from the golden generation

Chapter 184 Backboard top, as long as you have hands

Just as Yan Song sat down, Houston threw a bottle of water over. Yan Song touched it and found it was at room temperature.

"It's too hot, drinking this won't quench your thirst."

Saying that, Yan Song reached out to get ice water, but Houston slapped him on the hand.

Like a child who has done something wrong, Yan Song rubbed his hands aggrieved.

He forgot that the doctor did not allow him to drink ice water, but Yan Song couldn't control himself with such a thirst-quenching thing in front of him.

Houston seemed to see what Yan Song was thinking, so he took the box away and put it next to him, fearing that Yan Song would steal it.

Yan Song sighed helplessly, as for being like himself?I will be so thirsty that I will steal water to drink?

joke…

Yan Song unscrewed the bottle cap.Gudong Gudong took two sips.

Then, Yan Song was ready to steal water.

This normal temperature water is too thirst-quenching, and the more you drink it, the thirstier you become, Yan Song really can't stand it.

Pretending to stand up and stretch, he yawned again.

Tiptoeing towards the court, Houston stared at Yan Song all the time, a drop of sweat dripped down on Yan Song's forehead, it was the sweat of a guilty conscience.

He hoped that Houston wouldn't look at him, but Houston just kept staring at him, the kind that couldn't take his eyes off him.

Now, even if Yan Song has great skills, it is difficult to find an opportunity to steal water.

Yan Song continued to ponder, but Houston looked at him and said with a smile.

"Don't think about it, even if you pour the water out, you won't be given a drink in the shower. Don't you know what's going on with you?"

Houston began to persuade Yan Song that the bodies of these athletes are very important.

Shooting, dunking, rebounding, etc. all require effort to complete.

If a person is injured and has not fully recovered, then he is injured again, which will cause great damage to the body.

Huston is very concerned about Yan Song's body, but Yan Song always looks like a fool, and his expression of not caring about himself makes everyone a headache.

It is said that people will feel sorry for themselves, but the silly boy just doesn't do human affairs, so it's strange how he came here.

Yan Song was not embarrassed when he saw his scheme was seen through, he only had one chance to get the water now, and that was to grab it hard.

When Yan Song was about to make a move, he gave up the idea again, Yan Song shook his head, forget it, stop drinking.

Houston was right.I really should pay attention to my body, otherwise when I get older, various injuries will find me.

Yan Song continued to train. After getting the basketball, he suddenly had an idea. He wanted to see how his explosive power was and whether it had declined.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Song launched a breakthrough attack from the outside to the inside.

After a certain distance from the basket, Yan Song took a step to the right, and then took a step to the left in the next second.

"Euro step slam dunk?"

Houston put down the water in his hand and watched Yan Song turn the Eurostep layup into a Eurostep dunk.

Although Houston has seen it before, seeing Yan Song use this trick again after such a long time is also full of aftertaste.

This shows that Yan Song's physical condition is still very good, strong enough, and has not declined significantly due to injuries.

The next moment, Yan Song returned to the outside line again, he was about to touch the height to see, Houston saw him running with all his strength and jumped into the air.

Houston didn't continue to look until Yan Song called his name, and Houston looked in the direction of the voice.

"My Farke, why are you holding onto the top of the backboard with one hand!"

Houston was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and even the water in his hands dropped.

Seeing Yan Song still staggering on the top, Houston's heart pounded, the height there could be three to four meters.

If Yan Song fell without safety measures, the consequences would be disastrous.

Houston immediately took several large cushions from the warehouse and placed them under Yan Song's place.

He placed it on five or six floors, for fear that Yan Song would be injured when he landed.

Seeing Houston like this, Yan Song looked contemptuous.

Just watched Yan Song fall down cross-legged, and sat firmly on the mat, nothing happened.

"call."

Houston exhaled heavily, scaring me to death, and he didn't notice for a few seconds that Yan Song actually ran to the edge of the backboard.

"and many more?"

Suddenly, Houston realized something, he looked at Yan Song in surprise, and then glanced at the stadium.

There are no tools or power aids or anything on the court.

There is only an open area here, and he can't believe that Yan Song took off with his run-up and grabbed it with one hand.

In that case, it means that Yan Song's palm is more than half the height of the boss's palm.

This is not a trivial matter, Houston doesn't even know what to say about Yan Song, this kid is so awesome.

Grabbing the top of the backboard with one hand, no one before or after, completely stunned Houston.

He has seen such a terrible formation there, just kidding.

Grabbing the top of the backboard with one hand, even now he still can't believe it.

The current Yan Song is Yan Song who has been ill and hospitalized for four or five months. He has undergone surgery and stitches.

But now you have perfectly slapped your doctor in the face, rested, and avoided strenuous exercise, Yan Song didn't follow any of them.

Coupled with what happened just now, Houston felt that the doctor was fooling himself and the entire NBA.

"You call this a sick number, so what am I, a disabled person?"

Houston was hit and humiliated.

Annoyed, Houston also tried a run-up touch high.

The result can be imagined, knowing the height of the dunk.

Yan Song chuckled, Houston felt that he had been humiliated, but he was helpless and had no choice.

"God, you're not fair, why don't you give me such physical quality!"

Houston's voice echoed in the arena. Houston was not afraid of embarrassment at all, but he was envious and jealous.

God is indeed too eccentric.I obviously worked very hard, but when compared with Yan Song, the gap between the two of them immediately came out.

Yan Song laughed openly at the side, but Houston ignored his laughter.

I can't beat Yan Song, let him laugh if he wants to, anyway, I have nothing to lose.

Looking at the time, it was almost time for Yan Yaqi to leave school, and Yan Song walked out of the court carrying the decadent Houston.

Houston was driving, Yan Song was in the car, and the two arrived at the gate of New York University just before school ended.

A few minutes later, Yan Yaqi, who had been in college for more than a month, came out.

The little girl was surrounded by many people, both men and women.

But there are only two shorter girls on the left and right sides of him, and the other is a boy who looks familiar.

If Yan Song remembers correctly, it should be the child of his neighbor's family. He remembers the name, but there is indeed such a person.

Yan Song didn't continue to think, wearing Houston's sunglasses, waved his hand to let his sister see where he was.

(End of this chapter)