.

Night, old course.

He will rush to the provincial capital tomorrow, but Qin Hao still insists on his training plan.

First, there was a set of fixed training content, basic skills, physical fitness, etc. After that, Qin Hao took a 10-minute rest and began to practice three-pointers.

"Shh!"

With a soft sound, the first shot hit.

Qin Hao picked up the basketball and went back beyond the three-point line. He made another shot and made a hollow hit. His three-pointers have become more and more accurate.

One shot after another, one hit after another, and there are misses in the middle, but they will never miss twice in a row. Once there is a miss, Qin Hao will immediately adjust.

Every time he takes a shot, Qin Hao's movements are like a textbook, and there is almost no change, just like a shooting machine, constantly repeating the cycle.

Ten minutes passed quickly, and Qin Hao's shooting speed slowed down, but his hit rate did not drop much.

After 10 minutes, Qin Hao's hit rate began to decline, and the rate of decline was very fast, but it soon stabilized again, only a little worse than before.

"That's the feeling." Qin Hao's eyes lit up, and he felt that he had touched a critical point, and he felt that he was about to "go one step further".

Unfortunately, this feeling didn't last long.

"Bang bang."

After a while, the hit rate could no longer be maintained, and he began to fall off a cliff, constantly hitting the iron, and the soreness came from his arm, so he could only stop.

But Qin Hao showed a smile.

During this period of time, he has been pursuing a breakthrough in three-pointers, hoping to have a big improvement in shooting percentage, but he has never been able to do so.But just now, he touched a critical point, and he clearly felt that as long as he goes one step further, beyond this critical point, his three-point shooting ability will be greatly improved.

It was a surprise.

Qin Hao also became more confident about the upcoming provincial finals.

(End of this chapter)