Chapter 8: The soaring popularity (Chinese)

"Swoosh, swosh, swosh..." One by one, the basketballs drew arcs and flew towards the baskets in the distance. Under Chen Junhao's control, the basketball's flight route was as accurate as a machine's control. The height of the arc, the angle of the shooting, and the speed of the basketball when it was shot were matched without any flaws.

Perfect shot.

The other players around have already returned. Anthony, Carman and Mario are three people who are preparing to go to Chen Junhao to have a meal and sit lazily against the wall. At this moment, they look envious on their faces when they look at such shooting. Maybe they can never do such shooting. Everyone has their own style, and sending basketballs into the basket. Anthony and the other three have considerable skills and confidence, but they still can't help but feel amazing and envious when seeing such a perfect shooting.

"What is Jack doing? What else do he pursue when his shooting has reached this level?" Carman was puzzled. Although Chen Junhao had practiced shooting every day before, his experience of practicing this week was significantly different from before. Such fixed-point shooting at the same position was very small in his previous practice. Now it is almost all.

For a guard like Chen Junhao who has excellent singles skills in breaking through top-notch and first-class singles, pure fixed-point shooting is of little use.

Anthony said: "Maybe after seeing Rydick's shooting, Jack wants to further improve his shooting level."

"But is it really necessary?" Mario disagreed. "So what if it's Rydick? Once it doesn't meet the team's tactical needs, it will immediately become a role player. Jack might as well maintain his current characteristics and be the best ace guard in any team."

Anthony nodded and said, "That's right, Jack may have his own considerations." After a pause, he said, "My stomach is already very hungry. When will this kid Jack be?"

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Chen Junhao, who is completely immersed in the practice, will not care about the content of the three people whispering outside the court. It is indeed what Anthony said: this practice was completely stimulated by Rydick's magical shooting. Chen Junhao never relaxed his shooting practice. A good pitcher talent is important, but a real shooter should be tempered through millions of exercises. He remembered this very long ago. Chen Junhao's shooting is outstanding, and he never doubted this. He even thought to himself: he is almost close to the most perfect shooting that humans can achieve.

However, in the confrontation with Duke, in the duel with Rydick, Chen Junhao truly understood that he was still a long way from a perfect shooting. At least Rydick was already ahead of him. At a certain position, there must be a shooting angle, and a basketball flying route is the fastest and most accurate. This is the inspiration that Rydick's magical shooting gave Chen Junhao. He practiced tirelessly before, but he could not improve the shooting speed again. Chen Junhao once thought that human shooting speed could not be faster, otherwise the accuracy would be greatly reduced. However, Rydick's appearance subverted his concept.

Rydick's shooting has absolute speed and absolute accuracy.

It turned out that the shooting speed could be faster! Chen Junhao seemed to have a sudden enlightenment in front of him, and he found the goal he wanted to work for.

...

Half an hour later, "Swish!" When the last basketball flew into the basket steadily, Chen Junhao finally stopped. He bent over and supported his knees and panted, sweat dripping from his cheeks. By this time, his physical strength finally bottomed out.

Anthony and others appeared behind him at some point and handed them a towel. Chen Junhao took it and wiped his sweat. Kaman handed over the drink, raised his head and drank two sips. Everything was so cooked that it seemed as if he had practiced hundreds of times.

After putting down the drink, Chen Junhao's breath was slightly relaxed.

Anthony said: "You are so tired, can you still go to the kitchen when you go back?"

Chen Junhao, who had recovered a little, turned his eyes on Anthony when he heard this and spat: "It turns out that he is just caring about your supper."

Anthony chuckled. Kaman and Mario both had the same expression on their faces.

Chen Junhao snorted: "Don't worry, I've prepared what I should prepare yesterday. I can start dinner in half an hour after I go back."

"So fast? Don't send us some fast food." Carman came over with big faces, "Jason and I are experts in tasting Chinese cuisine after all. What is really delicious and expensive is not the material of the dish but the cooking skills of the chef. Aren't you Chinese people untiring to eat? What can you make in half an hour?"

Chen Junhao sneered: "It sounds like you are more proficient in cooking than me, so when will I let you see it?"

