Start training Coach Pang walked to the free throw line and shouted at them
Is it a free shooting training? Wei Yong asked while throwing the ball to Coach Pang
Seeing Coach Pang nodding and returning the ball to him, Wei Yong made a three-step layup. No, he jumped up and turned around in the air, smashing the basketball into the basket.
Ah, turn around and dunk! Brothers who broke the basket in other places exclaimed
Since Wei Yong took the lead, the others are not polite. Wang Xiaolong went up and saw a big windmill dunk, which shocked a pool of gulls and herons.
Jiang Wenjun sneered, he still has to look at him for being handsome
He took Coach Pang's ball and seemed to have not kicked the ground. He jumped up from the center of the free throw circle, drew an arc in the air and poured the ball into the basket.
Very strong air stagnation force,
What a chic action, this is a different evaluation and reaction between a boy and a girl on the same action, and it also truly reflects the difference between men and women. This truth that has been confirmed countless times since ancient times.
This is so complicated. Han Bing looked at Wang Chi's several tricks before gently hitting the basketball with a hook layup. He sighed after he saw Wang Chi's slut in.
It's your turn. Wei Yong said coldly to Han Bing.
Ah, it's my turn? Han Bing looked at Coach Pang with innocent eyes: I haven't taught me
No one taught me this, I practiced it myself. Xie Guangming took the ball and smashed it into the basket. Of course, the jumping location was at the foot of the railing. There was no way. As the small forward who should be dunking, he actually had a bounce of only 50 cm. If it weren't for the tricks that even Wang Chi was shocked, he would have been kicked out of the team long ago by them.
This is also OK? The Korean soldier said in surprise, wasn’t he just jumped up and smashed the ball into it?
I can, I can, I didn't, but now I'll see it.
Wei Yong rolled his eyes at Xie Guangming, this good man, you won’t play a few dribbling balls under your crotch before smashing them in.
Then, I'm here. The Korean soldiers took the ball, helped a few steps, then pushed the ground hard, lifted up, jumped, no slam dunk, no slam dunk, no slam dunk, no swagger
The Korean soldiers were like a big gecko sticking to the railing, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly
OK, so terrible
What a terrible person,
What a terrible jumping power, everyone in the audience looked at the Korean soldiers in amazement
Big brother, your basketball A child ran into the court with a basketball panting. He was the youngest son of the owner of the convenience store in Jiangnan open-air basketball court. The convenience store was at the top of the east head of the basketball court. The Korean soldiers and their basketball practice were also at the east head of the basketball court. In other words, the Korean soldiers smashed the ball out from above the railing.
The flat Han Bing fell softly from the railing. Wei Yong looked at Han Bing's flat nose and said sincerely: The jump distance is too close.
Yes, yes, your jumping distance is too close. Jiang Wenjun also said sincerely: You should be there. He pointed to the free throw line, shook his head, denying himself, and pointed to the top of the free throw circle and said: There, where is the jumping right
Is that true? Han Bing looked at the two people in confusion, ready to try again
Enough Coach Pang shouted loudly, he looked at the Han soldiers in pain, and said word by word: I am dead, too
Everyone looked at Coach Pang in surprise. What does it mean?
This is what everyone wants to ask
Space disorder syndrome Coach Pang said in grief
What kind of spatial disorder syndrome? Someone asked
Legend... Coach Pang showed his desolate eyes
Legend has it that there is a terminal illness called "Space Disorder Syndrome". If you get it, it is more cancerous than cancer and more AIDS. It will not kill people, hurt people, or even affect ordinary people. But for an athlete with excellent talent, it is more terrible than terminal illness, because it makes a person lose his sense of position when facing something.
Something? Wei Yong showed a strange expression
Something is just not sure what it is. It is countless numbness for some people, but it is white clouds in the sky, and it is red persimmons on the yellow dining table. I remember a famous long-distance runner who had horizontal line syndrome. His speed was far superior to others, but he could not sprint because he lost his direction when he saw the white sprint line. Once he stopped one meter away from the finish line, because he thought he had run through the finish line. Later, alas... Coach Pang showed a terrible look
He later committed suicide? This time it was Wang Chi asked
Coach Pang shook his head and sighed and said: He practiced sprinting later because there was no sprinting line.
Everyone fell to the ground, and Xie Guangming struggled to get up and asked: Who is he?
Coach Pang said: He is Carl, Carl Lewis, a 100-meter sport! Haven't you heard of it?
