Basketball boy, starting to shine from the slam dunk

"I didn't expect Jiangning No. [-] Middle School to win."

"I didn't expect Dongyuan No. [-] Middle School, which owns the Twin Towers, ace player Yang Yi, and excellent sixth player Xu Haidong, to lose to Jiangning No. [-] Middle School."

"It started in the third quarter. Dongyuan No. [-] Middle School actually lost in the third quarter, and the loss was due to the confrontation with Jiangning No. [-] Middle School. It's a pity, if they didn't fight against Jiangning No. [-] Middle School, they would have firmly controlled The rhythm, the loser is probably Jiangning No. [-] Middle School."

"How can there be so many ifs? The stadium is like a battlefield. The situation is changing rapidly. Anything can happen. This is basketball."

"Too......"

The dust of the game has settled, and the fans in the audience have calmed down, and they can objectively comment on today's game.

Many people feel that it is a pity that Dongyuan No. [-] Middle School lost, but they have to admit that Jiangning No. [-] Middle School is very strong, and the coach is very courageous and courageous.

"Let's go." Zhou Zhiming stood up and asked his nephew, "When is the next game of Jiangning No. [-] Middle School? Forget it, let's wait for the knockout round."

"Ah, uncle, are you still coming?" Zhou An was surprised.

This time, I dragged my uncle to come here, mainly because I wanted my uncle to be a free driver, and he was at school, so it was convenient to call my uncle.

Zhou Zhiming smiled and said: "This Jiangning No. [-] Middle School is very interesting. It is rare to see such a team among domestic high school teams. I want to see how far they can go."

Zhou An responded, grinning and said: "I also really want to know if they can make it to the quarter-finals, or even the semi-finals, finals?"

The two left the arena.

Zhou Zhiming came to the parking lot and drove back to Dongyuan City.

Speaking of which, both of them and Dongyuan No. [-] Middle School are from Dongyuan City, but they are not fans of Dongyuan No. [-] Middle School, and they don't know much about Dongyuan No. [-] Middle School.

......

Two hours later.

The uncle and nephew returned to Dongyuan City, and the car came to the gate of a school. On the gate of the school was written "Dongyuan Basketball School".

"Drip..."

Zhou Zhiming honked the horn, and stuck his head out of the window to greet the guard. The guard was an old man. He pushed the brim of his hat to see who was coming. He immediately laughed. While opening the electric fence, he said: "Zhou Zhiming The assistant is back."

"Yeah." Zhou Zhiming nodded with a smile, drove the car into the school, stopped in the parking space near the teaching building, and said to Zhou An: "Get out of the car and go back to class quickly."

"Oh." Zhou An immediately jumped out of the car and ran away.

Looking at the back of his nephew, Zhou Zhiming showed a smile, walked to the other side, and came to the office building of the faculty and staff.

I saw many people along the way and greeted him.

"Assistant Zhou is back."

"Where did Assistant Zhou go in the afternoon? Coach Ike was still looking for you just now."

Hearing that Coach Ike was looking for him, Zhou Zhiming raised his eyebrows and asked, "Oh, what's the matter with Coach Ike looking for me? Is he still here? I'll go find him right now."

One person pouted at the office: "Yes. It seems to be a matter of the training plan. I heard that the training plan will be adjusted, but I don't know the details."

Zhou Zhiming nodded.

This school is a teaching model that combines professional training and cultural learning, aiming at cultivating outstanding young basketball players. The school is under semi-military management. The school is not big, but it is very professional.

Because it is the NBA's first basketball training center in the world, and it is a "pilot project" of the NBA. In order to show the importance it attaches to this "project", the NBA company even sent Ron Ike, the technical director of basketball and a well-known coach. , as the head coach of the school.

And Zhou Zhiming is the assistant and translator of coach Ike. He has the experience of studying in the United States and can be regarded as a basketball veteran.

Before arriving at Coach Ike's office, Zhou Zhiming knocked on the door.

A voice quickly came from inside: "Please come in."

Zhou Zhiming pushed open the door and went in, only to see an old white man who was over seventy years old and most of his hair was bald sitting at the desk, writing something.

He is coach Ron Eck.

"Coach Ike." Zhou Zhiming shouted.

Coach Ike raised his head with a gentle smile, waved his hand at Zhou Zhiming, motioned him to sit down, and asked, "I heard you went to watch the game, did you go to the CBA game?"

"No." Zhou Zhiming was a little surprised. I didn't expect that Coach Ike didn't talk about the business, but asked him what game he was going to watch, but he still replied: "It's a high school basketball game, and the two sides are the championship teams of two cities. .”

"Oh, the high school basketball league?" Coach Ike seemed to be interested, "Then they should be teenagers, about the same age as the students in our school. Come, tell me about this game, I am very grateful interest."

Zhou Zhiming understood immediately.

Because the participants were also a group of teenagers, similar to the students of Dongyuan Basketball School, that's why Coach Ike was so interested.

Immediately, he talked about the game, and finally couldn't help but comment: "This is a wonderful game, especially Jiangning No. [-] Middle School, which left a deep impression on me. Their style of play is similar to that of most high schools in China. Teams are different, and I don't know if that's the way they play or if they have to do it because of the height of the opponent."

"But they were really good, a really good group of lads."

After listening, Coach Ike nodded and said: "It sounds very good. If I have the opportunity, I will go and have a look. Alright, let's talk about work now."

Zhou Zhiming nodded. He didn't take Coach Ike's words seriously. Coach Ike was very busy and probably didn't have time to watch it.

......

A bus was driving on the highway from Nan'an to Jiangning, and the basketball team of Jiangning No. [-] Middle School was on board.

Everyone didn't talk, starting in the morning, returning in the evening, and there was a game in between, this kind of arrangement was really tiring.

A group of players were resting with their eyes closed. Zhuang Yu was also sleeping, but he felt an itchy nose. He rubbed his nose subconsciously. When he opened his eyes, it was An Xin's hair blown by the air conditioner, scratching his nose. up to his nose.

An Xin also leaned on the seat to sleep, she slept very quietly, with her eyes closed, she was a little less capable and a little more soft.

Seeing that An Xin was asleep, Zhuang Yu didn't wake her up. He glanced at his teammates. Everyone was sleeping, but...the coach wasn't.

Coach Yang Guohui was sitting in front with a notebook on his lap, as if he was writing something.

I couldn't see what was written, but Zhuang Yu couldn't help being in awe. The players worked hard, and so did the coach.

During the game, the coach needs to line up troops, and after the game, the coach needs to analyze and summarize the game. Even everyone in the car is resting, while the coach is still working.

"Coach." Zhuang Yu whispered.

"Huh?" Coach Yang Guohui turned his head.

Zhuang Yu said: "Coach, are you still busy? Take a rest, you also have to pay attention to your body."

Yang Guohui smiled gratifiedly, and said: "It's okay, it's just that today's game has brought me some inspiration, I'll write it down, and it will be fine soon."

inspired?

Zhuang Yu was taken aback, thinking about today's game, he couldn't help nodding. He also felt that today's game was very rewarding, and he had to make a good summary when he went back.