Lingering heart palpitations

During the break and meal time in the afternoon, nine or ten girls stood on the edge of the innermost court of the basketball court.

"Tomorrow we will play class seven," Zhou Mo said to everyone while holding the ball in one hand, "I went to see their preliminary match, and they are basically the same as most women's teams. They don't play very well, but they are a bit fierce. I mean Our focus is on participation, as long as we can do it, don’t be tough with the opponent, don’t get hurt on the field, everyone went back today and cut their nails, many things were neglected at the beginning of the game, and I saw a girl who was careless during the game the other day A big cut was made on the back of the man's hand..."

"Hiss..." Hearing this, everyone curled their lips unconsciously, imagining that scene, and their hairs stood on end.

"But everyone is still going all out. If it's up to us to win, of course it is our duty--we will not play in groups today, practice shooting and passing, and don't get hurt and affect tomorrow's game."

The squad leader and two girls quarreled with Zhou Mo, and mentioned that she sprained her foot in the last competition, "Zhou Mo, you have to pay attention hahahahaha."

"Okay, I will be careful." Zhou Mo smiled and pointed to the sidelines, "Take the ball, fairies, and divide half of them to the opposite side."

Zhou Mo and Yu Ran practiced shooting at the basket here, mostly standing on the center line.

"I've thought about it," Zhou Mo said to Yu Ran, "You will be almost ready for the first half of the game tomorrow, but last time it was a bit too forced, and they were much gentler when they played class eight last time."

"Yeah," Yu Ran agreed, took the ball that bounced off the basket, and seriously reviewed, "I think I'm too inflexible on the court..."

"It's a bit—" Zhou Mo made a shot and stepped forward to catch the ball. "The main thing is that you played less, but you have a good height, and you still have advantages in rebounding and passing..."

"..." Yu Ran recalled the experience of grabbing rebounds in the last game, and felt that his height was really in vain.

"Actually, everyone is pretty much the same... The good ones are not much better." Zhou Mo raised his hand and made another shot, "You see, most of the school basketball courts are used by boys, and there are not many girls playing. of."

"Well," Yu Ran held the ball in his chest and threw it towards the small frame on the basket——

"...Finally got one." Yu Ran's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and he commented with some disgust.

She took a step to pick up the ball. After the dusty ball fell from the basket, it rolled straight to the left and stopped next to a pair of black sneakers with a pair of black sweatpants on it.

The owner of the sneakers bent down and picked up the basketball.

"Thank you..." There was a distance of about five meters between Yu Ran and him. He raised his head, glanced at her, and looked at the basket behind her with a smile on his lips.

He lifted the ball over his head, shifted his position slightly, his feet were slightly off the ground, and he seemed to throw the ball very lightly.Yu Ran subconsciously turned around and followed the trajectory of the ball until the ball fell into the basket firmly.

Yu Ran subconsciously glanced at his position, he just stepped on the sideline.

That face and hairstyle are easy to recognize, it is Bai Qinglang.

"There was something wrong when you shot the ball." He looked at Yu Ran with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his tone was very gentle, "Your ball didn't reach the highest point when it hit the basket, but the trajectory of the goal is a parabola— —Should have dropped into the hoop."

His fingers traced an arc in the air, explaining the problem concisely.

"It's a throw, not a pass that hits straight up."

Yu Ran nodded, half understanding.

"In this way," Bai Qinglang walked to the sidelines, bent down to pick up a ball, threw it to Yu Ran, and stepped back to widen the distance between the two, "You treat me as a ball frame, give me Pass the lob."

Someone next to him called him, and he waved his hand to tell him to wait.

"Come on," he motioned, holding out his hand, "imagine you're going to throw me a lob."

"Yeah." Yu Ran nodded, held the ball in front of his chest with both hands, exerted strength upwards, and pushed the ball out.

But the strength is not enough, the height and distance of the ball are not enough, and it does not fall within the receiving range of the opponent.

Bai Qinglang took two steps forward to catch the ball, adjusted his position, "The distance just now may have been a bit far", he passed the ball back to her steadily, "Try again."

"Yeah." Yu Ran nodded, continued the action just now, and adjusted the strength of his hands.

Because it is winter, the sky is a little dark, but the person opposite is very patient. When she throws the ball well, she will praise her aloud, and occasionally correct her actions very gently.

After going back and forth, Yu Ran gradually got a feel for it.

Bai Qinglang finally tossed the ball to her and walked towards her, "Remember this feeling, it's like this when you shoot."

"En." Yu Ran nodded, looked up at him, "Thank you."

"It's okay," he stopped two steps away from her, lowered his head slightly to look at her, with a little cautious look in his eyes, he said casually, "Your brother and I are in the same class, my name is Bai Qinglang, The tendency is leaning, the sunny is bright.”

Yu Ran still nodded, "I know." Influenced by the other party, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "My name is Yu Ran, naturally."

Someone behind him called Bai Qinglang's name.

"I have to go." Bai Qinglang pointed behind him, but he still stood there, and he didn't seem to want to move.

"Well, bye." Yu Ran waved his hand, didn't notice the way the other party looked at her, turned and walked away.

A figure walked up behind him, with half of his face hidden in the hood.

"Look, everyone is leaving." It was Xu Zixin's voice, he walked up behind the person, raised his leg and pushed the other person's knee, "Why are you so cowardly chasing a girl—"

"You know what?" Bai Qinglang turned around and kicked his calf, "It seems like you're good at it."

Xu Zixin suddenly remembered the scene where he was almost pushed down the stairs by the other party this morning, and frowned guiltily, "Isn't that the case? You want his contact information, chat with him, invite him to dinner, and get together naturally."

"Hehe..." Bai Qinglang showed a disgusted expression, "You can tell it's not good just by listening to it, how can it be so fast, come here, I'll show you something" as he said, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and clicked on it. After reading Zhihu, I collected the question "How to Chase a Girl", and the two of them stood head to head looking at the bright screen in front of them.

Several high-voted answers have been collected by Bai Qinglang. From the theory proposal to the case analysis, it is clear and straightforward, and the details are explained in a simple way...

"Is this useful?" Xu Zixin asked while staring at the screen.

"Yes." Bai Qinglang replied, "Although I haven't put it into practice yet."

"...Countless." Xu Zixin commented unceremoniously, sliding his finger on the screen, glanced casually, and then snatched the phone, "Use it for me."

He took the phone, opened the search box, and quickly typed a line——

"What are you looking for?" Bai Qinglang leaned over.

"How to chase a boy?!"

.......

.......

The two people looked at each other with their heads leaning against each other for 10 minutes, and it was completely dark.

"By the way," Bai Qinglang realized later, "What do you want me for?"

Xu Zixin, who buried his head in the phone screen, suddenly raised his head, "Damn it!"

"what's wrong?"

"Yan Wang Zhang asked me to come to you to train in the gym just now."

"?!"

The two figures moved quickly in the dark night, and were about to merge with the blackness. Only the lit phone screen slightly illuminated one piece to avoid pedestrians.