The Road to Godhood of a Basketball Kid

Chapter 2 The Weak Basketball Hoop
Touching his aching shoulder, Zhang Yang couldn't believe what happened to him. Could it be that he really won the lottery?
How can I care about the upcoming class time.With the speed of a [-]-meter sprint, Zhang Yang sprinted towards the basketball court.

The surrounding images receded quickly, and Zhang Yang really felt that his speed was about to catch up with Bolt.

The physical education teacher in the distance was looking down upstairs with a cigarette in his mouth. The boy who was chasing the wind disappeared from his eyes at that moment.

Ignoring the vice-principals greeting him, the physical education teacher ran downstairs quickly. If he recruited this young man, he might get all the awards related to running in this year's city sports meeting.

The physical education teacher came downstairs, watched the direction where Zhang Yang disappeared, stomped and cursed at the damn school uniform, why all the children wore the same uniform.

Zhang Yang came to the playground. The old basketball court of No. [-] Middle School was in a small corner in the southeast of the playground. There were not even nets on the eight old basketball hoops.

Some backboards have even lost their color after years of erosion.

Fortunately, Zhang Yang didn't care about all of this.

He took out the basketball from the net pocket on his back, and the moment his fingers touched the basketball, he felt a feeling that this is a part of my body, which Zhang Yang never dared to think about before. In the past, basketball was a friend, but now he feels that basketball is a part of his life.

As if alive, the elf jumped back and forth between his hands and the cement floor.

Dribbling is more than ten thousand times stronger than before.

After continuous Cross Over crotch dribbles, a Golden Rooster made an independent fadeaway jumper, and the basketball went into the net hollowly.

Zhang Yang stared at his hands in a daze, this kind of extremely coherent movement was impossible before.

Then came the familiarity with his own body, the continuous pull-up layup in disguise, the hollow net from outside the three-point line, and, just now, I tried a little back dunk with both hands under the basket.

Basketball turned out to be so simple.

After the last simple snap, looking at the wobbly basketball stand, Zhang Yang excitedly picked up the basketball, feeling unsatisfied, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and walked towards the classroom...

The head teacher, Mr. Sun, was teaching everyone morning self-study. After seeing the drowsy students below, the old pedant was furious: "You are the worst class of students I have ever taken care of. Look at you, sixteen or seventeen years old, why are you so sleepy? Where is the vitality of young people..."

Seeing the class teacher throwing a tantrum, Zhang Yang didn't want to get into trouble. After secretly opening the back door a little, the most youthful boy in the class was bending over and tiptoeing towards his seat...

"Zhang Yang, why did you show up at this place at this time." The old pedant insisted on his words, earnestly preparing to listen to the sweaty student's explanation.

"That, um, this~" Zhang Yang is a kid who is not good at lying, no matter whether he loves studying or basketball, he has always been among the best in grades, but he is very popular among teachers.

"Although you are late, you are the only energetic children in the class. Wipe off your sweat and get ready to study." The old grandson warmed up, saying that only children who have studied well will be treated like this.

The annual basketball exchange match between No. [-] Middle School and City No. [-] Middle School is today.

During the recess, Xiaoji and Wangcai came to the basketball court before Zhang Yang. The basketball court was crowded with people. Although this is an era when academic performance is the top priority, they still can't stop everyone's enthusiasm for basketball.

Zhang Yang, Xiaoji, and Wangcai are freshmen in high school. They got together because of basketball before the military training was over.

Zhang Yang is 1.9 meters tall and weighs 180 catties. He is the strongest of the three, but he is not the tallest and strongest.

Xiaoji is a kid with a height of 1.9 meters [-], a body of almost two hundred kilograms, and strong muscles. However, he is talented in height but not talented in jumping. Zhang Yang is the only one among the three who can dunk.

Xiaoji's nickname, as the name suggests, means that except for one place on the whole body, which is ordinary, other places are very prominent.

Wangcai, on the other hand, has a very good touch. He used to show off his power after a bowl of Liangpi, and made ten out of ten three-pointers in the freshman game.

Zhang Yang is the most handsome of the three, with bright eyebrows and starry eyes, a face as sharp as a knife, a slender figure, and a pair of long legs that are particularly eye-catching.

So the three of them, who had just finished their military training, joined the school basketball team amidst the cheers of the freshmen.

This is exactly their first game.

Seeing so many people around watching the game.Among them, there are many little flowers in the class, it is they who decorate the auditorium, everyone sweeps away the dullness in class, and the whole basketball court exudes a strong youthful atmosphere.

After the teenagers saw the audience, especially the beautiful and lovely female audience, their hormones were also secreted quickly.

They didn't know how to hide clumsiness at all, Wangcai ran to a basketball hoop early to practice three-pointers, and made hollow shots one by one, which aroused bursts of cheers from around.

Chicken is occupying a basket to practice his position and grab the rebound. Unlike the current card forward Adams, Chicken is more about getting in position and grabbing shots by himself.

That kind of explosive tsk tsk made the opponent's coach look serious.

Zhang Yang raised the basketball with one hand in a remote corner while everyone cheered.

This fellow actually thought that the cheers were not enough.

Among high school students in 2004, nine out of ten couldn't dunk.So, when you see a Chinese with yellow skin and black eyes showing himself on the big stage of the NBA, please applaud him, because his efforts far exceed his talents.

It was a simple one-handed dunk, but it was full of applause.

Looking at the dangling basketball hoop.There were applause all over the place, Zhang Yang put his hands in his pockets, and gave everyone a handsome profile. He thought this was the best way for him to express his handsomeness.

The physical education teacher of Eighteenth Middle School dared to quickly stop Zhang Yang's dunking, and clearly warned the athletes below that due to the school's tight funds, the basketball hoop was in disrepair for a long time. For everyone's safety, I hope everyone will not dunk.

The competition between the two schools has begun.Zhang Yang Xiaoji and Wangcai even put on their school uniforms and sat on the bench. It turned out that they were freshmen in the school. They hadn't gotten along with the school team at all. The physical education teacher didn't dare to let them let themselves go in the game.

Remember, basketball is a five-person sport.

The time passed by like this, and the strength of the two schools was very close, so the score was very tight.

86:85, the referee signaled that there were still six seconds left for the game to end.

In this kind of high school game, six seconds really doesn't seem to be enough for an attack.

"Zhang Yang ~ Zhang Yang ~", "Dunk, dunk." People's bursts of cheers are adding pressure to the school's physical education teacher. Isn't this questioning your teaching ability?

However, apart from the dunk, it seems that there really can't be any other more assured offense.

The much-anticipated Zhang Yang was replaced and the game started.

Everyone starts to get stuck.

The chick in the first game played the glorious tradition of card front, and there is no position that he can't get stuck in.

Yizhong's inside line is obviously shorter than the combination of Xiaoji and Zhang Yang.

Wangcai made a wrong serve, perhaps because he was too nervous, the free throw flew towards the backboard like an anti-aircraft gun.

Is it all over?The crowd was really disappointed, especially for the audience around them.

However, a pair of big hands suddenly appeared, and in that extremely unlikely position, the basketball was held tightly, and then slammed into the basket.

(slam) dunk, a powerful dunk with both hands, the dilapidated basketball hoop couldn't stand such torture, there was only a click, and the basketball hoop fell down in response.

(End of this chapter)