In his memories, he had some breakthroughs and some basketfuls. As for breaking through, his right hand was barely able to do it, but his left hand was not. His finishing ability under the basket was getting worse and worse. His shooting was quite accurate at the beginning, but after he made a breakthrough, he couldn't do it anymore.
In his memory, he had only started learning basketball in high school. The body facilities were useless, and the feeling was not very gentle.
In his memory, he played basketball purely because he didn't want others to look down on him.
In her memory, she only started to like basketball later on. At that time, he was already in society. Even when he played basketball, he had to take care of his manager's emotions.
In his memories…
The me in his memory, this is just the me in his memory.
My current name is Lin Tianjian. I am a mixed-blood Chinese and Japanese. I have a younger sister and three younger cousins.
He was currently the chef of his uncle's ramen restaurant.
His relatives were Goblin Hayada Yusuke and his family.
A sixth grader from Yagi Elementary School.
He was 166CM tall and weighed 47KG. His palm could cover the entire basketball, but his body was as slender and disgusting as the tentacles of a centipede.
In addition, I want to make it clear. I'm a handsome guy.
……
"Little brat! Stop right there." The sunshine handsome Mitsui suddenly jumped in front of me. Damn it, this guy is even taller than me. It seems that only the red-haired monkey can compare to him.
"What's the matter?" I rolled my dead fish eyes. Calling someone else a little brat, yet I didn't even grow a beard. This guy was probably even more annoying than Sakuragi.
"Do you know that your female shooting style was very ugly just now?”
“……”
"Do you know that that's a position only girls use? Can you imagine it? It was those idiotic girls who were as weak as a hen and only held the ball with both hands and pushed it out like a shot put.”
…" Alright, I've confirmed my conclusion. This guy is indeed more annoying than Sakuragi.
"Although your shooting posture is a little ugly.”The warm boy looked at me without saying anything. Suddenly, he changed the topic."However, I often see you play basketball here. Although your shooting skills are still far from your original level, if you improve, you'll still be a good player. Why? Are you interested in joining the basketball club of Takeshi High School?”
His gaze fell on me. Because of work, I was still wearing the ramen restaurant's uniform and had bandages on my head. I did look a little silly.
" Not interested..." I picked my nose. Hisashi Mii immediately jumped away from me in disgust.
"You bastard, you're so disgusting!"
"Why don't we compete in shooting? At the three-point line, each person will score twenty goals. Whoever hits the most will buy the other party a drink.”
To be honest, I was surprised to be hit on by a psychopath for no reason, but I was also a little happy. Of course, it wasn't that I liked being hit on by psychopath, but as an uncle in his thirties, I felt that it was necessary to ravage these cute boys.
"You!" While the other party was stunned, he quickly returned to his original arrogant self. However, I liked it. Only by ravaging such a young man would I feel a sense of pleasure.
F * ck, compared to my dog shit, I don't know who threw it away and didn't use a broken ball, but Mitsui used a good brand of Spalding basketball, which made me extremely depressed.
"Hehe, I'm not afraid to tell you that I was the captain of the basketball team of Takeshi High School in my first year.”The competition hadn't even started yet, and this guy was already starting to ramble on. How annoying.
"You're probably a yellow fish." I returned the favor with a pleasant expression.
"What do you mean? I'm clearly a…"
"A stone grows on his head."
"Bastard!" Mii Hisashi was furious. He grabbed the basketball and rushed in front of me.
"Swoosh!"
"The first one." I ignored Mitsui. He jumped and shot the basketball with the same 38-style. The silky feel lingered in his hand. The basketball was like a machine with a navigator installed and plunged into the net.
"The second one." I hit the three-pointer at the top of the arc.
"Third." The 45th angle hit again.
"Fourth." This time, it was the bottom corner.
……
"The last one." I returned to the top of the arc and silently picked up my beloved ball. I walked to the side of the handsome man and admired his cute little face.
"..." Mitsui didn't say anything. His expression was solemn as if he had completely entered the game.
