Son of God in the Madness of Basketball

Ji Feng returned to the arena, and the rest of his teammates had already arrived. This is the critical period for preparing for the National Championship. Everyone is very active. After all, the staff of the High School Attached to Jiaotong University are in full morale today. Everyone wants the champion to come back and make the best footnote for his high school basketball career.

"Ji Feng, it's time to run!" Lin Zhong took a look at Ji Feng and came back, and he was all together, and began to warm up every day before training.

Zhang Hengyuan ’s rule is 10 laps. A basketball court lap is about 200 meters. 2000 meters to warm up is enough for high school basketball players.

2000 meters said long is not long and short is not short, about ten minutes, except Ji Feng, everyone else has stopped.

"Ji Feng, enough is enough!" Lin Zhong thought that Ji Feng had the wrong number of laps and shouted at Ji Feng.

"It's okay, leave him alone." At this time Zhang Hengyuan also came to the venue and walked to Lin Zhong.

"The whole team, preparing for the morning training, mainly practicing tactics, running position, and shooting training in the morning." Zhang Hengyuan said: "I announce that Ji Feng will not participate in our joint training for ten days. In addition to tactical training, Ji Feng's training, Arrange by yourself. "

"Is the coach!" Lin Zhong agreed, and then organized the team members to move the equipment.

And Ji Feng still didn't mean to stop, still running in a circle, no way, Ji Feng was not willing to run so much, this course is also part of the intensive task, ten kilometers a day, need to persist for half a year Once he stopped for a day, he gave up his achievements and Ji Feng has been insisting for a while, but in order to make time for 5000 shots, Ji Feng can only choose to finish in the morning.

"Brother Feng has already ran a few laps, it must be 30 laps, six kilometers, it's terrible, just how much you need to run to warm up, so you can still train in the morning."

During the interval between shooting training, Sun Zhihao watched Ji Feng running lap-by-lap and sighed. This was the first time that Ji Feng completed the ten-kilometer daily task in the arena. , Just running is terrible.

"Sure enough, people are more angry than others, Ji Feng is really an individual monster." Wang Hao touched his stomach, his abdominal muscles were united into a whole piece, he could not run so much, 2000 meters per day already made him very Painful.

"The strength reflected by the improvement of the attribute is more and more obvious."

After about 45 minutes, Ji Feng finally completed the ten-kilometer task, and it seemed very easy. This made Ji Feng feel very happy. It only took him one and a half hours at the beginning, and it did n’t take long for it to shorten so much.

And the shooting training on the other side was over. Ji Feng returned to the team and conducted tactical joint training with the entire team. Ji Feng was an absolute offensive core, so the training content was how to play a more reasonable game around Ji Feng.

After the end, Ji Feng walked in front of the equipment. For the rest of the morning, Ji Feng was going to do strength training. His height at 190CM was only 68kg. It was really thin, and the NBA confrontation was not proportional to everyone he faced, so Ji Feng wants to strengthen his muscles.

Ji Feng has set up 300 plans for himself. The maximum weight of daily squats, bench presses, and deadlifts is one hundred. This is a very good way to improve his core strength!

Then Lin Zhong and they heard the sounds of irritating instruments, which made Lin Zhong much harder in their training.

An hour later, except that Ji Feng was still training, the other trainings were all over.

Lin Zhong, who had wanted Ji Feng to walk together, was stopped by Zhang Hengyuan. Soon, teammates left, and only Ji Feng was left in the stadium.

Ji Feng is undecided about all this. He just immersed himself in his training and earnestly completed one training after another. Until Ji Feng felt a little hungry, he broke away from training and left the arena.

In the afternoon, Sun Zhihao came to the stadium an hour in advance. He was very stimulated in the morning. In his heart, Ji Feng was already very powerful, but the already very powerful players are harder than you. This is the most terrible.

Sun Zhihao has always believed that Ji Feng is a talented player, no training is needed. As a result, Ji Feng in the morning told everyone with practical actions that hardworking genius is the most terrible.

Sun Zhihao also had the dream of a professional team, so he wanted to come to the stadium to train in advance, but before he walked in, he heard the sound of basketball hitting the ground in the stadium.

"Does anyone come earlier than me?" Sun Zhihao glanced at the phone, just two o'clock, which is too terrible.

"Feng Brother ?!" Sun Zhihao hurriedly walked in and found Ji Feng who was dribbling two **** against the wall.

Ji Feng returned to the stadium shortly after eating. He had to practice his dribbling, dribbling two **** with both hands, and then throwing the basketball in his hands to the wall with different rhythms, and then catching.

This has high requirements for the control of the dribbling rhythm and the strength, which is also the method Ji Ji has been practicing.

"Zhihao, came early." Ji Feng stopped after an hour of dribbling and greeted Sun Zhihao.

"Brother Feng, you are awesome, you have served ..." Sun Zhihao looked at Ji Feng, who was dripping wet but still full of energy, and couldn't help but sigh.

"It's still a long way off." Ji Feng pretended to wipe his sweat and shook his wet hair.

But in Sun Zhihao's eyes, this is really amazing.

"Okay, I will continue training." Ji Feng patted Sun Zhihao, and then went to get a basketball. Finally, 5,000 CICs can be cast.

Ji Feng took out all the basketballs. Not to mention, there were quite a few in the arena. There were 50 of them. Ji Feng was divided into 10 groups and divided into 5 points for shooting.

"Start!" Ji Feng shot after preparing.

The sound of "brushing" is constantly ringing in the venue.

Ji Feng's mid-range shooting is accurate. This is his main attribute of adding skill points. Basically, the shooting rate of nobody's defense reaches 70-80%, so there are occasional sounds of flying.

Soon, 50 **** were shot in 5 minutes and hit 40. Sun Zhihao watched dumbfounded, and even forgot to train, just looked at it dumbly.

"Zhihao ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ helps to pick up the ball." Ji Feng felt that picking up the ball was the most tiring. Then he found the dazed Sun Zhihao, free labor, no need to use it.

"Ah, oh, good!"

Sun Zhihao also joined the ball picking ranks.

"Bitter, I knew I wouldn't come so early." Sun Zhihao wanted to cry without tears.

Ji Feng's shooting continued, and the shooting rate gradually decreased, because the continuous shooting made Ji Feng's arm began to sour. After 2000, Ji Feng felt that it was a little difficult to raise his arm.

At this time, the afternoon training was almost time, and everyone left again. At 6 o'clock, Ji Feng completed 4,000, and he was the only one left in the arena.

This is the training under the basketball court. In order to improve the hit rate on the court, you have to work a hundred times.

"Hoohoo ..." Ji Feng's arm supported this knee, panting, and there were 1,000 left, but Ji Feng's physical strength had bottomed out.

Numb arms and sore waists make it difficult for Ji Feng to pick up the ball, but Ji Feng can't give up. In order to enter the NBA goal, he must bite his teeth and insist. His strength is not enough, no matter how touted by the outside world, Ji Feng knows this.

The last one thousand, Ji Feng took three hours.

Ji Feng, who dropped into the last one, collapsed on the floor, and his side was soaked in Ji Feng's sweat. Ji Feng has been training for 12 hours.

"Finally finished." Ji Feng murmured to cover his eyes that could not be opened by the lights.

Ji Feng just passed ten days ...

When someone looks at you wantonly to cross the course, who will know what kind of devil training you have experienced.

(Thanks to Asaru ?, Li Xiaoruan, the recommendation ticket of Chaos Wuxingsong! Also ask for a wave of collection!)