Xie Guangming fell again and spit out a mouthful of blood
Jiang Wenjun stood up and said to Coach Pang: Coach, can you let me get that space disorder syndrome? I finally understand that the so-called space disorder is purely ignoring space.
Coach Pang shook his head and said: It is impossible to get it; it is impossible to treat it; it is even more impossible to have both.
What should I do with coach? Han Bing asked anxiously
Coach Pang thought about it, threw a ball at the railing and said: Catch that ball
The Korean soldier jumped high and caught the ball steadily
Fortunately, Coach Pang patted his chest, and finally something was a railing for the Korean soldier, not a basketball, otherwise he would have to change his career and become a sprint coach. Wouldn't it be a waste of money?
How about it? Everyone looked at Coach Pang eagerly
There is not much impact. In the future, the Korean soldiers only need to be responsible for grabbing the railing, defending, blocking, stealing, grabbing the position, and passing the ball. Don't participate in the others. Coach Pang said it very easily, just like saying that cabbage costs 50 cents per pound of tricent or not, but others looked at the Korean soldiers with great sympathy, saying that it was so complicated, and said straight: Han soldiers, you can be a blue-collar coolie in the future.
1,2,3,4; 2,2,3,4; 3,2,3,4; 4,2,3,4... Jiang Wenjun was doing soft gymnastics with extremely elegant movements, and Han Bing was following him in a clumsy manner.
Jiang Wenjun looked at the happy four-player team on the court with sad eyes, and couldn't help but feel resentment. Why is his coordination ability so strong, why is his soft gymnastics so standard, why, alas, why do he show off so much? Seeing a few girls in the distance looking at him. When the coach asked who would demonstrate soft gymnastics, he actually raised his hand. So, right? The task of teaching the Korean soldiers was unavoidable.
Wait, that seems to be He Ling, ah, my dream lover
She saw me,
She saw me,
She was attracted to me,
She was attracted by my soft gymnastics,
She came to me,
She came to me,
She walked straight towards me,
Jiang Wenjun's little heart was jumping, watching He Ling walk towards him step by step
Red, she was wearing a red dress, her gait was light, her figure was beautiful, she was dignified and generous, and her expression was gratifying. Jiang Wenjun felt that she was about to faint, and each movement was so powerful.
Bingbing, is it you? He Ling stood, as calm as water
Bingbing? Why did she call me Bingbing? Jiang Wenjun thought in confusion
He Ling, He Ling, He Ling... Han Bing responded thousands of times in his heart, but the corners of his mouth twitched without making any sound. He wanted to shout, but something blocked his throat, making him unable to say a word
Are you... OK? He Ling seemed to hear what he said in his heart and asked him gently
I'm OK, I'm OK, I'm really OK... Han Bing's stupid hands are still posing in a soft gymnastic posture, but he can't make a sound in his throat.
My father got drunk last night. After he came back from your house, he drank a lot of alcohol, so that he didn't set up a stall this morning. I knew he was very happy, and I was happy that I could get rid of those nightmares and entangled nights... He Ling's voice was choked
It's okay, I'm really okay, I've never blamed you. Han Bing finally said what he wanted to say
No, I won't forgive myself. He Ling's tears rolled down, which made Jiang Wenjun feel heartbroken
Dad said, you are a genius who practices basketball, I am very happy, so I will take a look. He Ling explained that a layer of blush was applied to her face.
No, no, Coach Pang said I had some space disorder syndrome, which was a terminal illness. Han Bing suddenly found that He Ling's face became so pale, and realized that he had said the wrong thing. He hurriedly explained: It's okay, Coach Pang said that I can still play basketball, grab the railing, dribble, and shoot the ball... Han Bing didn't remember so many basketball terms, so he said it in a piecemeal.
He Ling smiled and said: Where are so many messes? You have to know that I am from the basketball school team, don’t think so much to call me.
Are you from the school team? Then I can learn the ball from you in the future. Han Bing quietly looked at Coach Pang on the field, stuck out his tongue, and grimaced and said, "
Well, we're on holiday tomorrow. I'll come to your house and ask you to practice football. He Ling said
I'll come to you, go to the court and your house will go along. Han Bing said happily
OK, then I will wait for you tomorrow morning. He Ling waved to the Korean soldiers and said he would see you tomorrow
Jiang Wenjun was in a state of dismay and grabbed her
Only then did the Han Bing realize that there was a transparent man who was so sad that he was about to die.
Otherwise, you will come together tomorrow? Han Bing then brought him back to his soul, and immediately regained his anger, and continued to do soft gymnastics with a strong force.
