you are all star

Chapter 50
Louis stared at his son for a while, touched his head, smiled and said, "Boy, let's start!"

Neil smiled at his father, ran over to pick up the basketball, and said confidently, "Okay, Dad!"

Neal can be said to do what he says, he doesn’t talk empty words, he likes to take what he said to heart and prove it with actions. When his father asked him to make 300 shots, he didn’t even mumble a word of “so many” complaints With a sound, because he is confident and optimistic, he knows in his heart that he will definitely be able to complete it.

After explaining the task, he started today's task, 300 standing shots, and if his shooting percentage is lower than 50%, the shooting posture is wrong, and he takes off, he may be punished again.

Therefore, Neil still has a little pressure in his heart, but he believes that although he has not touched the ball for more than a week, he still feels that the basketball in his hand still has feelings for him, and his father has been extra merciful. Choose the distance of the shot.

Neil first had a special feeling for the 90-degree position perpendicular to the backboard. He did not stick to the stereotypes, from 30 degrees to 90 degrees, but shot 90 degrees first. should be easier.

He was far away from the penalty area, not too close, not too far, nearly 1 meter from the free throw line, because it was too close, he shot with his head up, and his neck became sore after a while, too far, and he shot And quite strenuous.

After he chose such an angle, he started to shoot from a standing position. Because he had practiced standing jump shots before, but today his father's task was to shoot from a fixed position, which made him a little uncomfortable. He put his feet together and shot straight After throwing the first ball, I felt that the muscles and tendons on my feet were stretched very uncomfortable.

After she threw the first ball with difficulty, the ball went in after a few laps on the basket.

His father, who had been watching him from the sidelines, knew what was wrong with him when he saw this scene, but as a father, in order to make Neil more unforgettable, he did not immediately remind his son how to stand so as not to struggle. He continued Sitting on the sidelines and watching the changes, I thought that it would be great if his kid could realize his difficulty and make adjustments, but if he still can't realize this problem, he will always force his shots, probably at 90 degrees After casting this position, the muscles below his knees were already so sore that he wanted to lie down while standing, and he would have no intention of fighting. I only told him the problem now so that he would remember it in the future.

Neil turned his head to look at his father, and continued to throw the second ball like the first ball, and the third ball...

When he hit the 30th ball, his forehead was already covered with beads of sweat. After that, every time he threw, he would reach out to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Louis stared at him intently, looking up at the dimly lit The sky suddenly became brighter at this moment, and everything on the ground was yellowed by the sun that was about to burst out and wanted to torture my son a little more.

When Neil cast for the 40th time, the muscles under his knees were already sore, and he was washing his face with sweat. If the sun came out again to torture me and make it more difficult, it would be bad, so he raised his head Look at the sky that has almost disappeared, and silently pray to God in my heart, God!Can you take pity on me?Can you stop calling Mr. Sun out, okay?The muscles on my feet are so sore now, and the steamed buns are sweaty, and I haven't voted for more than 200 times, so please forgive me!

But God didn't listen to him at all, and still called out Father Sun, and like a young man, he was not old at all, and he was scorching the earth vigorously.

Louis thought about the middle of the day, and now that the sun is out, his son’s face is covered with sweat. If he doesn’t buy some water for him, it’s very likely that the task hasn’t been completed yet, and he has already passed out due to heatstroke, but Louis is afraid to buy it by himself. The water went, and the son was lazy.

Based on such concerns, Louis decided to test his son's tone.

"Boy, I'll go buy you some water, how about you count the water yourself here?"

After Neil heard this, his heart was filled with a little chill, and he immediately replied, sweating and hot, "Okay, Dad!"

"Don't be lazy, you have to know that your laziness today is irresponsible to your dreams and cruel to you in the future."

"I know, but Dad, the muscles in my feet are so sore, can I take a break?"

"No, you have to insist on finishing. Didn't you feel confident before you started? Why did you want to throw the ball and surrender after less than 50 shots?"

"Who said I have to admit defeat and surrender? I just want to complete the task better." The smart and cunning Neil responded to his father with a playful smile.

"Then you go ahead, remember, don't be lazy, I'm sure how long it takes to shoot a basket, I'll make a preliminary estimate, you throw and pick up the ball by yourself, about three times a minute, and it takes about three times a minute for me to buy water. 1 to 15 minutes, which means that when I come back, you have basically just cast the ninety-degree position, one group."

