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"Just him?"

"Just him."

This is the first time Cheng Yan and Zhao Yibai had a conversation when they saw Song Yu. Cheng Yan must be friends with others. Zhao Yibai couldn't figure out why, but Cheng Yan thought, he encouraged him not to be cowardly and to strike up a conversation , Cheng Yan was unwilling, saying it was too embarrassing.

Song Yu stayed with a few of his friends, chatting with a few people at the bar, but Cheng Yan followed them all the way like a trailing idiot.

"I don't have time to sit here with you and be treated as a pervert." Zhao Yibai was about to leave, but was stopped by Cheng Yan.

"Don't wait, I'll go later," Cheng Yan withdrew his gaze, leaned against the wall and said, "I have to wait until all my friends have left, right? It's strange for me to go up suddenly like this."

"It's just to make friends, be more generous, and you're not a date, what's so strange?" Zhao Yibai couldn't understand Cheng Yan's mysterious operation, and Cheng Yan didn't dare to mention it to Zhao Yibai. It's because I want to have a relationship with someone.

"He's from our school. It's okay if you hand it in. If you don't hand it in, it's embarrassing to meet him. Can you be a little patient." Cheng Yan began to preach.

Zhao Yibai sneered: "Why? I'm not the one who wants to make friends. It's good if I wait with you. In the last 10 minutes, if you don't take any action, I won't accompany you."

"Okay, okay," Cheng Yan said expediently, "There must be action within 10 minutes, I'll wait a little longer."

Ten minutes later, Song Yu was no longer at the bar.

He came to the bar with his friends to relax, and Cheng Yan followed him. In fact, he lied to Zhao Yibai. It was not the first time he knew Song Yu, but he had planned it for a long time. He had seen this person a long time ago, on the school court. , Glancing in surprise, okay, just bend Cheng Yan in place.

Cheng Yan has always heard of Song Yu's name, but he was not interested in finding out. That day Song Yu was playing on the court, Cheng Yan passed by, and just happened to meet Song Yu's dunk scene, that waist, that profile, that murderous look, that The ball skills directly make people look stupid. Cheng Yan's head was instantly emptied at that time. There is a saying, when he saw you, he had thought about everything. It is no exaggeration to say that he felt that way at the time.

He didn't realize what was wrong, and when he realized it, it was too late.

Compared with Song Yu's crazy heartbeat when he first met, the affection for the so-called beautiful girl is nothing.

Song Yu went to the bathroom and was washing his hands, that's when Cheng Yan acted.

Song Yu was very sensitive. The person in the mirror was slowly approaching him. He didn't like to observe the actions of passers-by, but he scrutinized this passer-by for a while.

Cheng Yan was not sneaky at the time, so he walked to Song Yu's side naturally and generously, and turned on the faucet. He sensed the other party's gaze, so he made up his mind to be more magnanimous.

After washing his hands, Song Yu wiped his hands with a paper towel, facing the mirror, his expression was quite serious, and he was serious, but this aura of not getting close to strangers was the most attractive, and he wiped countless fingers Second-rate.

"Is there a fire?" The friendship between men often starts with a cigarette or a lighter, and Cheng Yan is no exception. He is obviously young, but he behaves very calmly.

Song Yu took out a lighter from his pocket and handed it to him. Cheng Yan lifted it from his sharp fingertips. For some reason, Cheng Yan felt that even his fingers could be worthy of the word sexy. Unleash your advanced charm on him.

"Is there any smoke?" Song Yu asked proactively.

Cheng Yan took out the cigarettes he had prepared in advance. In order to make himself look more real, he prepared one from Zhao Yibai, put it in his mouth like Zhao Yibai, and lit the lighter, but it was too late. Not lit.

It's not that the lighter is not easy to use, nor is there a problem with his technique, but that he deliberately didn't intend to smoke this cigarette. Cheng Yan's goal has been achieved. What he wants is a conversation, a face-to-face meeting, and a meeting to be able to meet again next time. Bringing up the topic of "I've seen you before" is just an unexpected development of the purpose, and it's heading towards a place he didn't expect.

