It’s over, so abstract… I can’t understand…

"Your elbow should be naturally extended forward and upward. Also, don't let your palm touch the ball! The real force comes from your thumb, index finger, and middle finger." Reese looked into Nie Chuan's eyes and grabbed all of Nie Chuan's attention.

"Yeah!" Nie Chuan nodded.

"Pay attention to my movements after I jump."

Ewing jumped up. His legs were very powerful and his posture in the air was very graceful and harmonious. The moment the ball was passed, Nie Chuan knew it would go in.

"see it?"

"I see!" Nie Chuan nodded vigorously.

"After you shoot the ball, your arm should naturally be straight up with your fingertips pointed toward the basket you're aiming for."

"Um."

"You try it." Ewing threw the ball to Nie Chuan.

Nie Chuan suddenly became nervous. He took the posture of preparation as Ewing had taught him.

"Yes, very standard. Pay attention to your strength, Nie Chuan."

Nie Chuan jumped up and sent the ball out. The line of the ball was smoother than any of Nie Chuan's previous shots, but unfortunately it still hit the basket.

"It's okay! It's okay! Your posture in the air just now was very good!" Carlo came over to comfort her.

Ewing stood on tiptoe, pressed Carlo's face and pushed him away: "No matter how good your posture is in the air, it's useless. Alan, remember what I told you? Pay attention to the way you exert force. Especially your arms."

"I...can't understand the way you're talking about exerting force." Nie Chuan could only confess.

He waited for Ewing to scold him, but Ewing didn't. He patted Nie Chuan on the shoulder and said, "I was like this before. No matter how many times the coach taught me, my body couldn't understand. But Nie Chuan, if you succeed once, you must remember that feeling. When your body remembers it, you will be able to shoot as you wish."

"Um."

Yu Yin's considerate attitude once again refreshed his favorability in Nie Chuan's heart.

Today's practice ended half an hour before dinner. The four of them met Zhou Bin at the Asian restaurant and had a sumptuous Chinese meal.

Nie Chuan was surprised to find that Carlo, who kept trying to poke the meatball with chopsticks but failed repeatedly, was really funny. Ewing was a big eater. He could eat three bowls of fried rice and one bowl of fried noodles and then complained that the spoons provided by the restaurant were too small and were simply for feeding children. As for Heishan, although he spoke very little, he was indeed a very careful person. For example, he had long expected that Carlo would poke the meatball into his body, and reminded him in advance to put a napkin on his legs. For example, when Ewing was happily eating fried rice and his plate was getting closer and closer to the edge of the table, he would reach out and push Ewing's plate back to the table.

"I think they will make you very happy." Zhou Bin said with a smile.

“…I think so…”

Carlo raised his head in dissatisfaction and said, "Alan and Bin, you are not allowed to speak Chinese in front of us from now on!"

"Why?"

Ewing curled his lips and replied: "Because this idiot is worried that you will say he is stupid in Chinese."

Nie Chuan and Zhou Bin couldn't help but laugh out loud.

After dinner, Ewing took Montenegro to study, and Carlo also said that he had to prepare for tomorrow's class. Although they were all members of the DK University basketball team, their most important identity was still college students. If their course performance was too bad, they would not be able to participate in the basketball league.

"What about you, Nie Chuan? Are you going back to the dormitory to play games or to the library to read?" Zhou Bin said with a smile, "I have to go and accompany my girlfriend."

"You are such a traitor!"

"I have been very loyal! In order to see clearly who you are dating, I gave up the opportunity to be with my girlfriend and stay with you. Seeing that Carlo and the others are good people, I can finally hand you over to them with confidence!" Zhou Bin had a melancholy expression as if "my son has finally grown up."

What the hell is this!

Nie Chuan did not go to the library or return to the dormitory, but took the basketball back to the school's public basketball court.

There weren't many people still playing basketball at this time, so Nie Chuan could practice with peace of mind.

He shot the ball over and over again the way Ewing had taught him, and most of the time the ball just hit the basket.

"The way to exert force, the way to exert force..."

Nie Chuan kept emphasizing what Ewing said to him at the end, but he could never really understand it.

Before I knew it, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening, and Zhou Bin must have finished his self-study.

Nie Chuan also felt tired at this time. He shook his arms and came to his backpack where the basketball was, only to find that he had finished his mineral water.

He sighed in frustration. He had tried so many times, and although he occasionally made a few hits, Nie Chuan still couldn't find the shooting feel that would make his body remember.

"Mineral water or chocolate?"