Neil heard his father's calculations, and it seemed to be the case. Suddenly, he felt that his father was too old and scheming. I didn't dare to be lazy, so I had to obediently shoot and wait for him to come back.

Neil pouted at his father, with the corners of his mouth slightly lowered. Faced with such a powerful father, he had no choice but to surrender and be obedient. Besides, he was also thinking of me.

After giving himself positive psychological hints in his heart, he responded with a playful smile: "Dad, you have already figured it out, strong... Don't worry, I really like basketball, and I have always dreamed of it since I was a child. I will let it down, let alone you and my mother."

"That's good, then I'll go!"

Neil nodded to his father.

Eighteen minutes later, Louis came back with the water, but Neil was still pouring it persistently, sweat dripping down one by one, reflecting the dazzling light in the sun.

Seeing his son being so persistent and able to endure hardships, Louis was very pleased and felt sorry for him, so he looked at his back and smiled and said, "Boy, it's over? Come and drink water!"

"Dad, I'm afraid I won't want to get up as soon as I rest. My calf is too sore. There are two more times, and the set of 90-degree positions is completed."

"Good job, come on!"

Neil's legs and feet were already sore and his mouth was dry, but now that his father bought water, he was even more tempted and tempted. He threw it quickly, picked it up, threw it again, picked it up, and it was done. He ran towards his father with quick steps.

Louis picked up the water from the ground, threw it to Neil, and asked: "Boy, 100 goals, how many goals have you scored?"

"58 balls."

"Okay, the first set of tasks is complete!"

"But Dad, I've only finished one-third of the way, but my calf muscles are so sore that I want to sit when I'm standing. Can I vote again tomorrow?"

Louis looked serious, and replied forcefully: "No..."

Neil saw that his father was like Father Sun, showing no mercy or mercy, so he had no choice but to unscrew the cap of the bottle. After drinking a lot of water, he stared at his father and replied lightly: "Okay! Persevere and finish!"

"That's right, but let me tell you now, the reason why your calf muscles were tense before was because your standing shooting posture was wrong. Think about it, standing shooting is no different from a penalty kick, right?"

Neil thought about the penalty kick posture, and it was the same posture. He was not allowed to take off, so he kept nodding to his father.

"Then why do you know how to take penalty kicks, but if you change the position, angle, and nouns, you don't know how to be flexible? In fact, the principle of standing shots and penalty kicks is the same, but you just don't have the flexibility to come through , So, you are only a third of the way done, but you are suffering [-]% of the pain."

"Father, why do you always know, but don't say anything?"

"Because in order to make you more memorable, besides the standing shooting posture, didn't you already teach you when I taught you to take a penalty kick? You are too hardworking, you don't understand your brain at all, and you don't know how to use your skills reasonably. After this time , Can you remember? Whatever we do, we must not only bring our own body, but also our thinking soul.”

"Yeah... Dad, I remember!"

"Then the punishment you have accepted is not over yet, what should you do now?"

"Keep going and get it done!"

Louis put his hand over his head, smiled at him, and nodded in relief.

Neil took another few sips of water, picked up the basketball from the ground, and continued with today's task. There are still 30 shots at each position of 60 degrees and 100 degrees. He dragged his sore legs, selected the position, and began to follow I made a standing shot in the penalty kick position, and found it easier than before, my calf was not as stretched and sore as before, and I was not as tired as before, and my shooting percentage was much higher than before.

Louis was on the sidelines, watching happily, nodding his head now and then.

Under the relentless scorching of the sun and the request of his father's tough attitude, Neil gritted his teeth, and without knowing how much sweat he shed, after three hours of persistence, Neil finally passed the sun's father-in-law. At that time, he insisted on completing 300 standing shots, and the hit rate was above 60%.

As soon as he finished casting, he immediately felt extremely relaxed, stared at his father excitedly and said, "Dad, I'm done!"

"Well... well done, I will reward you with a bottle of water, drink it quickly!"

Neil took the water thrown by his father and drank heavily. After drinking, Louis bent down to pick up the ball, holding the ball in one hand and holding his son's hand in the other.

The father and son were chasing the last rays of the sun. Under the reflection of the setting sun, the smiles on their faces became sweeter and more beautiful. Along the way, a long shadow led a slightly shorter shadow, and the long shadow looked at the short shadow from time to time. , and from time to time, the short shadow looked at the long shadow, and the father and son stood side by side, talking and laughing, walking towards home, on the way home.

(End of this chapter)