shorty defender

Chapter 4, Training Begins

"Jingle Bell…"

The bell rang for the first class of the morning.

Cheng Yuan sat in his seat with a dazed expression.

Cheng Yuan hasn't slept all night since he read the letter in the early morning.

The whole person is in a trance, Cheng Yuan seems to be dreaming.

This morning, when Cheng Yuan just woke up, Little Z began to give him training tasks, and Cheng Yuan, who thought he was dreaming, had to accept this fact. Someone exactly like him sent him an email...

The first class this morning was English class, and Cheng Yuan, who had excellent grades, also began to experience the feeling of those students who fell asleep in class.

Although English is not a subject that Cheng Yuan is good at, his grades are not bad. The English teacher's surname is Wei, and her name is Wei Xianya. She is a 25-year-old young female teacher.

Wei Xianya glanced at Cheng Yuan when she entered the classroom, but Cheng Yuan didn't notice.

"Cheng Yuan...please answer this question."

Cheng Yuan, who was pecking at the chicken on the desk, was startled, and replied:
"Teacher, choose C..."

Then, Cheng Yuan saw Wei Xianya looking at him angrily.

"Pfft...hahahahaha!"

The classmates in the class began to roar with laughter.

Only then did Cheng Yuan realize that he had made an embarrassment.

"Don't laugh, everyone is quiet, Cheng Yuan, please sit down, this is not a multiple-choice question, come to my office after class."

Wei Xianya said to Cheng Yuan.

"Understood, teacher." Cheng Yuan nodded and sat down.

Cheng Yuan arrived at the office when get out of class was over.

"Sister Xianya, what do you want from me?" In private, Cheng Yuan and Wei Xianya have a good relationship, and there are no other teachers in the office, so Cheng Yuan directly called Wei Xianya Miss Xianya.

"Cheng Yuan, you seem to be very out of shape today. You went to bed early in the morning?! It's different from the usual you."

Wei Xianya began to lecture.

"Last night I had insomnia, so... I'm sorry Miss Xianya, I fell asleep in your class, I promise there will be no next time." Cheng Yuan said.

"If it's a bet with Ge Qingping that makes you restless and restless, I don't think it's necessary. Your grades are very good. I don't think it doesn't matter if you don't make it to the school team. You will spend more time playing basketball on studying in the future." Go on, take your studies to a higher level, I believe that you will be able to get a gold medal in the college entrance examination after the third year of high school."

Wei Xianya comforted Cheng Yuan and said.

"Uh...Sister Xianya, you know all about this?" Cheng Yuan was a little dazed, with a helpless expression on his face.

Sure enough, good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles, and the speed of spreading bad things is always very fast!Unexpectedly, it even reached Wei Xianya's ears.

Wei Xianya nodded.

"I see, Miss Xianya, thank you for comforting me, if there is nothing else, I will go back first."

Wei Xianya nodded.

"Hey, hey, to be honest, yesterday Cheng Yuan overpowered his own ability to fight the bull with Ge Qingping from the school team. I seem to have seen him after being abused."

"Hahaha, I am the same, I really hope that the selection of new members of the school team will start soon, so that I can see when he makes a fool of himself."

"Hush...be quiet, don't let him hear..."

Cheng Yuan, who had just walked to the door of the classroom, heard the discussion, and could only smile helplessly. Suppressing his drowsiness, he returned to his seat and continued to sleep on his stomach.

However, in a school, in a class, there are always some people who take advantage of other people's shortcomings or find an opportunity to belittle those who are better than themselves in terms of study to improve themselves.

However, there were also some classmates who came over to comfort him, and Cheng Yuan couldn't help feeling warm in his heart.

...

At 05:30 in the afternoon, Cheng Yuan began to practice his shooting in the court of the community where Cheng Yuan lived. Since today is Friday, there is no evening self-study at school in the evening. After going home and reporting to Chen Dongyi for a short time, Cheng Yuan came here.

The training task given to him by Xiao Z this morning is to make 300 mid-range shots and one hour of dribbling training.

Don't go too far, just start with the shot.

Cheng Yuan dribbled the ball slowly, trotted to the free throw line, then raised the ball above his head and flicked his wrist...

I saw the basketball draw a high arc in the air, and then I saw the basketball thrown out...

The basketball was bouncing up and down on the ground.

Cheng Yuan looked at the basketball he had thrown that had landed on the ground with embarrassment.

"How did you shoot this shot...Three non-sticks, but this is normal. I just started to adjust the first shot. Three non-sticks is too normal, but there is no need to be discouraged."

Little Z's voice sounded in Cheng Yuan's mind, and he said encouragingly.

"However, your movements are really too stiff! Didn't you say you should relax?! You didn't do it at all. Remember, relax and relax your stiff body."

Little Z's voice sounded in Cheng Yuan's mind again.

Cheng Yuan seemed to have imagined that Xiao Z was waving a baton in his mind and pointing at his head to teach him a severe lesson.

"Whoo~"

Cheng Yuan took a deep breath, silently picked up the basketball on the ground, dribbled the ball to the free throw line again, and tried his best to relax his body and relax his tense muscles.

Jump up again!

The basketball flew out from Cheng Yuan's fingertips. Cheng Yuan was 100% sure that he would score this ball!

With a sound of "Shua!", the basketball was hollow into the frame!The net hanging on the basket is like a calm lake stirring up waves.Such a crisp sound makes Cheng Yuan feel relaxed and happy. For every boy who loves basketball, such a crisp sound is simply the most pleasant music in the world!

"Strike!" Cheng Yuan couldn't help shouting.

"That's right! That's it!" Little Z's voice sounded in Cheng Yuan's mind again.

"Come again! Remember, don't be nervous, relax, and believe that you will be able to invest!"

"I know this, don't worry, it's just a psychological hint, I understand."

Cheng Yuan laughed.

Cheng Yuan shot again, jumped off the ground lightly, and flicked his wrist lightly. It seemed that the movements were not awkward at all, but very standard, and even looked very entertaining.

The basketball flew out from Cheng Yuan's fingertips...

"Shh!"

Sure enough, he hit a hollow ball again!

"Not bad, keep shooting, let the muscles of your fingers, wrists, and arms remember this feeling and form muscle memory." Little Z said.

"Form muscle memory? What is muscle memory?" Cheng Yuan thought for a while.

"Muscle memory means that the muscles of the human body have a memory effect. After repeating the same action many times, the muscles of the body will form a conditioned reflex. The acquisition of muscle memory is very slow, but the forgetting is also very slow; you shoot the ball whether it is right or not. Wrong, muscle memory is hard to change once it’s formed, that’s why I make you change shots, and why your first shot is so stiff.”

"Practice hard, strike while the iron is hot, once you develop muscle memory, it will help your shooting a lot, even if you close your eyes, you can make the ball. Don't forget you still have more than 200 shots. .” Little Z laughed.

After listening to Xiao Z's words, Cheng Yuan's eyes became more determined.

When Cheng Yuan shot 300 mid-range shots, two and a half hours had passed, and Cheng Yuan collapsed on the ground tired, his clothes and pants were soaked in sweat.

"Little Z, it's eight o'clock now, I'm a little hungry, go back and have a rest first, come back to practice dribbling at 9 o'clock later."

Cheng Yuan said out of breath.

"OK, don't forget that there is a special training after the dribbling training."

(End of this chapter)