Song Yu didn't leave, and kept looking at him. Under his scrutinizing serious gaze, Cheng Yan began to panic.

Song Yu threw the paper towel and walked over. The tall figure stuck in front of Cheng Yan, forcing him to press against the marble platform behind him. He held Cheng Yan's hand with his cold hand, moved it down, and snatched the fire from his hand. Song Yu stared at him deeply, pointed the lighter at the cigarette butt, and lighted the cigarette easily.

Cheng Yan bumped into his secretive pupils.

"Don't force yourself," Song Yu's hoarse voice brushed against Cheng Yan's ear, "Smoking is harmful to your health. It's not a shameful thing, but it should be encouraged."

Cheng Yan was a little dumbfounded, Song Yu put away the lighter, gave him a speculative smile, turned and left.

This is the scene when they met for the first time, there was no stormy sea, no extreme romance, just endless embarrassment and annoyance, Cheng Yan regretted that he didn't perform well, and never dared to lie in front of Song Yu again.

At six o'clock in the afternoon of the next day, Cheng Yan arrived at the central arena as scheduled. He heard the sound of basketball being shot before he entered the door. Slapping the basketball repeatedly, walking casually step by step, Song Yu was the only one in the huge arena.

Cheng Yan walked in, looked left and right, his voice echoed in the hall, "Only you?"

The basketball circled around in his hand, Song Yu said: "Yes, there are no idlers you like."

Cheng Yan put down his backpack, and said aggrievedly: "I don't like idlers, etc..."

Coming to Song Yu alone, Song Yu passed the ball to him, Cheng Yan asked: "Do you have one-on-one tutoring?"

Song Yu joked, "You don't have that condition if you want a one-on-two."

Cheng Yan glanced at Song Yu and said, "I always feel that you talk more after you come back."

Song Yu: "Then I shut up?"

Cheng Yan ignored him, and tried the feel of the ball twice after touching it. It was unexpectedly light and light. It was always the same. When playing with his own ball, he always felt cumbersome, but when touching someone else's, he felt easy and easy to use. Cheng Yan fiddled back and forth a few times. Tian feels good, and he quickly found his form.

It's just that the state is generally useless in front of the strong. Cheng Yan's ball skills and Song Yu's 1V1 are just looking for abuse and suffering by himself, and the team cooperation still has a certain possibility of a draw. Individual solo needs a lot of courage to support.

He tried a three-point shot, wiped the ball frame, missed it, the ball rolled towards Song Yu, and he caught it lightly in his hand.

"Try again." He threw it to Cheng Yan.

Cheng Yan took a standard posture and didn't dare to be distracted, but he didn't get the favor of the heavens, and the second ball still didn't go in smoothly.

"Three-pointers have never been your strong point." Song Yu retrieved the ball and continued to throw it to Cheng Yan. Repeating this action did not feel boring, "But in order to ensure stability on the court, you'd better make up for your shortcomings. Can perform a miracle when necessary."

Cheng Yan listened carefully, but now it's too late to practice three-pointers. Three-pointers are inherently probabilistic. No matter how good a golfer is, he can't guarantee 100% shots. Cheng Yan missed the third time, and was lucky the fourth time. Well, I smashed it in, missed the fifth time, missed the sixth time, and scored a goal for the seventh time. Repeatedly, the probability is very low.

"Then I have to practice three-pointers all the time today?" Cheng Yan felt that he was not rigorous when he said it, "Or should I practice this for a few days?"

"This is an additional practice. Your head coach doesn't do it. It's probabilistic. There's not enough time." Song Yu took the ball and didn't throw it to Cheng Yan, but asked him: "What are you good at?"

Cheng Yan thought for a while: "Layup."

Song Yu was not satisfied with his answer: "Think again."

wrong?Cheng Yan hesitated and said, "Block the cap?"

What he said were all probabilistic issues, Song Yu was very dissatisfied: "Continue to think about it."

Cheng Yan really didn't know.

He played relatively well with these two, and he has been responsible for blocking shots and stealing the ball in the team. When necessary, he lays up or grabs a rebound. Dare to say that.

