baby miss me today

Qiao Yu focused on the food delivery app on her mobile phone, and was carried away by Qi Huo like a little chick the whole time, with a dull expression on her face.

what's the situation?

How does Qi classmate say to get started?

Back in the dormitory, Qi Huo went straight to the bedroom, leaving Qiao Yu in front of the door with a dazed expression.

The subway, the elderly, mobile phones.

Not long after, the sound of the electronic organ came from inside. At first, it was only intermittently tuned, but it became more and more coherent and smooth as it progressed.

Qiao Yu nodded thoughtfully, it turned out to be inspiration.

Art is always connected, and acting also requires a strong sense of rhythm, and more importantly, the performer needs to understand and listen to everything.

Qiao Yu leaned on the door frame with her arms folded and closed her eyelids.

Although he doesn't know how to appreciate it, it doesn't prevent him from intuitively feeling the melodious and moving melody.

At first it was a depressing and low tone, then plunged into the darkness like the deep sea, and there was a sudden thunder, and the bamboo shoots after the rain sprung up, with infinite vitality and vitality.

At the end of the song, Qiao Yu opened his eyes, it's so good!

Wanting to say something, seeing that Qi Huo seemed dissatisfied with some of the pitches, he kept revising and revising them.

Qiao stopped talking when he saw this, took his sports suit and walked out quietly.

When the door was closed, I took another look inside.

Qi Huo sat upright near the window, rewriting and rewriting on the paper with his hand holding a pencil.

Sometimes the brows are frowned, and sometimes the expression is stretched, but the light in the eyes is always focused and joyful.

This kind of concentration seems to be the same as the wholehearted devotion he showed when he was filming, but there is actually a big difference.

Qiao Yu gently closed the door.

People, just do what you really love.

Pursing her lips, she went to the living room to change into her basketball uniform. Qiao Yu put on another large coat. Although it was spring, the temperature difference between day and night in Jinjiang City in the north was relatively large.

After picking up the basketball he bought a few days ago, Qiao Yu went to the school's basketball court alone.

There is still more than a month before the expected progress of filming the basketball game in the play, and he has to start overcoming his own difficulties!

The cultural class students of Jinjiang No. [-] Middle School have not finished their evening self-study, only the sports students are doing regular training at the other end of the plastic track.

For a basketball rookie like him with no basics, he had to start with the basic skills. Qiao Yu squatted on the ground and searched the Internet for introductory materials and teaching videos, and suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.

Just a small shot can be divided into in-situ shots, running shots, catch-and-shoot shots...

Not to mention adding feints, fadeaway jumpers, running positions, defensive slides and other highly ornamental actions in the later stage.

Sighing, Qiao Yu put away his phone resignedly, stood under the free throw line, found five spots around the basket, and practiced the simplest spot shots.

After half an hour, he scored a goal and threw it while standing under the basket.

Qiao Yu smashed the ball on the backboard, climbed onto the parallel bars next to him, and hung upside down to look at the sky full of stars.

Hey, he is a good cook.

A pair of long legs, high-end leather shoes, and trimmed trousers came from far and near in the field of vision.

Qiao Yu sat upright with a carp, looking in horror at Ji Rongchen who suddenly appeared in front of him.

???

This isn't his cutie popping up.

Ji Rongchen wouldn't have installed surveillance location on his phone, would he?

Seeing the doubt in Qiao Yu's eyes, Ji Rongchen held the basketball that Qiao Yu threw away in frustration, and said calmly, "Accident."

He only knew that Qiao Yu's crew lived in the teacher's apartment, and he didn't even know his specific building number.

Meeting Qiao Yu probably had some kind of guidance somewhere.

Originally, he just wanted to follow the path that Qiao Yu had walked in school, but when he tilted his head, the figure on the double poles caught his attention.But in an instant, Ji Rongchen recognized Qiao Yu.

Observing Ji Rongchen's expression, Qiao Yu decided to trust him once, jumped off the parallel bars, and reached out to catch the ball: "Thank you, you can go."

Ji Rongchen looked down, and Gu Zi revealed the topic: "The shooting gesture is wrong."

Qiao Yu raised an eyebrow and ignored it.

He didn't believe that Ji Rongchen knew everything!

Don't listen, don't listen, don't mislead people here, maybe you are not as good as yourself!

After a few more shots and missed, the ball bounced off the backboard and rolled to Ji Rongchen's feet.

Qiao Yu touched his nose, and saw Ji Rongchen pick up the ball calmly, and with a flick of his wrist, the basketball drew a parabola in the air and landed firmly in the frame.

I rely on!

three-pointer.

What kind of character is Ji Rongchen!

As if he understood the disbelief on Qiao Yu's face, Ji Rongchen glanced at him: "I have developed morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor in an all-round way."

"Pfft."

Looking at each other, Qiao Yu grinned.

Saying this from Ji Rongchen's mouth, there was an inexplicable sense of joy. Somehow, it gave Qiao Yu the feeling of a supermarket salesman holding yogurt poured into a small bowl and yelling at him, "Come and taste it."

Seeing that Qiao Yu no longer had a cold face, Ji Rongchen took the initiative to say:

"Your basics are too weak, let's start with catching the ball, and I'll teach you."

Qiao Yu knew that at his own level, it might take years and months to meet the standards required for shooting.

But he felt sorry for bothering others, but Ji Rongchen seemed to feel at ease?

Qiao Yu explained to herself this way: Judging by the situation, Ji Rongchen will not give up in a short time, so let's charge some interest for being harassed in advance.

I have already approved this proposal in my heart, but I still can't help but hate him:

"Can you have old arms and legs?"

Ji Rongchen surrounded Qiao Yu from behind: "I thought you were the only one in the whole world who knew if I could do it."

Qiao Yu: "..."

Do yellow, do yellow again!

He knew that Ji Rongchen was impure.

Qiao Yu raised his elbow, intending to hit Ji Rongchen with an elbow, but he grabbed it and took it out.

"Elbows are moderately abducted."

"The center of gravity is lowered when catching the ball to avoid the enemy's defense. Both the left and right feet can be used as the central foot."

The two were very close, the magnetic subwoofer sounded beside the ears, and the warm breath sprayed on the neck, making Qiao Yu's neck itchy.

However, the dog man's tone was very serious, and if he showed any abnormalities, it would seem that he was thinking too much, Qiao Yu held back and didn't shrink his neck.

Behind him, Ji Rongchen looked more tenderly, and his tightly pursed lips raised slightly.

After receiving three or four balls from Ji Rongchen, Qiao Yu followed him to throw the ball.

Ji Rongchen put his hands on Qiao Yu's waist, feeling his power point: "Open your legs, a little wider than your shoulders, and keep your upper body straight."

Qiao Yu said "um", and controlled herself to focus on what Ji Rongchen said instead of his voice or his actions.

"Don't look down at the ball when dribbling. In order to prevent the opponent from stealing the ball, you can block it with your arms."

Hearing this, Qiao Yu rolled her eyes, raised her hand and swung at Ji Rongchen's arm vigorously.

There was a "pop", crisp and pleasant.

After beating several times in a row, I let out my anger and felt comfortable.

Although he didn't know what kind of anger it was, it was more like subconsciously wanting to do something to Ji Rongchen.

Ji Rongchen let him fight, neither talking nor stopping, and only after Qiao Yu had vented enough with excuses did he tell him, "You can't fight during a match."

Qiao Yu dressed innocently, her eyes were bright and clear: "Ah, so that's how it is."

Ji Rongchen stared at his face for a while, then slowly looked away.

Even Qiao Yu, who was pretending to be obedient, moved his heart.