Kaman laughed and said, "The old Chinese saying: A gentleman does not move." This is also possible. Chen Junhao rolled his eyes and said speechlessly. While speaking, he had recovered a little physical strength. He moved his heavy legs and walked towards the locker room with sweat. The other three looked at each other and followed behind.

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Half an hour later, Chen Junhao's apartment.

Four people surrounded a table, and the pot on the induction cooker in the middle was filled with hot soup. The four people on both sides had various raw, cooked vegetables and meat dishes on their hands.

The three of them looked at each other and Anthony asked, "What is this?"

Chen Junhao smiled slightly: "Authentic Chinese food - hot pot...!"

Damn, Anthony and Kaman fell down at the same time and shouted in their hearts. No wonder he said that the meal would be started in the second half of the hour after he came back. Just this? Not to mention half an hour, even ten minutes can be done. Is this considered Chinese food? The two looked at each other and smiled bitterly: Of course, this is Chinese food, and it is authentic Chinese food. But the two of them worked hard, cheating and coaxing, threatening and intimidating, and they cheated and sent a meal. The result was so lightly that they were sent. Anthony and Kaman both felt amused and laughed: It turned out that the advantage of honest people was not so easy to take. Jack looked vague and looked like a good man, but it turned out that he was just a cunning fox.

Anthony and the other two had bitter faces, Chen Junhao smiled calmly, while Mario looked at everything on the table in a daze, with a curious expression on his face. He took out the knife and fork he got from his arms, one hand and the other hand, looking at the mature materials in front of him, and eagerly said: "Can you start it?"

"Idiot!" Caman said, "These are all raw, how do you eat?" Anthony said, "Have you seen it every time you have eaten Chinese food? Idiot!" The two of them knocked on Mario's head with a thunderous chestnut. This was to post his dissatisfaction with Chen Junhao on Mario's head.

Poor Mario hugged his head aggrievedly: "Isn't this my first time?" Although his personality is rebellious, there is no reason to fight in front of Anthony, Captain Carman's team and vice captain.

Chen Junhao smiled slightly and saw it. He slowly picked up the ingredients and seemed to be in a hot soup pot. He smiled lightly: "What do you two think Chinese hot pot is? Add a bunch of things randomly. Can a three-year-old child make something? Idiot, you two even claim to be Chinese food experts."

"Oh?" Anthony said half-believingly, "Can this thing have any advanced articles?"

"Of course." Chen Junhao carefully put the ingredients in the chopsticks into the soup pot. "A bunch of things are added randomly, that is a hodgepodge, not a Chinese hot pot. In Chinese cuisine, the simpler the dishes are, the more they can reflect the chef's methods. I, my teammate Chen Junhao is the top one."

"That's, that's it," Kaman said repeatedly. It was not that his vision was better than Anthony. Instead, the gradually richer fragrance in the hot pot had proved in fact that Chen Junhao's words were not lies. Holding the chopsticks in his hand tightly, Kaman was ready to move: "Is that okay?"

"Bang!" Chen Junhao hit Kaman's wrist with chopsticks and said, "I have to wait a little longer."

Anthony raised the chopsticks in his hand and shaped his middle finger, and said contempt: "A shameful guy."

Kaman retorted: "You are not much better than me, I see your throat trembling, that's swallowing."

Anthony, who was said to be central, felt no at all angry and embarrassed, and said carelessly: "What can that mean? Does the physiological reaction of the human body only prove that Jack's cooking skills are superb."

Kaman sarcastically said: "I have all kinds of people's 'physiological reactions' when facing food, but this is the first time I have seen you so exaggerated. In the two minutes I just sat down, your saliva secretion is probably enough to fill the two cups in front of you."

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The two of them were bickering, and Mario stared at the hot pot, watching Chen Junhao across the street carefully put various ingredients into the soup pot, stirring, and observing the heat. Suddenly, he saw Chen Junhao's movements stop, and chopsticks gently tapped the soup pot twice. Mario looked up and saw Chen Junhao's smile, and nodded gently.

"Me, give it a try?"

Chen Junhao smiled and said nothing, and handed it over. Mario took the spoon, scooped a spoon and poured it into the small porcelain bowl in front of him, blew it gently, and drank it. He closed his eyes for a long time without a reaction. Suddenly, his eyes opened, and his eyes flashed with a brilliant color and said involuntarily: "Yse! It tastes great!"
Chapter completed!