i play basketball with kung fu

Chapter 7
"Come on, Xia Liu, let's get started."

Ling Bo held the basketball and said impatiently.

Because Xia Liu ran too fast just now, he put his hands on his knees and was panting heavily, but Ling Bo was fine.

"Don't worry, let me catch my breath."

Ling Bo went to the supermarket to buy two bottles of sports drinks, which was considered a bribe.

After drinking the drink, Xia Liu started training subjects.

"First of all, put basketball aside. I know that you are called a basketball waste because of your balance and coordination. This is the subject of our training these days."

Although Ling Bo was surprised, does this have anything to do with basketball, but he followed Xia Liu's words and put the basketball aside.

These two people really dare to teach, and you dare to learn.

Xia Liu brought Ling Bo to the edge of the park's facilities, pointed to a row of horizontal bars and said, "Go up and see if you can balance yourself."

Ling Bo said, "Stand on this?"

Xia Liu: "I know this is very difficult for you, but I want to know how good your balance is."

Before Xia Liu finished speaking, Ling Bo jumped onto the horizontal bar.

Xia Liu swallowed her saliva, I was blinded by this shit, even NBA players with this balance ability can't do it.

Standing on the horizontal bar, Ling Bo is no different from standing on flat ground, with his hands folded in front of his chest, the old god is there.

Ling Bo, who lives in the rivers and lakes, is as light as a superficial kung fu. Trees and roofs are places he often goes to. This kind of balance test is simply a piece of cake.

"Come down, there's no need to try." Xia Liu seemed to be shocked. He planned to make fun of Ling Bo, but was shocked.

"What to do next?" Ling Bo asked anxiously.

On the court, Xia Liu demonstrated a dribble, and then asked Ling Bo to come. As a result, Ling Bo dropped the basketball after two or three steps.

Seeing this scene, Xia Liu felt balanced.

"It's okay, don't worry, take your time." Xia Liu comforted: "Let's not move now, you just stand where you are, dribbling the ball with your left and right hands."

Ling Bo did the same, dribbling the ball with his left hand to his right hand, and switching from his right hand to his left hand, but this movement was indeed not very coordinated, and the dribble was also very slow.

Xia Liu watched for 10 minutes, then suddenly yawned, got up and walked outside the court.

"Where are you going, Xia Liu?"

Xia Liu said without looking back: "Take it slowly, I'll go to eat first, when I can do 1 shots per minute, I'll teach you the next move."

"OK, go ahead."

Ling Bo enjoyed patting the basketball endlessly, not to mention, controlling the ball on the spot is much easier than controlling the ball in motion.

Another 10 minutes later, Ling Bo slapped the basketball faster and faster, and his sense of rhythm also increased a lot.

Half an hour later, Ling Bo was able to hold on to the basketball for 1 minute, but he was still far from the goal set by Xia Liu.

An hour later, Xia Liu leisurely returned to the court, and was shocked once again when he saw Ling Bo keeping hitting the ball.

The speed of progress is too fast.

Although it has not yet reached the standard, Ling Bo has already achieved 1 to [-] strokes per minute.

"You haven't stopped for an hour?" Xia Liu asked.

"No."

"Aren't your hands tired?"

"Not tired."

"Drink some water and take a rest."

"It's okay, I can still hold on."

After such an awkward conversation, Xia Liu sat directly on the edge of the court, leaning against the barbed wire, and started a big battle of greedy snakes.

Xia Liu, who was playing a small game, yelled after an unknown amount of time: "Damn it."

While patting the basketball, Ling Bo turned his head to look at Xia Liu.

"Fuck, it's dead, it's the first time I've played for such a long time, and the screen can't even fit it."

Then Xia Liu put away his mobile phone, looked at Ling Bo for a while, and said again: "Fuck, pervert."

It was already dark, and at first Ling Bo was just shooting the ball normally, but later he tried to use his internal force to control the basketball, and received a miraculous effect, the soreness in his arm was relieved, the rhythm of the ball was getting stronger and faster, and the speed was getting faster and faster. quick.

"Brother, how did you do it?" Xia Liu looked at Ling Bo dumbfounded.

"That's it, you taught me. Left hand for right hand." Ling Bo said innocently.

"Grandma, you have a leg, whoever said you are a basketball waste, I will go and cut him right now."

"Calm down, calm down, basic operation, am I up to the mark?"

Xia Liu said: "Of course, this foundation is already very good, let's stop here today, I should go back."

Ling Bo said: "Don't, brother, teach me something else."

Xia Liu said: "It's so late, I have to go back to sleep, how about this, if you continue to practice, I will teach you the movements and you can practice by yourself."

Ling Bo readily agreed: "Okay."

Xia Liu helped Ling Bo correct his body position, stepped forward with his right foot, stepped back with his left foot, and landed on the sole of his front foot.

Xia Liu smiled and said: "That's it, you practice your crotch, take it easy, don't hurt your brother."

Ling Bo laughed and cursed: "Dirty."

After Xia Liu went back, Ling Bo kept repeating this action until midnight before going back to rest.

The road is long and long, I will search up and down, Ling Bo has too much to learn, and time is so tight, he must race against time.

The longer he has been in contact with basketball, the more he can feel the fun of basketball. Throwing the basketball into the basket and controlling the direction of the basketball with his own hands is like the sword that has been with him in his previous life.

When going to bed at night, Ling Bo would put the basketball on the bed and share the same bed with him. In his dream, he was training profusely on the court.

Maybe it's because I have faith in my heart, maybe it's Xia Liu's appearance that helped me a lot, calming my restless heart slightly, and Ling Bo slept very comfortably that night.

After the class ended the next day, Ling Bo hurried to find Xia Liu and invited him to eat and drink. Ling Bo was not short of money. His father was doing business in China. Although he didn't care much about him, the monthly living expenses It is twice the summer current.

"How's the crotch training going?" Xia Liu was very coach-like, with his hands behind his back, he asked slowly, all he needed was a thermos.

Ling Bo didn't know how to describe it, whether it was up to the standard, he picked up the basketball, and after a while of operation, Xia Liu was stunned again.

"What time did you practice until last night?"

Ling Bo said, "Twelve o'clock."

"At twelve o'clock, the lights are off, how did you practice?"

Ling Bo said: "Anyway, I don't need to move, I'll practice on the spot, it doesn't matter if there is a light or not."

"Crafts, perverts, non-humans."

Ling Bo said: "I decided to put the ones that can be practiced on the spot in the back. Let's do something else while it's dawn."

Xia Liu said: "It's very reasonable, let's practice running back and forth today."

The so-called switchback running is to run from one basket on the court to that basket, and back and forth constantly. This is very critical for players.

Some players who play without the ball may run three or four times on the court without touching the ball, but they can't do without running. You have to defend when the opponent attacks.

Turn-back running is very critical for fast breaks and defensive fast breaks. It is a great test for players' speed and physical strength.

"Where are you going?" Ling Bo asked as Xia Liu finished explaining the training program and walked out of the court.

"I just saw a girl with blond hair. It's on time. You practice first, and I'll go take a look."

Ling Bo
Can't you be more competent?

(End of this chapter)