"When your strength reaches your waist and continues up your spine, your arm is ready to shoot, and that's 'two.'"

"Um."

"Then, you throw the ball. Imagine the arc of the ball's flight, and the distance from your fingertips to the basket. The parabola is a net force that can be broken down into a vertical upward force and a horizontal forward force. Do you understand this?"

"Yes." Nie Chuan nodded.

"The force of your upper arm determines the height of the basketball, and your forearm determines its horizontal force forward. When you stand at different distances from the basket, your upper arm and forearm must cooperate to achieve the most perfect arc of the goal."

Reese dribbled to the basket, started shooting from the scrimmage line, and stepped back until he was outside the three-point line.

Nie Chuan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, Reese is really amazing!

"Nie Chuan, there may really be many geniuses in this world who have extraordinary physical fitness and coordination. Even if they are geniuses, they need to shoot countless times to gain experience so that they can shoot no matter where they stand."

"Compared to you and Ewing, who is a better shooter?" Nie Chuan asked subconsciously.

After asking this question, Nie Chuan suddenly felt that he had no brain.

This question... there is only one answer for Reese, that is, the tall, handsome and cool Reese is better than Ewing!

"Ewing, of course."

"ha?"

The answer was completely beyond Nie Chuan's imagination.

"If we had made it to the Final Four last year, Ewing would have been the MVP. But unfortunately we didn't."

Even with such a powerful Reese, DK didn't make it to the semi-finals. This made Nie Chuan couldn't help but imagine how many masters there were in the league.

"And when it comes to three-point shooting, Ewing practices at least three times as much as I do. There's a saying in China, 'God rewards hard work,' which probably refers to people like Ewing."

Reese took a step back and scored another easy goal.

Nie Chuan suddenly realized that Reese's sharpness was not arrogance. On the contrary, he would be very humble when facing hardworking people.

"Okay, throw a few more balls while the lights are on. Remember that rhythm."

"Yeah! I got it!"

Nie Chuan held the ball and silently counted "one-two-three!" in his mind.

He jumped into the air and sent the ball out.

The basketball drew an arc along Nie Chuan's line of sight and fell steadily into the basket.

Nie Chuan was still immersed in the feeling of that goal, and Reese threw the ball back to him: "Follow this feeling, do it again!"

Nie Chuan received the ball, jumped on the spot, and shot another ball into the basket.

"Very good, remember this feeling, this way of exerting force. On the real court, your opponent will not give you any time to prepare, and you can't concentrate on shooting like you are now. So you must let your body form a natural reaction to shooting, from pushing off the ground to the power must be done in one go, without hesitation. This is a whole."

Nie Chuan received the ball, jumped again, and the ball went into the basket again.

"Nie Chuan, there is no such thing as a 100% hit rate on the basketball court. Even 35% is already very high. But you don't need to feel burdened when shooting, because even if the ball hits the rim, there are still Montenegro and Carlo under the basket. Their rebounding ability is very strong."

"clear……"

At the moment when Nie Chuan jumped, Reese suddenly rushed in front of Nie Chuan, jumped high, and easily blocked Nie Chuan's ball with his palm.

Nie Chuan was so shocked that he was about to fall backwards, but Reese grabbed his wrist and pulled him back.

Nie Chuan's heart was about to jump out of his chest, and all the shooting rhythms were instantly thrown behind his mind.

"You look terrified, but this is a common occurrence on the court." Reese let go of Nie Chuan's wrist, "If a block can make you lose your composure, you will lose the entire game."

Reese saw through Nie Chuan's mentality completely.

"If you are blocked, you must immediately get on the defensive. Don't forget that you are the organizer and connector of defense and offense. Quickly return to defense, cut off the person who intercepted you again, and reverse the situation."

There was a calm composure in Reese's voice.

"Um."

"But if you haven't been blocked yet, assuming you react quickly enough, you still have two options." Reese pointed his finger, "First, pass the ball to a teammate who is in a better scoring position than you. Second, shoot again. But this time the shot must be faster than the last one."

Nie Chuan nodded. But he knew very well that the second option was based on the rhythm and feel of shooting being fully integrated into the muscles and bones.

"Come again, and see if you can get back to your original rhythm after being interrupted by me."

Nie Chuan took a breath, counted silently in his mind, jumped, exerted the strength of his upper arms, coordinated his forearms, passed the ball between his fingers, and entered the basket again.

At that moment, the lights in the entire stadium dimmed.

"Pick up the ball and go back to the dormitory." Reese's voice became the only presence on the court.

Nie Chuan packed his backpack and followed Reese out of the stadium.

The two walked in silence.

