Nie Chuan blinked his eyes: "I don't think I have such a high ability!"

"You really didn't. Although your center of gravity can be lower than others, your lower body is unstable and you can be easily knocked over. Although your dribbling is agile, it is not a real basketball game. Even if you dribble past an opponent once, there will be other opponents to meet you. Even if you pass, you still have to watch your back. And your dribbling skills are not as diverse as Connor's. Although you dribbled past Montenegro, Montenegro represents the team's air superiority. If it was me and Ewing, you would not even think about passing us. Including Carlo."

In other words, the big Black Mountain is actually the easiest to pass?

"Your scoring skills have become hopeless in a short period of time."

Reese once again hit Nie Chuan's sore spot.

If he was beyond help, what did Reese want to do now?

"So before Coach Gordon comes back, there are two things you need to do. The first is to dribble the ball. The second is to defend and intercept. Leave the scoring to others."

So... is this a position where you have to bend your head and be a slave to others? Willing to make wedding clothes for others...

"Are you and Connor still in touch?"

"Yes, he said he would teach me some dribbling moves through the Internet every day."

"What did he teach you today?"

"Mylou cross-dribble."

Reese raised his hand and looked at his watch: "With your ability, you should be able to get familiar with it within an hour."

After that, Reese brought a chair from the sidelines and placed it in the middle of the half court. "You can use it to practice dribbling past the defense."

"Ah? Use a chair?"

"Because the chair can help you keep your dribbling in a straight line. You have to keep your dribbling in a straight line when playing basketball. Connor should have told you that. Dribbling past an opponent is like using a key to open a lock set by a defender. From your shoulders to your hips, that's the defender's door." Reese lowered his center of gravity, dribbled the ball rhythmically, shook his shoulders, and then gestured at the height of his shoulders, "Do you understand?"

"I think... I understand..."

I actually don’t understand it at all!

But no matter what, Nie Chuan felt fortunate to have a quiet place to practice.

Reese didn't care about Nie Chuan anymore and went to the other half of the court to start practicing shooting.

His shooting movement was very elegant, and the moment the ball was pushed out, it was like a planet slowly emerging from the dust.

"bump--"

The sound of the ball going into the basket was very pleasant.

Nie Chuan stopped dribbling the ball and looked at Reese's back stupidly.

Even though Reese had his back to Nie Chuan, he seemed to know what he was doing.

"There are still fifty-five minutes left. If you don't make any progress, you will have to walk back to school by yourself tonight."

A basin of cold water was poured down on him, and in order not to be distracted, Nie Chuan had to turn his back.

His goal today was to perfect Alstom's one-sided change of direction, which required dribbling with the same hand and passing through the same leg.

Connor did it very naturally and harmoniously in the video, but I always felt awkward. Either I dropped the ball or I hit my knees. This reminded Nie Chuan of how he stood out with his hands and feet together during the military training for high school entrance, and his classmates laughed at him.

Nie Chuan took a breath and cleared his mind. Connor said that the key to this action is to never forget the supporting role of the right leg. When the ball passes between the legs, the hand should pay attention to accelerating the ball and making it turn. For Nie Chuan, changing direction left and right, front and back is not difficult, but this same-side change of direction makes him more and more irritated.

Even if he managed to do it, it would be very difficult and he would definitely be killed instantly.

"Your wrist should be turned inwards, otherwise how can you make the ball turn? And at the end, your wrist should continue to be turned inwards, otherwise you will continue to drop the ball."

Reese's voice was clear and loud in this empty basketball court.

Nie Chuan turned around and looked at the other person.

Has he been looking at himself for a long time?

"Don't understand?" Reese asked back.

Nie Chuan shook his head and decided to answer honestly: "I don't understand."

Reese sighed, came in front of Nie Chuan, and made a unilateral change of direction in front of Nie Chuan.

His speed was not fast, his purpose was to let Nie Chuan see clearly. He had a unique sense of rhythm when dribbling, a combination of strength, tension and calmness.

Nie Chuan watched how his hand moved sideways to accelerate the basketball, and how he retrieved the ball steadily. This gave Nie Chuan an inexplicable desire. He wanted to be Reece Reddington.

Want to dribble like him, keep his rhythm, do the things he does.

"Do you understand?" Reese paused.

Nie Chuan understood it, but he felt it was a pity and wanted to watch it again.

Reese exhaled helplessly, came to Nie Chuan's side, and pressed Nie Chuan's shoulders to help him stabilize his center of gravity.

"Remember, keep your head up. Look at your opponent and what he's doing, not your ball."

"Um."

Reese's hand covered the back of Nie Chuan's hand. At that moment, Nie Chuan was extremely nervous, as if he had been electrocuted. He wanted to retract his hand but froze there.

Reese lowered his upper body and turned his wrist with Nie Chuan, while his breath and his voice lingered in Nie Chuan's ears: "When you dribble the ball, remember this feeling too."

"Um."

Reese left Nie Chuan, came to the opposite side of him, and clapped his hands at him: "Okay! Do it again! Now you are not going to pass that chair! You are going to pass me! Keep your pace!"