The slightly cool sound blends with the cold lights of the basketball court.

Nie Chuan turned sideways and saw a tall figure walking towards him with a bag on one shoulder.

The other person was standing against the light, so Nie Chuan couldn't see his face clearly, but just from the way he walked, he could tell who the other person was.

"Reese?"

When Reese's figure completely appeared under the light, Nie Chuan couldn't help but be stunned.

Today, Reese was wearing a striped shirt, a thin cardigan, and jeans that had been washed to a pale color. He looked elegant and was indeed worthy of being a talented student in the mathematics department.

The pair of super long legs made Nie Chuan, who was filled with envy and jealousy, turn his head away: "I want both. Do you have one?"

Reese stood not far from Nie Chuan and threw a bottle of mineral water over, and Nie Chuan caught it steadily.

Just when Nie Chuan was proud of receiving Reese's "pass", a bar of chocolate hit his head.

"Ouch! Could you have said something before you threw it over?" Nie Chuan was very dissatisfied, but he knew that his dissatisfaction was meaningless to Reese.

"If you can't catch it, don't eat it."

See, it’s true.

"Your shooting posture in the air is OK, but you need to pay attention to the arc of the basketball and the way your fingers move. In addition, the shoulders are also very important."

Reese took the basketball from Nie Chuan, and he jumped up and shot without any preparation, which shocked Nie Chuan.

Under the bright light, only Reese's flying figure was left.

His air time is longer than that of most people, which also allows him to shoot more slowly than Ewing.

Nie Chuan looked at the angle formed by Reese's wrist and the ball, and at that moment, Nie Chuan seemed to hear the sound of the basketball rubbing against the air, and then it fell into the center of the basket and went in easily.

"And rhythm. Every shooter has his own rhythm."

"Yeah." Nie Chuan nodded.

Reese came to Nie Chuan and said to him, "Stand on the chair."

Although Nie Chuan didn't know what to do, he did it anyway.

But Reese half-knelt on one knee in front of Nie Chuan. At that moment, Nie Chuan's heart was about to burst out of his throat.

This... this looks like a marriage proposal scene in a movie!

"Step on it. Just keep your balance and don't use any force."

Nie Chuan was dumbfounded. Reese actually asked him to step on him? How could he dare?

"Ah... my shoes are dirty."

"It doesn't matter."

"I... I'm quite heavy, you can't support me..."

Reese raised his eyebrows towards Nie Chuan, with a chill in his eyes that Nie Chuan was familiar with.

The phrase "You can't support me" seemed to have become a statement of contempt for Reese.

But no matter how strong Reese was, he couldn't hold him up with just his bare hands, right?

"Come up." Reese's voice dropped an octave.

Nie Chuan wondered if he would be beaten if he continued to refuse, so he resigned himself to his fate and stepped on it.

When his left foot stepped on Reese, he didn't dare to use any force until Reese's cold voice sounded again: "Hurry up!"

Nie Chuan hurriedly stepped on it with both feet, and the palms under his feet suddenly lifted him up. Nie Chuan felt a force transmitted from the soles of his feet to his knees, and then to his waist along the spine to his head. He seemed to be floating in the air, but he was not prepared at all and lost his balance when he fell.

At that moment, a pair of hands suddenly supported his lower back, and then held him firmly.

When Nie Chuan reacted, his eyes met Reese's eyes. They were too close, and Nie Chuan could clearly feel Reese's warm breath.

My heart seemed to suddenly rush up to the sky, but the process of falling down seemed so long.

Reese's arms were wrapped around Nie Chuan's lower back. Nie Chuan had never experienced such a hug even when he was a child.

Nie Chuan wanted to stand up, but he found that his toes could not touch the ground.

"I...you can put me down now..."

Reese loosened his arms, and Nie Chuan finally landed on the ground.

"Do you remember the transmission of power at that moment? If not, close your eyes and recall it carefully."

Nie Chuan swallowed his saliva, and finally understood Reese's intention.

He closed his eyes and recalled the feeling of being lifted up.

"Nie Chuan, the point is not about being lifted up by me, but about how my power reaches your spine and even imagine how it affects your arms when you shoot."

Reese half squatted down, and when his palm touched Nie Chuan's calf, Nie Chuan's breathing was choked.

"The power starts in your calf muscles, which are the most important initiation, the push-off. That's the 'one.'"

Reese's fingers moved along Nie Chuan's back knee and thigh, and upwards. All the blood in Nie Chuan's body rushed to the place where Reese's fingertips touched, and he didn't even dare to breathe.