Nie Chuan once again enjoyed the special treatment of being sent back to the dormitory by Reese.

When he turned around to say "thank you" to Reese, Reese had already walked away.

When he returned to the dormitory, Nie Chuan saw Zhou Bin sitting on the bed and talking on the phone with his girlfriend, with a bright and cheerful face. Nie Chuan threw the pillow directly on his face and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

As the water flowed down his body from above his head, Nie Chuan suddenly thought of Reese's hands.

How he lifted himself up, how his palms felt the warmth of his legs, how his fingertips traced up his spine.

Time seemed to flow backwards, and Nie Chuan's mind was filled with Reese's hands.

"……depressed……"

After Nie Chuan finished washing, he returned to bed, rolled up his quilt and went to sleep.

Zhou Bin, who was lying on the bed opposite him, had just finished a phone call. Seeing Nie Chuan with his back to him, he asked, "Ah Chuan, are you back from playing basketball?"

"Yeah, I'm so tired, I'm going to sleep."

In fact, he couldn't sleep at all. Nie Chuan felt that Reese's hands seemed to be still covering his calves.

Very warm, ranging from warm to hot.

"You don't eat chocolate anymore? Imported from Belgium."

"No more."

"It's okay if you don't eat it. You always brush your teeth before eating chocolate. Be careful of getting cavities."

"Oh, my teeth are very hard and won't be bitten by worms." Nie Chuan waved his hand impatiently.

Zhou Bin smiled.

The next afternoon, when Ewing was practicing shooting with Nie Chuan, Carlo's eyes almost fell out.

"Alan, you've really made great progress!"

Ewing pushed Carlo's face away and said, "Of course, how can Alan be the same as a fool like you? Alan, did you practice until very late last night?"

Nie Chuan nodded embarrassedly: "Yeah. But it's really like you said, after finding the feeling, the hit rate is much higher."

"Don't be lazy, practice more!"

"I know."

"Show your skills on Saturday!" Ewing blinked. The freckles on his face matched his big eyes. Nie Chuan suddenly felt that it was unfair. It was obvious that Ewing was more like a child than he was.

"But Reese is such a mean guy! We work so hard to practice with Alan, but every time he says he has group work to do." Carlo said dissatisfiedly.

Nie Chuan opened his mouth to defend Reese, but he remembered that Reese once said that he didn't want anyone to know that he taught him, so he had to swallow his words back.

"Forget it, Reese is not suitable to teach people. We are enough!" Ewing patted Nie Chuan on the shoulder and said.

It was finally Friday night. Thinking about the practice match the next day, even though Carlo and the others had only contacted him privately, Nie Chuan still felt extremely nervous.

He tossed and turned in his bed and couldn't sleep at all.

Zhou Bin at the side couldn't help but sit up and said, "Achuan, if you really can't sleep, get up and heat a cup of milk!"

"Ah, yes!"

Nie Chuan remembered that Reese said drinking milk can help grow taller, so he quickly heated a cup of milk for himself and gulped it down.

After a lot of effort, Nie Chuan finally fell asleep, but the glass of milk took effect. Before dawn, Nie Chuan was so depressed that he had to go to the toilet.

He really didn't sleep well the whole night!

Early in the morning, a car stopped at the entrance of Nie Chuan's student dormitory. It was Carlo's Mercedes.

"Let's go! Nie Chuan!"

Also in Carlo's car were Ewing and Montenegro. When Ewing saw Nie Chuan's face, he patted Nie Chuan's shoulder and said in a funny way, "Hey... are you really nervous? I think you don't seem to have slept well all night!"

"It's all because of the milk." Nie Chuan murmured.

Carlo couldn't help but laugh: "This is just a practice match! The opponent's strength is 32 strong, and with the graduation of their center last year, this year's strength may be worse than last year. Why are you so nervous!"

Of course I'm nervous.

I don’t want to hold back!

Heishan was the most considerate. He said to Carlo, "Turn off the music and let Nie Chuan get some sleep."

"Where's Reese?"

"That guy Reese should have left a long time ago, right?"

Their practice match venue was in a nearby city, where Connor's hospital was.

As the car was about to enter the highway, Carlo received a call.

"Hey, Reese, where are you? What restaurant? Oh oh... OK, see you there!"

"What's wrong?" Ewing asked.

"Reese said to have breakfast at the Chinese restaurant before leaving. But... I had already eaten two hamburgers when I got up this morning!" said Carlo.

Montenegro replied: "But judging from Alan's appearance, he probably didn't eat anything this morning, right? It would be nice to go to a Chinese restaurant and have something to eat."

Ewing nodded as well.