Is it a free shooting training? Wei Yong asked while throwing the ball to Coach Pang
Seeing Coach Pang nodding and returning the ball to him, Wei Yong made a three-step layup. No, he jumped up and turned around in the air, smashing the basketball into the basket.
Ah, turn around and dunk! Brothers who broke the basket in other places exclaimed
Since Wei Yong took the lead, the others are not polite. Wang Xiaolong went up and saw a big windmill dunk, which shocked a pool of gulls and herons.
Jiang Wenjun sneered, he still has to look at him for being handsome
He took Coach Pang's ball and seemed to have not kicked the ground. He jumped up from the center of the free throw circle, drew an arc in the air and poured the ball into the basket.
Very strong air stagnation force,
What a chic action, this is a different evaluation and reaction between a boy and a girl on the same action, and it also truly reflects the difference between men and women. This truth that has been confirmed countless times since ancient times.
This is so complicated. Han Bing looked at Wang Chi's several tricks before gently hitting the basketball with a hook layup. He sighed after he saw Wang Chi's slut in.
It's your turn. Wei Yong said coldly to Han Bing.
Ah, it's my turn? Han Bing looked at Coach Pang with innocent eyes: I haven't taught me
No one taught me this, I practiced it myself. Xie Guangming took the ball and smashed it into the basket. Of course, the jumping location was at the foot of the railing. There was no way. As the small forward who should be dunking, he actually had a bounce of only 50 cm. If it weren't for the tricks that even Wang Chi was shocked, he would have been kicked out of the team long ago by them.
This is also OK? The Korean soldier said in surprise, wasn’t he just jumped up and smashed the ball into it?
I can, I can, I didn't, but now I'll see it.
Wei Yong rolled his eyes at Xie Guangming, this good man, you won’t play a few dribbling balls under your crotch before smashing them in.
Then, I'm here. The Korean soldiers took the ball, helped a few steps, then pushed the ground hard, lifted up, jumped, no slam dunk, no slam dunk, no slam dunk, no swagger
The Korean soldiers were like a big gecko sticking to the railing, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly
OK, so terrible
What a terrible person,
What a terrible jumping power, everyone in the audience looked at the Korean soldiers in amazement
Big brother, your basketball A child ran into the court with a basketball panting. He was the youngest son of the owner of the convenience store in Jiangnan open-air basketball court. The convenience store was at the top of the east head of the basketball court. The Korean soldiers and their basketball practice were also at the east head of the basketball court. In other words, the Korean soldiers smashed the ball out from above the railing.
The flat Han Bing fell softly from the railing. Wei Yong looked at Han Bing's flat nose and said sincerely: The jump distance is too close.
Yes, yes, your jumping distance is too close. Jiang Wenjun also said sincerely: You should be there. He pointed to the free throw line, shook his head, denying himself, and pointed to the top of the free throw circle and said: There, where is the jumping right
Is that true? Han Bing looked at the two people in confusion, ready to try again
Enough Coach Pang shouted loudly, he looked at the Han soldiers in pain, and said word by word: I am dead, too
Everyone looked at Coach Pang in surprise. What does it mean?
This is what everyone wants to ask
Space disorder syndrome Coach Pang said in grief
What kind of spatial disorder syndrome? Someone asked
Legend... Coach Pang showed his desolate eyes
Legend has it that there is a terminal illness called "Space Disorder Syndrome". If you get it, it is more cancerous than cancer and more AIDS. It will not kill people, hurt people, or even affect ordinary people. But for an athlete with excellent talent, it is more terrible than terminal illness, because it makes a person lose his sense of position when facing something.
Something? Wei Yong showed a strange expression
Something is just not sure what it is. It is countless numbness for some people, but it is white clouds in the sky, and it is red persimmons on the yellow dining table. I remember a famous long-distance runner who had horizontal line syndrome. His speed was far superior to others, but he could not sprint because he lost his direction when he saw the white sprint line. Once he stopped one meter away from the finish line, because he thought he had run through the finish line. Later, alas... Coach Pang showed a terrible look
He later committed suicide? This time it was Wang Chi asked
Coach Pang shook his head and sighed and said: He practiced sprinting later because there was no sprinting line.
Everyone fell to the ground, and Xie Guangming struggled to get up and asked: Who is he?
Coach Pang said: He is Carl, Carl Lewis, a 100-meter sport! Haven't you heard of it?