"Swoosh." Compared to my " Three-Eight Style " shooting, Mitsui's shooting posture is undoubtedly much better. It could be seen that he was indeed a player who had undergone rigorous training, not a guy who only knew how to talk big.
He used a typical one-handed shooting posture, with his feet slightly bent, his right foot in front, his left foot behind, and his left hand as a supporting hand. When he was shooting a jump shot, his right wrist moved forward. His posture was perfect and standard. It was obvious that Mitsui had gone through countless training sessions.
The basketball world generally did not have a very strict understanding and definition of the left hand, and there were very few requirements for the left hand. But in fact, while the right hand was important, the role of the left hand in shooting couldn't be ignored.
If the right hand was the end of the shot, the left hand was undoubtedly the starting point of the last step. The level of a person's shooting skill could be determined by the posture of his left hand when he shot. This was not a joke. In fact, although the left hand did not exert much force when shooting the ball, it did play an irreplaceable role in controlling the direction of the basketball.
Unlike the basketball god Jordan's single-handed right shoulder shot, Hisashi Mii's shot was completely a spring-shaped shot. His arm and shoulder, wrist and basketball, and biceps all formed three right angles. The arc of his shot was very high, and his posture was much more beautiful than my three-eight shots.
However, in comparison, my 38-style shooting percentage is much higher than his.
"Bang!" As the last ball bounced out of the box, Hisashi Mii scored 9 out of 20 three-pointers. But I was 15 out of 20.
Strength. Although I hated my insect body and was so skinny that I looked like a refugee, I wasn't at a disadvantage when it came to strength. On the contrary, because of the ramen, my strength wasn't inferior to many middle school students or even high school students.
I guess my perfect body would make the girls outside who liked to wear shorts and short skirts envious. Those girls 'butts and breasts were not bony.
The short-haired boy's shooting posture was beautiful, but with his current strength, 20 shots were indeed a little too much. On the other hand, I use two hands to shoot the 38-style. Although it's a little ugly, it has a high accuracy and stability, and it's very fast.
"Wahahaha…I'm indeed a genius.”Unknowingly, I had also learned Sakuragi's special vocabulary.
Speaking of Sakuragi, I couldn't help but grit my teeth and think about him day and night.
After getting to know me better, Sakuragi, Takamiya, and the others would often come to my shop to pay on credit, but that goblin actually allowed it without even asking for repayment. This was simply a great humiliation to me.
Thus, I also learned the moves that Fatty used to oppress others. The Sakuragi Army is a primary school student like me, but fighting and skipping classes is a common occurrence for them. Therefore, whenever they came to my shop to play marbles without pocket money, I would show off my eloquence and force them to be waiters. After that, I would give them some change and marbles as compensation. Those marbles were given to me by the owner of Pachinko, who was next door. That guy was also an old hooligan. He used these broken things to pay off his debts when he had no money. Fortunately, I used the waste as their salary.
He really didn't understand what was so fun about those marbles…It was no wonder the business of the ramen shop was so bad. If everyone came to pay on credit, how could they make any money?
"Duel." Sunshine Zheng Tai stood in front of me and coldly interrupted my thoughts. His eyes that were filled with power burned with the flames of fighting spirit."I admit that you are my opponent.”
"I want to go home, brother." I looked at him pitifully, intending to learn Xiao Xin's secret weapon.
The handsome boy shuddered violently, probably cold to the point of his butthole.
"Coward, are you afraid?”He deliberately pretended to look disdainful, but his acting skills were far from Hollywood.
I ignored Hisashi Mii. I gulped and looked outside the small court.
A pure looking middle school girl with a ponytail walked past the park lightly, attracting my attention like a moving machine gun.
"Tomorrow. I'm really tired today, and I have to go back to work.”If I had a cigarette in my mouth, my side profile would look very old. People would think that Mitsui was my apprentice.
When he met a master in the mysterious park, Shota Mitsui was shocked.
"Hmph hmph hmph."
“……”
"I have to say, your smile is really disgusting.”
"Thank you for your praise. I will carry it forward. That's all. Goodbye, brother!~ (@^_^@)~”
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