Basketball Myth: Super Guard

Yuyang No. 7 Middle School, basketball court.

A team practice match is in progress.

"Run faster, haven't you eaten yet?" Jiang Fangping grinned and shouted at the players, "I told you, don't treat this as training, but treat it as an official game. Don't you just do this during the game? Game attitude?"

on the field.

The players shrank their necks, didn't dare to say a word, and just ran hard.

It's just that Zhao Xuebing, Wang Chengyu, and Fu Qiang couldn't help but complain. There's nothing we can do. With Qin Hao's speed, how can we catch up?

Qin Hao quickly counterattacked and rushed to the front court, Zhao Xuebing, Wang Chengyu and others chased behind him, but they were still thrown away after a few steps, and he could only watch Qin Hao receive a pass from his teammate and make a layup.

"Offensive, what are you still doing?" Jiang Fangping's voice sounded again, "Fu Qiang, don't you want to fight? If you don't want to fight, let me down, and don't fight in the next game."

"No no, I want to fight." Fu Qiang even shouted, "Coach, I want to fight."

"Humph." Jiang Fangping snorted coldly: "If you want to fight, just run for me, don't look like you're going to die, this is a game."

Fu Qiang smiled bitterly, biting his teeth to speed up.

After the coach finally stopped, Fu Qiang was panting on his knees, almost exhausted to the point of being a dead dog. When he was breathing evenly, he glanced at Jiang Fangping before complaining in a low voice: "What's wrong with the coach, who are you talking to? It's too harsh to owe him eight million."

"Yeah." Wang Chengyu quickly agreed and said aggrieved: "The coach has been too strict these days. I don't know how much I've been scolded."

In the past few days, Jiang Fangping has been extremely strict. Seeing that they are not serious at all, he immediately reprimanded them, making Fu Qiang and Wang Chengyu miserable.

Seeing a few people chattering and complaining non-stop, Guo Kai straightened his face, took out the majesty of the captain, and said, "Okay, shut up for me. Why are you all being scolded? It's not your own problem. Besides, is it wrong for the coach to be stricter? It's going to be the Southern Finals soon."

At the mention of this, everyone was immediately speechless.

Yes, it will be the final of the Southern District soon, and it will be against Chen Qiao No. 9 Middle School in Yu City.

"Is Chen Qiao No. 9 Middle School strong?" Zhao Xuebing asked.

"What do you think?" Yuan Xiaogang said angrily: "The first place in Group A, winning all four games, and it is said that from the city league to the divisional competition, Chenqiao No. 9 Middle School has never lost, and every battle is guaranteed to win, all the way. It can be said that it is making great progress, do you think it is strong or not?"

hiss......

The crowd gasped.

From the city league to the southern finals, at least a dozen games have to be played, without losing a single one, has Chen Qiao No.

Yuyang No. 7 Middle School has played very well this season, but they still lost one game in the provincial league group stage, but Chen Qiao No. 9 Middle School did not lose a game, and their strength can be imagined.

For a time, everyone couldn't help but feel apprehensive.

The next game is the Southern Regional Finals, a game that decides life and death. Only the winning team can advance. It is really a lot of pressure to reach the national finals.

Seeing everyone's expression, Qin Hao knew what he had to say: "Don't worry too much, we haven't played against any opponent, no matter what kind of undefeated golden body he is, it won't work when he comes to us, the national finals are ahead. , the championship trophy is there, and no one wants to stop us."

"right."

"God blocks kill gods, Buddha blocks kill Buddha! Even if he is a golden body of Arhat, he will be destroyed."

"We have Qin Hao, Jiang Feng, Wang Lei, and all of us. As long as we are united, there is nothing to be afraid of."

Everyone also agreed, and the mood relaxed a lot.

Although Qin Hao comforted his teammates, he did not dare to be sloppy in his actions. Except for the team's training, the daily extra training never failed.

After school in the evening, he came to the old stadium and started to practice.

"start."

Qin Hao started to practice according to his own training plan, from basic skills to various techniques. After training all these, he stopped and rested for a while.

Next, there is targeted training.

"Shh!"

Qin Hao hit a pull-up jumper from the free throw line at a forty-five-degree angle, and started his targeted training today, which is mid-range shooting.

Shoot again and again, change different shooting methods.

The sound of "Swish" continued, and the basketball pierced through the net again and again.

After a period of targeted training, Qin Hao's mid-range shooting has become more and more accurate. With the foundation of the previous free throw training and three-point training, the progress is particularly rapid.

Up to now, Qin Hao's mid-range shooting has achieved a considerable hit rate, and he has also increased his mid-range shooting in the game, but it is still slightly inferior to three-pointers.

Mainly because he needs to evade defense in mid-range shots, Qin Hao needs to use difficult shots such as backs and emergency stops, and because there are more defenders within the three-point line, not only from the front, but also from the side. , the interference will be greater, so the hit rate is not as good as three points.

But the good news is that Qin Hao felt that wonderful feeling again, and the "critical point" appeared again, the same as when he practiced three points.

"coming."

Qin Hao's eyes suddenly became bright, and he felt that he had touched the "critical point".

Swish!

Swish!

Shots and hits again and again.

Qin Hao changed various movements and was full of confidence, but his movements were as stable as pasting and copying, and his hit rate suddenly increased a lot, but this state did not last long, and he had not really crossed the "critical point", so The hit rate is not stable yet.

Ten minutes later, Qin Hao stopped.

That feeling has disappeared, but Qin Hao can feel his progress, and over time, his mid-distance can become a big move.

Just how long will it take?

The southern region final is approaching. If they can defeat Chenqiao No. 9 Middle School and win the southern region championship, the next step will be the national finals. The opponent in the finals, no matter which team it is, will definitely be very strong, very strong. Can he handle it with his current strength?

"Huh." Qin Hao shook his head, throwing away these thoughts, "Oh, I think too much, it's true to deal with the upcoming Southern Finals first. There are still a few days left, we must hurry up and improve our strength as much as possible. , even if it improves a little, it’s good.”

"Time."

For Qin Hao, the biggest problem is time.

In fact, his progress has been very fast, far surpassing others. Even Jiang Feng and Wang Lei can't compare with him. Qin Hao can be said to be improving every day.

Given enough time, he has the confidence to beat any opponent, at least no one in the high school league can compete with him.

It's just that time is too tight.

From the city league to now, it has only been more than half a year, and there is a winter vacation in the middle, even if Qin Hao has never slackened, rain or shine, continuous training, and the body seems to have changed, some special, but more than half a year It's still too short after all.