Song Yu saw that he couldn't give an answer for a long time, so he switched the ball and said clearly: "It's bounce and speed."

Cheng Yan suddenly woke up and opened his eyes wide: "Ah... oh."

"You are best at these two points, and you are not short, so make good use of your advantages and let them play the most valuable," Song Yu said: "The three most important points for a player are shooting, speed, and jumping. Rebounds, rebounds determine the ownership of the ball, no matter how accurate your shooters are, if you don’t have the ball, you are useless. You have two of the three most important ones, why don’t you pay attention to the development of rebounds? You look at dunks and interceptions It's so important."

"We have someone on the rebound."

"The position is reserved for professional players. It's not that whoever occupies this position can't let others develop. If you don't have a professional and stable team, don't limit your possibilities," Song Yu said: "Cheng Yan, you never know what you are good at."

Why does Cheng Yan feel that he has been trained?He should be the clearest about what a person is good at, but Song Yu's reminder seems to be correct, and he can't refute him, no matter in terms of cognition or strength.

Cheng Yan pouted, but still didn't say anything.

Song Yu didn't reprimand him, he just gave people the impression that he was too strict, no matter what he did, he was too serious, it was difficult for people to get close to him, and he didn't do anything wrong, Cheng Yan fully understood.

"Now, if the opponent is me and I force a layup and you can't stop it, what should I do?" Song Yu proposed a fatal blow.

Cheng Yan cautiously asked, "Wait...rebound?"

"Yes," Song Yu replied quickly, "put aside all your thoughts, just wait for that rebound, and immediately pass the ball to your teammates. Tug-of-war is the best way to play."

"But what if there are no rebounds?"

"Then wait for the next one."

"Why wait? It's hard to get a rebound for a layup."

"The ball that does not wait for the layup, the ball that waits for the three-pointer, or the ball that is tricky from other angles and has a certain possibility of mistakes."

"Then I will stay under the rebound, and my advantage will be completely nullified." His best speed will not be fully utilized. He is most familiar with interception and forced layups. show yourself.

Song Yu's eyes deepened: "I know what you're thinking, let me ask you a question, Cheng Yan, do you like basketball?"

Cheng Yan was dumbfounded by the question.

"What are you talking about now?"

"This is very important, you tell me." Song Yu insisted.

Cheng Yan didn't answer directly, but said vaguely: "Haven't I been fighting for so long?"

"Yes, you have played for a long time. It is understandable that you can help it as a hobby. I understand that you want to join the school team, but Cheng Yan, the school team in the south of the city is different. Do you need me to tell you? Chengnan's is to develop into the career of basketball, and to regard it as a road in the future. Of course, it's not all like this. Which one is it?"

Cheng Yan lowered his eyes with a guilty conscience. He didn't seriously consider this question, but he quickly got the answer when Song Yu asked. He was neither. He didn't want to regard basketball as his future career, nor did he love it enough. He had to do it, but he threw himself into the basketball and crazily attacked the school team. What was he thinking? Zhao Yibai had already raised such doubts earlier.

"You are neither." Song Yu looked at his eyebrows, the thick eyelashes cast shadows, "Cheng Yan, you want to join the school team, if you join this time, what about after that?"

"what?"

"If the situation inside is not what you want to see, not what you want, it may be very bitter and cruel, can you bear it?"

Cheng Yan didn't think about it, he couldn't naively think that the training of the school team was calm, he didn't know if he could bear the hardship, but he was inside...

Cheng Yan looked up at the person in front of him.

He is not much older, he is also at this age, they are far apart, Cheng Yan can't keep up with his footsteps, the only thing he can do is to shorten the gap between himself and him, even if it is only a little bit?

He has never worked his life for others, and he doesn't want to touch himself, he just likes a person, he just wants to be persistent for a person, even if the road ahead is difficult.

Because he was too good, he didn't want him to stand by his side, but he couldn't match him.

"I can."

That sound was decisive and decisive.

Song Yu didn't speak for a long time, he was lost in Cheng Yan's firm eyes, lowered his head, Song Yu was silent for a long time, then laughed, he raised his hand and raised the basketball high: "Come on then."