Nie Chuan lowered his center of gravity, while Reese clapped his hands to create rhythm for Nie Chuan.

Nie Chuan dribbled forward with his right leg, and the ball passed through naturally following the sound of Reese's clapping. Nie Chuan's palm seemed to be still being led by Reese, with his wrist turned inward. He could clearly feel the ball spinning, passing around his legs, and being caught steadily by his hand on the same side.

He never lowered his head from beginning to end, but looked into Reese's eyes. There was a power in those eyes that made him inexplicably sober and calm.

It was obvious that in the past, Reese Reddington only brought him a sense of oppression.

"Don't stop! Keep going!"

Reese clapped his hands and stepped back, leaving Nie Chuan space to dribble the ball.

Nie Chuan kept repeating the unilateral change of direction, approaching Reese and bypassing Reese.

Reese's clapping became faster and faster, and Nie Chuan's dribbling became more and more skillful.

But when Reese's high-fives stopped, Nie Chuan's muscles could finally relax. He gasped and adjusted his breathing.

"You have poor endurance and lack of muscle explosiveness. Putting aside your scoring ability, Coach Gordon can see these two points at a glance."

“…What should we do then?”

"What else can you do? Let your highlights outweigh your flaws."

Reese lowered his center of gravity and looked at Nie Chuan. His eyes were sharp and cold, as if he wanted to freeze the entire space.

The feeling that made Nie Chuan feel at ease before instantly turned into a feeling of oppression.

"Dribble past me," Reese said. "Your opponent can't always be a chair. Actual combat can make you more sensitive."

But Reese's sparring standard is too high...

"Focus, Nie Chuan. I'm just a door, and you have to find the right way to open it."

Nie Chuan's chaotic mood calmed down. He looked into Reese's eyes and dribbled forward. The more than an hour of practice before had improved Nie Chuan's body flexibility.

The amplitude of his shoulder shaking became larger and more natural, but Reese's reaction was extremely sharp. Even if Nie Chuan shook him for half a second, he would adjust his center of gravity at a faster speed and follow Nie Chuan closely. Nie Chuan gradually became anxious and stuck to Reese, trying to change direction, but Reese held him tightly and he could not change direction.

Nie Chuan's ball was easily intercepted by Reese.

"You're good at dribbling, and your change of direction is very deceptive. But Nie Chuan, don't easily compete with your opponent in strength. Try to avoid physical contact and adjust your pace. That's your advantage. Don't use your disadvantage to compete with your opponent's advantage. It's like positioning under the basket. No matter how hard you try, you may never be able to beat me in this life. Do you understand?"

Reese's voice was calm, but powerful.

Nie Chuan felt that if he made the same mistake again, Reese might crush his bones.

"Are you afraid of me?" Reese raised his eyebrows, and Nie Chuan's heart almost broke.

"no……"

It would be strange if it wasn’t!

"Don't think about how to deceive me, but think about how to get through me. When you get through me, you won't find me scary anymore. I'm just a door you opened. Remember your rhythm, and try again!" Reese clapped his hands.

The feeling of oppression came over me again.

Don't be fooled by the fact that Reese is slightly shorter than Montenegro and his defensive radius seems to be narrower than Montenegro, but his keenness in judging the opponent's movements is far greater than that of Montenegro. No matter how Nie Chuan changes direction or breaks through, Reese follows him like a shadow.

Sweat dripped from Nie Chuan's forehead. Nie Chuan said to himself, I need to go faster! Faster!

He looked into Reese's eyes, and it was as if the whole world had been peeled away and he really had become the door he had to go through.

Nie Chuan suddenly accelerated and stopped abruptly. Reese was pressing forward. Nie Chuan suddenly accelerated, changed direction twice and dribbled the ball behind his back. After turning around, he knew that Reese would catch up soon. Before his body could catch up with his brain, he made another abrupt stop, followed by a unilateral change of direction and broke through!

The squeaking sound of sneakers rubbing against the ground is particularly loud.

Nie Chuan felt as if the blood was suddenly released from his brain and rushed to his fingertips and the soles of his feet. The power seemed to be bursting between his limbs.

When he dribbled towards the basket, he clearly heard Reese's footsteps catching up. Nie Chuan passed the ball to his left hand, shook his shoulder, and shifted his center of gravity. Just when Reese intercepted the ball, he followed the center of gravity, changed direction with a forward cross step, shook off Reese again, and dribbled the ball for a layup!

"bump--"

His ball was knocked away, and it fell to the ground and bounced violently, which showed that Reese's strength was definitely not small.

The blood in Nie Chuan's body, which had been stagnant, began to flow again.

He turned around blankly and looked at Reese.

He failed again?

Nie Chuan suddenly felt deeply aggrieved.

He had obviously gotten past Reese twice! He had actually gotten past Reese! How on earth did Reese catch up with him?

Even though Reese dunked on him the first time, and even though Montenegro blocked him three times in a row last time, he didn't feel so aggrieved. Why?