"Wow, I'm so envious!"
"Brother Mouse, I also need to learn to shoot!" Wang Dawei said angrily, even though he is gay.
"Let's play while we're at it. While there's no one around in the morning, we can occupy a few more baskets." Radar said to everyone with a smile.
"Let's work in pairs, Hu Yue, you can practice free throws here with me."
Radar turned around and said to Fang Lu: "Go back and rest for a while."
"Yeah." Fang Lu nodded and left the court.
Hu Yue's free throws are indeed average, and his shooting rate is not high. This is related to the fact that he has been hitting the basket. He only scored 42 out of 100 free throws. However, they all have targeted training. As long as there is time, everything can become better and better.
The better.
The training lasted until seven o'clock, and the Mamba team members hurried back to wash up. Then Radar carried the "little sister" with limited legs and feet on his back to the school cafeteria for breakfast.
Time flies, and it has been two months since the Mamba team was formed. In these two months, they have developed enough tacit understanding, and everyone has made progress.
Hu Yue has scored 42 goals out of 100 and has now stabilized at around 60 free throws; Mouse has a certain degree of confidence in his three-point breakthroughs. Wu Hao, who is a bit biased towards shooters, is a qualified shooter after he has three-pointers.
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The systematic practice before self-study every night helped Hu Feifei and Wang Dawei strengthen their inside strength and footsteps, and everyone's physical fitness was also strengthened.
If they were playing a game with the Storm now, the Mamba team would never be as passive as before and would not rely on the radar's super aiming to win with difficulty. Because now their scoring points have become richer and the radar's task has become simpler.
A lot of them have their own offense as long as they give the ball to the right person.
As for Lida himself, he takes the time to watch some tactical videos every day and practice his own skills. He himself has to practice passing people, shooting, and physical fitness every day.
"Ding, the mission is 90% complete!" Radar was lying on the bed at night, and the system's prompt tone suddenly sounded in his mind.
"Hey!" Radar sighed helplessly. This mission has been completed for two months and is 90% completed. In the past, a mission might be completed in a few days or a week, but this time.
Wang Zhen's problem has not been resolved yet and has always been a concern for Radar.
Entering the system's radar, I found that in the past two months, my ball control and passing abilities have greatly improved, and the system has judged that it has reached the level of B-.
"Looks like I need more practice." Radar secretly made up his mind that he still had to rely on himself for technical problems. Even if the system failed one day, he would still be a qualified point guard or shooting guard.
One day, after the evening self-study get out of class, Radar and Fang Lu were walking on the school playground.
Fang Lu suddenly asked: "Radar, what do you want to do in the future?"
The question was a bit sudden, and Radar was not prepared at all, so he asked doubtfully: "In the future?"
"Oh, I just asked you what is your dream?"
Dream, your own dream!
Although the dream is a bit far away for me, whose dream can be easily realized? If it can be realized just by thinking about it, is it a dream?
Radar smiled and replied: "Do you want to tell the truth or a lie?"
"Can we all listen?" Seeing Radar nodding, Fang Lu said again: "Let's tell lies first."
Radar suddenly laughed and said: "In Xiaojie's words, it means two cows per acre of land, a wife and children on the hot bed."
"Pfft!" Fang Lu couldn't help laughing.
"It's so unfair, so what's the truth?"
Radar said with great expectations: "NBA, national team, championship, gold medal!"
Radar thought that Fang Lu would laugh again, but she didn't expect her to say: "Then you have to work hard, I believe you can do it, you work so hard, come on!"
Radar suddenly looked at her affectionately. Although it was just a simple encouragement, Fang Lu meant it sincerely.
No matter what he does, the outcome is nothing more than laughs and results. At this time, Radar has made up his mind to be prepared to meet the former and be calm to meet the latter from now on.
"You, what are you looking at?" Fang Lu felt a little embarrassed when she was spotted by the radar.
"Nothing, thank you, Fang Lu!" Radar said with a smile.
...
In the physical education class two months after the start of the school year, Teacher Lao Bai announced a piece of news that excited all the members of the Mamba Team. They were all gearing up and eager to try.
After the normal team gathering was completed, Lao Bai stood in front and said: "In order to increase the cohesion of each class, the school decided to organize a basketball game among all classes in the first grade of high school."
"There's a game."
"Very good."
Lao Bai waved his right hand to indicate silence, and continued: "The competition is scheduled every Saturday and Sunday. You Mamba team can come to me to sign up."
"Okay, teacher, let's sign up!" Wu Jie rushed to say. This kind of competition does not require radar nodding. Everyone knows that the Mamba team must participate.
"Listen to me." Lao Bai scolded Wu Jie, who instantly shrugged his shoulders.
"This competition will only take the top one. Do you know what the reward is?" Lao Bai pretended to be mysterious and asked everyone to guess.
"Wu Jie, now it's your turn to speak."
Wu Jie smiled and said: "Teacher, how much is the reward for winning the team?"
"Not a cent!"
"I'll go, I'm too stingy." Wu Jie complained.
"If you take first place in this competition, the reward is a ticket!"
"Tickets?" After Lao Bai finished speaking, even Radar became curious.
"Next semester, eight county-level high schools will also hold a basketball exchange competition. This time, the first place in the high school group will be the team representing the school."
"Teacher, this is better than reward money." Wu Jie said to Lao Bai, still smiling.
"And the girls in your class can also organize a cheerleading team and a support team. After all, it is related to the honor of the class. Everyone should participate more in their spare time. That's it, free activities."
"Radar, go and sign up." As soon as they were dismissed, Wu Jie quickly urged Radar.
"This is the leader's business, Fang Lu, go ahead." The mouse said to Fang Lu.
"Ah? You need to fill out a form to register. I don't know." Fang Lu was a little embarrassed.
"I'll go with you." Radar said.
The two of Radar approached Lao Bai to sign up and filled out each team member's information form. Lao Bai told Radar that the game time was still divided into four quarters, but for physical considerations and in order not to delay study, the time was set to 10 minutes per quarter. Every weekend.
There will be 4 games, two on Saturday and Sunday, a total of eight classes, with an average of one game per week.
The start time is next Saturday, November 14th, which is exactly one week before the semester.
When Wu Jie saw the radar coming back, he quickly asked: "How's it going? Is the report ready?"
"Of course, brothers, do you have confidence?"
"Yes!" Ten people shouted in unison!
"Mamba will win!"
Chapter completed!