Returning to '97, creating a new life

Is it scientific?

When the afternoon training session began, Xu Kai once again demonstrated what a revolutionary shooting technique was in front of Coach Liu and all his basketball teammates. Coach Liu's advice on scientific training methods during the morning break immediately became meaningless.

The training method was so unconventional that other teammates were already out of breath and their movements were distorted within three minutes of going up to the field. Their shooting accuracy was also compromised. And this was even after they had to stop and adjust during the running training, without any sense of rhythm.

Xu Kai felt great, extremely great. He was in the training session of a world-class superstar, the greatest three-point shooter in history. He met all the requirements except for his shooting percentage. Facing a member of an ordinary third-rate high school basketball team, it wasn't just a matter of defeating him, but rather like reading a book from heaven.

Old Liu licked his chapped lips. He couldn't feel the outdoor temperature at all. He wasn't a professional basketball coach, nor did he have any formal tactics. He could only let his players go up and interfere.

result……

When interference comes and when there are defenders in front of him, Xu Kai's shooting training truly reveals its value in the most accurate way.

Running, catching the ball, shooting.

All in one go.

With sufficient height, jumping height, jumping speed, and shooting speed, defense is meaningless unless the defender makes direct physical contact through a foul.

Whether there is a defender or not, and whether the defensive intensity is normal, has no impact on Xu Kai's shooting percentage. His shooting percentage was already frightening before, and now, looking at it again, Lao Liu slowly exhaled. He admitted that he really couldn't give this kid any guidance.

No, no!

Old Liu's eyes lit up.

Am I going to train a professional basketball player?

Once this thought popped into his head, it filled his mind uncontrollably, making him unable to be interested in anything else. His mind was filled with the idea that good talents should be nurtured and not buried under my care.

Special treatment?

This idea quickly faded away. Apart from talking to his homeroom teacher, Lü Yan, about giving the child more training time, there was nothing else Liu Duosheng could do.

After talking with Lü Yan, he found a way to "address his own needs." There wasn't much he could do, but there was something.

"Don't go home to eat. Eat with me for lunch. You can't set up your stall for too long at noon. I'll only give you forty minutes after lunch. You need to leave me half an hour for extra practice at noon."

The next day at noon, Liu Duosheng blocked the door of Xu Kai's classroom after the fourth period in the morning, pulled him to the office of the arts and sports teaching and research group, and took out a metal lunchbox that had been heated in the boiler room.

A box of white rice, with some stir-fried vegetables mixed in.

A box of stewed beef.

A bag of pure milk and a Fuji apple.

"Teacher Liu, this..."

"Eat it, don't feel guilty. As long as you acknowledge me as your mentor, I'll benefit from your influence in the future."

Xu Kai smiled, no longer being pretentious.

The young man ate his father out of house and home in less than five minutes. Liu Duosheng was eating a meal on the side with a smile on his face. When Xu Kai went back to the classroom to take his old schoolbag to the door to set up a stall, Liu Duosheng picked up the landline and dialed an old friend's number.

"You mean that energy drink that's supposed to be for athletes? Does it really have that many effects?"

………………

What is this thing?

where am I?

What am I doing?

Inside the indoor basketball court of Railway No. 1 Middle School, the basketball players from Railway No. 3 Middle School stared blankly at the figure on the court, their gazes shifting to the manual scoreboard.

32: 11.

An 11-point score is acceptable for a purely amateur high school game that has only been played for six or seven minutes.

What the hell is that on the other side?

What the heck is number 8 at Tie Er Middle School?

Does he even know how to play basketball? He just gets the ball and starts shooting from beyond the three-point line. That's not how you play basketball. He's a complete novice. How did his coach even allow him to play?

32 points—that's the perfect explanation. We don't need any other reasons, but making the shot is the best one.

Other schools only come here for competitions, they don't get to see this scene.

The only exception was the host team, Tieyi Middle School's basketball team, who stood on the sidelines with furrowed brows and some with vacant, disbelieving eyes.

I desperately arranged positional tactics. Relying on the absolute advantage brought by the high-quality students, we still needed to chip away at the ball one by one, taking two points at a time, until the opponent collapsed and made mistakes, so that we could get a counterattack opportunity and easily take another two points on the fast break.

But this guy, he hit a three-pointer, and with a shooting percentage of over 50%. How are we supposed to compete with that?

"Close-marking defense and three-pointers are not our usual weapons. The players from No. 3 Middle School are completely overwhelmed and don't know how to defend. Close marking will lower their shooting percentage and won't be very effective. Don't be afraid!" The coach from No. 1 Middle School was more professional and quickly saw the problem and found a solution.

The changes brought about by his explosive physical abilities and the satisfaction from crushing weaker opponents made Xu Kai completely confident. If he hadn't retained the composure and humility that a mature man should have, his arrogance might have already begun to touch upon his true professional path, a path even more audacious than what Lao Liu had imagined.

There is no qualifying competition format. The competition is held by schools affiliated with the railway bureau in response to the higher authorities' emphasis on arts and sports education, and to promote a teaching policy that promotes all-round development in morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics and labor.

