I'm really not a brush in basketball

Chapter 4 004. Pain and happiness (recommended)

"Is this a one-armed windmill?" Worker A excitedly asked.

"And the deduction is not forced at all." Beater B sighed.

"Domineering! Mighty! Brother Long, whoever dares to call you a little prince in the future, labor and management will be the first to refuse!" Murong Liang's eyes turned red with excitement.

Chen Long was taken aback for a moment, thinking that this body still has such a resounding nickname?Curry wanted to hit someone when he heard it, but Tang Shen wanted to cry when he heard it.

"Low-key is low-key. When I practice my shooting and lead the team to win the NCAA championship, I will never forget you when I enter the NBA."

While speaking, Chen Long swept Murong Liang and the two beaters with his fingers.

At the same time, the three of them showed the expression of "big brother take me", and then each of them continued to pick up the ball even harder like a chicken blood.

At the beginning, Chen Long was still the most basic three-step layup, and gradually changed to standing under the basket to catch the ball for a layup. It took an average of 3 seconds from catching the ball to making a shot.

The three people outside fed the ball to Chen Long in turn, and the efficiency increased, and Chen Long's hits even increased faster than when he made free throws.

In addition to the 10 minutes of the break, Chen Long made 1300 layups and hit 1000 goals. It only took Chen Long this time two and a half hours.

Five and a half hours to complete the two challenges of free throws and layups, the remaining mid-range and three-pointers are the highlight.

"Brother Long, I can't stand it anymore, let's withdraw first." Murong Liang was so tired that he couldn't lift his hands anymore.

The two beaters were better than him, but both of them were sweating profusely.

Originally, they thought it would be nice to get paid without having to carry the dishes and wash the dishes, but now they realize that they were cheated by Murong Liang!

"Anyway, it's time for dinner. I'll treat you guys to eat whatever you want." Chen Long helped Liangzi into the restaurant.

When he thought of having to eat with his own hands, Murong Liang felt that life was hopeless.

"Brother Long, let's have a makeshift meal in my restaurant, beauty, you will be responsible for feeding me in a while, do you two need it?" Murong Liang did not forget to share the joys and sorrows with the migrant workers after making arrangements.

"Brother Liang, please." "Hey, thank you Brother Liang."

Of course it would be nice to have someone feed them, not to mention that the girls working here are all Chinese students from nearby schools, and they all look good. The two brothers instantly felt that this job was worthwhile.

A bowl of mutton noodle soup for three people plus five steamed buns!

When Chen Long inhaled the storm, everyone in the store stopped their chopsticks, because everyone came to eat, and this little brother performed what is called a tornado destroying the parking lot!
"Is it hot?" "Yeah."

Hearing Murong Liang's words, the waitress forced him to cool down with a smile, and said to herself, "Pervert Murong Liang, when my mother is rich, I will catch you and use you as a stool!"

The three of Murong Liang sat at the table next to Chen Long, facing three pure and lovely waitresses. Naturally, they would eat slowly if they were fed by women, so the two tables formed a stark contrast.

"Aaron, are you full? Do you want another steamed bun?" The old man of Murong's family walked over tremblingly on crutches and asked.

"Old man, I'm done eating. Our noodles are good!" Chen Long gave a thumbs up in admiration.

Compared with Murong Liang, the old man likes Chen Long more, and he is still an old fan, and now he still wears the autographed bracelet of Michael Jordan's three consecutive championships on his wrist.

"Aaron, stand up and let me have a look."

Hearing the old man's words, Chen Long immediately straightened up and stood up.

"Have you grown taller? Not bad, but I think you're still not strong enough. Basketball is a very confrontational sport, and thin men can't survive." Mr. Murong saw clearly.

"Grandpa, come and watch my match in four days." Chen Long said in a deep voice.

"Finally able to play?" Mr. Murong had no teeth, but he smiled brilliantly.

"Not surprisingly, I can play the main small forward of the Tigers."

"Okay, okay, my grandson is promising!" Mr. Murong gave his grandson Murong Liang a white look, and then said with emotion, "It's a pity that my family doesn't have the genes to play basketball. Aaron, I put my dream on you."

"No problem, old man, when I break into the NBA, I will definitely let you have a courtside seat like Spike Lee!" Chen Long assured, patting his chest.

"Hahaha, I can't bear to die."

"The old man will live a long life. When my brother Long becomes an NBA star, both of us, grandpa and grandson, will go to cheer him every game!" Murong Liang raised his hand excitedly, and then shrunk back in pain the next second. Shrimp.

"Aaron, haste makes waste, but it's too slow, and it's too late to reach it. You have to master the speed, and I can wait."

Hearing what the old man said, Chen Long nodded.

Chen Long and Mr. Murong looked at each other and smiled, it's rare to meet such a year-end friend like them.

With the headlights on at night, the stadium is as bright as day.

Chen Long stood alone next to the basket full of basketballs. Mid-range and three-pointers actually needed a picker.

Murong Liang was hopeless, but the old man called the guy who carried noodles in the store every day, and announced, "All the men in the store will practice with Aaron, and they will be closed tomorrow!"

Of course, Chen Long didn't have the nerve to agree.

"Aaron, I can't play." The guy scratched his head and said.

"Brother, I shoot, you pick it up and put it back into the basket, that's it." Chen Long patted him on the shoulder and said.

"Come on, it's great that you can get double salary just by picking up balls!" This buddy usually relies on his strength for food, so he is more reliable than Murong Liang and the other three.

There are many shooting methods in the middle distance. For Chen Long in his previous life, the most familiar one is the fadeaway jump shot.

Back then, Chen Long's figure and skills were very similar to Mai Di. Before he had the title of Oriental Dragon God, he was even called Mai Di.

Standing at a 45-degree angle, Chen Long held the basketball, dribbled the ball to find the feeling, and then jumped up, leaning back naturally.

From the palm to the elbow, from the elbow to the upper arm, from the upper arm to the neck, Chen Long's body forms a perfect angle, which is the perfect proportion of ancient Greece from the side view!

The basketball was shot, across the starry sky, and entered the frame cleanly and hollowly with a swipe.

"Good guy, what's it called, three words, just on the lips..." The guy who didn't know how to play was so excited that he couldn't speak.

"Beautiful as a picture!" Chen Long's tone was sad instead of happy, because in his previous life he made this kind of shooting very easily, but the muscles of this body became stiff after only one shot.

Losing the muscle memory that has been honed over time is a nightmare for pitchers.

"It's good to start over..." Chen Long remembered the old man's words and couldn't help but focus more on shooting practice, but this time, he chose a more simple pull-up jump shot.

Dang, hit the iron!

Re-cast, re-iron!
"How long does it take to hit 40 shots with a 1000% field goal percentage?"

Facing the heart-pounding shooting task, Chen Long felt pain and joy...

(End of this chapter)