Xie Guangming fell again and spit out a mouthful of blood
Jiang Wenjun stood up and said to Coach Pang: Coach, can you let me get that space disorder syndrome? I finally understand that the so-called space disorder is purely ignoring space.
Coach Pang shook his head and said: It is impossible to get it; it is impossible to treat it; it is even more impossible to have both.
What should I do with coach? Han Bing asked anxiously
Coach Pang thought about it, threw a ball at the railing and said: Catch that ball
The Korean soldier jumped high and caught the ball steadily
Fortunately, Coach Pang patted his chest, and finally something was a railing for the Korean soldier, not a basketball, otherwise he would have to change his career and become a sprint coach. Wouldn't it be a waste of money?
How about it? Everyone looked at Coach Pang eagerly
There is not much impact. In the future, the Korean soldiers only need to be responsible for grabbing the railing, defending, blocking, stealing, grabbing the position, and passing the ball. Don't participate in the others. Coach Pang said it very easily, just like saying that cabbage costs 50 cents per pound of tricent or not, but others looked at the Korean soldiers with great sympathy, saying that it was so complicated, and said straight: Han soldiers, you can be a blue-collar coolie in the future.
1,2,3,4; 2,2,3,4; 3,2,3,4; 4,2,3,4... Jiang Wenjun was doing soft gymnastics with extremely elegant movements, and Han Bing was following him in a clumsy manner.
Jiang Wenjun looked at the happy four-player team on the court with sad eyes, and couldn't help but feel resentment. Why is his coordination ability so strong, why is his soft gymnastics so standard, why, alas, why do he show off so much? Seeing a few girls in the distance looking at him. When the coach asked who would demonstrate soft gymnastics, he actually raised his hand. So, right? The task of teaching the Korean soldiers was unavoidable.
Wait, that seems to be He Ling, ah, my dream lover
She saw me,
She saw me,
She was attracted to me,
She was attracted by my soft gymnastics,
She came to me,
She came to me,
She walked straight towards me,
Jiang Wenjun's little heart was jumping, watching He Ling walk towards him step by step
Red, she was wearing a red dress, her gait was light, her figure was beautiful, she was dignified and generous, and her expression was gratifying. Jiang Wenjun felt that she was about to faint, and each movement was so powerful.
Bingbing, is it you? He Ling stood, as calm as water
Bingbing? Why did she call me Bingbing? Jiang Wenjun thought in confusion
He Ling, He Ling, He Ling... Han Bing responded thousands of times in his heart, but the corners of his mouth twitched without making any sound. He wanted to shout, but something blocked his throat, making him unable to say a word
Are you... OK? He Ling seemed to hear what he said in his heart and asked him gently
I'm OK, I'm OK, I'm really OK... Han Bing's stupid hands are still posing in a soft gymnastic posture, but he can't make a sound in his throat.
My father got drunk last night. After he came back from your house, he drank a lot of alcohol, so that he didn't set up a stall this morning. I knew he was very happy, and I was happy that I could get rid of those nightmares and entangled nights... He Ling's voice was choked
It's okay, I'm really okay, I've never blamed you. Han Bing finally said what he wanted to say
No, I won't forgive myself. He Ling's tears rolled down, which made Jiang Wenjun feel heartbroken
Dad said, you are a genius who practices basketball, I am very happy, so I will take a look. He Ling explained that a layer of blush was applied to her face.
No, no, Coach Pang said I had some space disorder syndrome, which was a terminal illness. Han Bing suddenly found that He Ling's face became so pale, and realized that he had said the wrong thing. He hurriedly explained: It's okay, Coach Pang said that I can still play basketball, grab the railing, dribble, and shoot the ball... Han Bing didn't remember so many basketball terms, so he said it in a piecemeal.
He Ling smiled and said: Where are so many messes? You have to know that I am from the basketball school team, don’t think so much to call me.
Are you from the school team? Then I can learn the ball from you in the future. Han Bing quietly looked at Coach Pang on the field, stuck out his tongue, and grimaced and said, "
Well, we're on holiday tomorrow. I'll come to your house and ask you to practice football. He Ling said
I'll come to you, go to the court and your house will go along. Han Bing said happily
OK, then I will wait for you tomorrow morning. He Ling waved to the Korean soldiers and said he would see you tomorrow
Jiang Wenjun was in a state of dismay and grabbed her
Only then did the Han Bing realize that there was a transparent man who was so sad that he was about to die.
Otherwise, you will come together tomorrow? Han Bing then brought him back to his soul, and immediately regained his anger, and continued to do soft gymnastics with a strong force.
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