Because of the outstanding performance of Tieyi Middle School, a very complicated competition format was not designed. Several schools competed against each other to ensure that everyone could play against each other once. The champion was determined by the total score, which also made it fairer for other schools to compete for second place.

Although it was just an extracurricular activity where students had time to compete, the impact and sensation it generated among the students was beyond imagination. News of an exceptionally strong individual player emerged from Tie Er Middle School, and in subsequent competitions, students from Yi Middle School began to use their physical education classes and breaks to watch the games in the gymnasium.

After two years of being invisible at No. 2 Middle School, he suddenly became a superstar in the ninth grade.

During his time at school, he was the center of attention. Whenever he walked around campus during breaks, girls would secretly talk about him and whisper among themselves.

The art style changes drastically every noon.

Not far from the school gate, Xu Kai sat on a brick, with all sorts of small items on the old bed sheet in front of him.

"Xu Kai, when does our game against No. 1 Middle School start?"

Boys and girls in their teens are curious and want to get closer, but they are constrained by their environment and keep their distance, mixed with a little shyness.

Although Xu Kai's street vending has earned him the nickname "poor ghost" from those who are jealous, the direct interaction between buyers and sellers has broken down the barriers between men and women, creating a channel for strangers to communicate with him directly.

Business was booming, but his workload also increased, requiring him to spend more time chatting with customers. This sight made him chuckle to himself, thinking, "Am I getting a taste of the 'beauty' perk? Am I enjoying a different kind of 'fan economy' perk?"

Over-purchasing of everyday consumables; unnecessary purchases of non-consumables.

"The school will organize it on Sunday morning. You need to register in advance, otherwise you won't be able to enter the campus of No. 1 Middle School."

A few girls came over to advise him, "Old Liu is watching at the door. Why don't you spend more time training? Why do you insist on setting up a stall?"

"Yes, you're wasting too much time like this."

Xu Kai smiled, touched by the other person's kindness in wanting to remove the "poor guy" label from his head. That was just a matter of "face" that only teenagers of that age cared about; what he cared about was whether he had money in his pocket. That kind of halo, like that of a male protagonist in a comic book or romance novel, was a fantasy they wanted to see into reality. The mundane realities of life were something they couldn't yet understand.

When they start to care, they've truly grown up.

What a wonderful youth! It's a pity I've experienced it all. The naivety and joy in the arcades and computer rooms back then are beautiful memories, worth treasuring and reminiscing about. That's all.

I never want to experience that kind of naivety again, not knowing that my mother single-handedly carried the burden of two families.

Collect money, sell goods, chat with customers from their perspective, smile appropriately and stop answering, then move on to the next customer who wants to buy your goods.

Liu Duosheng arrived promptly after his forty-minute timer. All he could do was provide a hearty and nutritious meal; anything more was beyond his means as a physical education teacher, and his own motivation wasn't enough to motivate him to do anything more. For example, he might try to change Xu Kai's life so he wouldn't have to endure the ridicule of his peers and become a street vendor at such a young age.

After defeating all the railway bureau's affiliated middle schools in a row, the railway bureau organizers consciously adjusted the schedule, placing the match between Railway No. 2 Middle School and Railway No. 1 Middle School at the end. The match between the two schools, both with perfect records, generated a huge amount of discussion, which spread to some leaders of the railway bureau, parents, and schools outside the railway bureau.

As the leading school among the three affiliated middle schools in the city, No. 1 Middle School is superior in all aspects and its performance in all areas is overwhelming. Now, No. 2 Middle School is finally able to compete with No. 1 Middle School in one particular area. The principal not only granted some holidays, but also spent money to find an indoor basketball court for the team members to train on weekends as the weather gets colder.

Liu Duosheng watched Xu Kai hang upside down on the horizontal bar doing inverted crunches, watching him easily complete fifty pull-ups. Even with the abilities of a physical education teacher, and despite researching and learning over this period, he still did not possess the absolute ability to teach Xu Kai.

The correct training methods that he could think of that were suitable and helpful for students of the current age were doubled in intensity by Xu Kai, yet he still couldn't figure out where Xu Kai's strength lay.

The frustration after the setbacks sometimes makes me think, "I don't want to delay my child's development." I hope that Xu Kai can reach a higher platform as soon as possible and receive more professional and effective training.

Although he didn't know where the end was, as a teacher, he hoped there would be a place where Xu Kai could fully develop his talents, instead of wasting his time and talent in this middle school that didn't even have a proper training ground.

"Here, the tickets to the bathhouse over at the market."

Buy ten at once and get a discount of a few dollars.

"Teacher Liu, I have money."

"Enough talk, we won by one point, this is an early reward."

"Teacher Liu, didn't you already give me the reward in advance?"

Liu Duosheng was taken aback. He understood what Xu Kai was talking about, and chuckled. He raised his leg as if to kick Xu Kai: "You brat, if you embarrass me, you'll definitely get zero in the physical education exam."

"rest assured."

Liu Duosheng has a classmate from a sports school with whom he has maintained a good relationship for many years. He invited the classmate to watch the game this weekend.

A physical education teacher at the city's top high school.