non-absolute crush

Xia Xingchen's voice was quite loud, the whole team looked good, and the teacher was quite satisfied.

After finishing the team, the teacher asked Xia Xingchen to take everyone to run around the playground for two laps, and after doing some warm-up exercises, they started to get down to business.

The first lesson started from simple teaching, teaching the correct standing posture, arm posture and movement when throwing the ball.

The teacher demonstrated it a few times with the ball first, and then asked everyone to spread out and stand on the spot without a real object to try a few times.

Although Song Ran is a boy, he doesn't play basketball much. He usually learns and practices violin with Lin Wei on weekends since he was a child.This is still his first serious contact with basketball and learning basketball.

He imitated his teacher's movements and felt good about himself when practicing without real objects.

But after practicing a few times without real objects, and the teacher asked them to line up to get the ball and try to throw one by one, he discovered that he was a rookie.

The practice starts with the girls. After all, the girls are not that tall and have little strength. Most of them are touching the ball for the first time. When they get the ball and throw it, their movements are not standard. It's justifiable to be crooked.

When it comes to boys, most boys can make shots easily, and those who love to show can even make fancy shots.

All the boys in front of Song Ran made the shots without exception, and the teacher stood on the side of the ball hoop and nodded in satisfaction.

Until Song Ran went up with the ball.

Song Ran held the ball, looked at the basket not far away, and lifted the ball according to the action he practiced when there was no real object. After lifting, he adjusted his posture and threw it forward forcefully.

Then he watched helplessly as the round basketball fell swiftly from the low altitude onto the basketball court not far in front of him. The hoops are still far away...

Seeing the basketball bouncing and falling, Song Ran's face turned red and turned into a lantern: Fuck, I voted for a lonely and even girls are not as good as me, so shameful!

When the classmate threw the ball, other people were either queuing up or watching. Seeing the basketball that Song Ran popped out, there was a moment of silence on the field, and then there was a low and restrained laughter, and it was obvious that it was only because of the unbearable. sound.

The teacher also stared at Song Ran with wide eyes in disbelief: Bai Jing is a little fair, but she is not short, and she doesn't look like she has no strength. How could she be like this?It must have been too nervous and didn't perform well.

The teacher looked away and stared at the surroundings: "Okay, don't laugh." Then he picked up a ball next to him and threw it to Song Ran, "It's okay, you can try again, throw it forward and upward, don't throw it."

"Okay..." Song Ran took the ball, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then opened his eyes, exhaled, and threw the ball out again in one go.

After the shot was made, he looked at the direction the basketball was flying out of, and his heart, which was already extremely nervous, froze for a while. He really didn't want to accept the result, so he closed his eyes tightly.

"Hiss—" Song Ran's ball didn't bounce on the ground this time, and it seemed to have gained momentum in the air, but the direction of the ball was skewed by 8000 meters, and it went straight towards the teacher standing on the side.

The teacher was stunned, and when he saw the ball flying suddenly, he turned sideways to avoid it. The basketball slammed into the wall behind the teacher, and after bouncing a few times, it slowly stopped.

Song Ran also opened his eyes, wishing he could find a place to drill down. On the one hand, he was ashamed and on the other hand, he was apologetic. His ears were flushed from the tip of his face, "Teacher, I'm sorry..."

The teacher had lingering fears, and was just about to start swearing, but when he saw Song Ran's flushed face, the words of swearing got stuck, and he finally realized that not all boys have well-developed sports cells.

So he cleared his voice: "It's okay, compared with just now, it can be regarded as... an improvement. The next one, wait, if you still have time, you can come to me."

Song Ran nodded, and went around to the end of the line stiffly. During the process, many students were looking at him, some were sympathetic, some were curious, and some were worried.

The one at the end of the line was Tan Wei, and Tan Wei quickly patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay for boys to be thick-skinned."

Jiang Xun stared at Song Ran who had returned to the end of the line with his head down, feeling a pang of distress in his heart. Just when he couldn't control himself and wanted to comfort him, he saw Song Ran pushing Tan Wei over and covering his face His forehead hit his back heavily, repeatedly: "It's too embarrassing ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Song Ran knocked hard, and Tan Wei didn't move or stop him. He stabilized his body and let him knock, comforting: "Hey, what is this? Isn't it just that you didn't make it? You fell every time in the 1000 meters in junior high school. one……"

"Shut up!" Apparently, Tan Wei, who had a low EQ, didn't realize that he was consoling him in the opposite direction.

"Okay, okay, I'll shut up. Knock lightly. It's okay if your head hurts. It's not a trivial matter that my shoulders are falling apart."

Song Ran, who was in a bad mood after losing an adult, ignored him, and kept knocking at the original frequency. He tried to comfort himself: It's okay, it's okay.Didn't it just throw the ball away this time, there is still time left, practice hard, find a teacher to study hard, and I will definitely be able to make a shot in the next class, for sure!

After repeating this silently several times, the embarrassment in Song Ran's heart gradually faded, and the heat on his face gradually dissipated.

When it was almost time, Song Ran bounced off Tan Wei's back, let go of the hand that had been covering his face, and took a deep breath.

Jiang Xun watched Song Ran's blushing gradually fade away, his expression returned to normal, he relaxed, and took back his striding steps.

After Song Ran calmed down, he also took a step forward to watch other people throw the ball. He wanted to carefully see the posture of others throwing the ball and feel the strength of the throw.

But soon he felt that his face was burning again. Almost all the other boys passed in the first shot, even if they missed the first shot, they made it in the second shot.He was alone, took two shots and didn't even touch the rim.

He sighed, stretched out his hand to pinch his earlobe which was starting to get hot, and comforted himself that it was okay, and he would definitely be able to invest next time.

Soon it was time for the last person to vote.Sports Committee Xia Xingchen was the first to throw the ball, and Jiang Xun was the last.

Jiang Xun took the ball and patted it on his hand a few times, then turned his head to look at Song Ran inadvertently.

Then he picked up the ball, stood still at the designated position, and shot forward. The ball went straight towards the frame of the basketball hoop, and it sounded very dull when it hit.

Xia Xingchen looked at Jiang Xun in astonishment: Brother, are you serious?Are you really serious about voting?

The physical education teacher looked in disbelief again: Isn't this the kid who performed the spike just now?The ball skills are obviously good, what kind of thing is this shot?

He threw another ball to Jiang Xun, frowning and beckoning him to do it again.

Jiang Xun smiled at him, caught the ball and began to adjust his posture.

He must have thrown it casually for fun just now, yes, it is impossible for him to fail to make a shot.The teacher leaned against the wall behind him and thought about it, but in the blink of an eye he saw Jiang Xun throwing it forward, the ball bounced off the hoop firmly, and missed the net.

This made the teacher bounce off the wall and stand up straight. He really didn't believe that Jiang Xun missed the shot. When he was about to throw the ball and let him try again, he heard Jiang Xun say to him sincerely:

"Sorry, teacher, my pitching skills are really not very good, I'll practice again in the next class!"

Xia Xingchen's eyes nearly popped out of his eyes: Good guy, who was the one who made a hundred hits before?Who was the one who showed off on the court before?Who was the main player in the competition between junior high school and other schools before?If you can't make it, what the hell will you believe.