Basketball boy, starting to shine from the slam dunk

"Kyle."

Zhuang Yu opened his hand towards Anderson, and Anderson passed the ball over. After receiving the ball, Zhuang Yu took a step to the side, and then suddenly pulled up.

This time, his jumping speed was very fast, and it looked very abrupt, like thunder from the ground, suddenly jumping up and rising rapidly.

At the same time, Zhuang Yu held the basketball with his right hand and protected the ball with his left hand. When he jumped to the highest point, he flicked his wrist.

boom!

There was a muffled sound, iron struck.

Anderson was a little embarrassed and advised: "Well, how about you follow the previous action and speed up the wrist shaking. I think you just lack training. You can definitely improve your hit rate by spending a little more time."

"No." Zhuang Yu shook his head. He looked at Anderson and said seriously: "Maybe give me some time, I can do it, but all we lack is time. It will be the semi-finals soon. If we win the semi-finals , there are finals and even championships to come.”

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"I don't have time to practice slowly."

Anderson was silent. He opened his mouth. Before he could speak, Zhuang Yu said again: "Instead of controlling the movement of the wrist, we must ensure that the shot is fast, stable and accurate. Just take off faster and keep the hand movements unchanged. That’s obviously easier, isn’t it?”

This left Anderson speechless. He knew that Zhuang Yu was right. It would definitely not be easy to adjust the movements of his hands and change his accustomed shooting rhythm and movements. It would take a long time of training. In comparison, it's much easier to just jump as fast as possible.

"Okay." Anderson stopped trying to persuade him and just passed the ball to Zhuang Yu silently.

The second time I still hit the iron, but the third time it hit, then the fourth time, the fifth time...

After making more than a dozen shots in a row, Anderson was surprised to find that Zhuang Yu's take-off speed was getting faster and faster, but his hit rate was getting higher and higher, and his progress was astonishingly fast.

"Sure enough, it's much easier just to change the take-off action." Zhuang Yu himself realized it. With a flick of his wrist, the basketball flew out from his fingertips, drew a beautiful arc, and finally penetrated the net, leaving another hollow hit.

When the 100 shots were over, Zhuang Yu's shooting percentage had improved a lot.

This shocked Anderson, who said with admiration on his face: "Your talent is so terrifying, you have mastered this shooting skill so quickly."

"There is still a way to master it, but it has just improved a bit." Zhuang Yu said with a smile: "In the end, the most important thing about shooting is the hands, not the legs. The movements of the hands change a little bit, even if it is just the last moment when the index finger touches the ball. If there is a slight deviation, the ball may not go in. But the movement of the legs has changed slightly, and the impact on the ball is not that big."

Of course, leg strength is also very important in shooting movements.

It's just that there's another level of importance.

This is basketball after all, and the ball comes out of your hands, not your feet.

Therefore, it is often seen in games that a player is uncomfortable taking off, and his body is obviously bent when he jumps, but he still shoots the ball in the end.

This actually depends on the player's physical coordination, core strength, and upper body stability, especially the stability of the arms.

Players who have reached a certain level are excellent in body coordination, core strength, and stability of shooting movements. At this time, some deviations in the legs can be adjusted by themselves in the air.

For players with low level, the impact of leg force will be greater.

With Zhuang Yu's physical fitness, core strength, and movement stability, even if he jumps faster and more hastily, it will not have a great impact on his shooting.

"It seems like this really works." Zhuang Yu smiled and gave Anderson a thumbs up, "You are still smart."

"Hehe..." Anderson grinned.

In fact, the reason why Zhuang Yu didn't expect to be completely obsessed with the authorities is that as a shooting master, he was thinking about how to challenge a higher level of difficulty, rather than lowering it.

So what he thought of was to change the movements of his hands and try to complete the shooting action in the shortest time, rather than jumping up as fast as possible.

After resting for a while, Zhuang Yu returned to the court to continue training...

Zhuang Yu didn't end the training until he made 500 mid-range shots, and these 500 mid-range shots were all completed at an extremely fast take-off speed.

When Zhuang Yu finished training, Anderson clicked his tongue repeatedly and shouted, "I've never seen anyone train like you, you work so hard."

Zhuang Yu smiled and said to himself that I can't do it if I don't fight. How can I win if I don't fight?

......

The next day, Coach Holland obtained the video of the USC-Utah game and asked the team's video analyst to edit it.

This time he did not wait for the training to end. Instead, he called the players to the video analysis room before the training started and analyzed the video while watching the video.

After this was done, he let the players return to the court and explained the tactics for dealing with the University of Southern California to the players, and then the players went on the field to practice.

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Time is too tight.

After all, tomorrow is the semifinals.

When the training was over, Coach Holland clapped his hands and signaled everyone to disperse. Then he looked at Zhuang Yu and warned: "Go back and rest early to conserve your physical fitness. There will be a game tomorrow."

It is no secret that Zhuang Yu stays for extra practice after every training. Everyone knows this.

"Yeah." Zhuang Yu responded.

However, he did not go back immediately. He stayed and practiced for another half hour.

......

Today's UCL is particularly lively, because today is the day when the finals start, UCLAVS University of Southern California.

Because UCLA defeated the University of Oregon and successfully advanced to the semifinals, it also took the opponent's position and had home court advantage.

Therefore, the game is held at UCL!

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"We must win this game."

"Yes, as long as we win this game, we can advance to the finals, and maybe we can win the Pac-12 League championship."

"Don't worry, we even won the University of Oregon. Are we still afraid of the University of Southern California? We will definitely win."

In the auditorium, the home fans arrived early.

Not only UCL students, but also many UCL fans from outside. Tong Qian and Zhao Yuanyang also came to the arena, and naturally He Guang was also indispensable.

The three of them sat together, feeling a little nervous.

This game is very important. If UCLA can win, it will advance to the finals and have a chance to win the PAC0-12 league championship.

You know, UCLa is seventh in the regular season. They are like a dark horse, and they defeated the University of Oregon in an upset. If they win the semifinals, reach the finals, and win the championship, it will be awesome. Big.

“The guys from USC are here.”

The uproar erupted.

I saw a group of players approaching, they were players from the University of Southern California, and the fans in the audience burst into loud boos, and the roar swept towards the away team.

Moments later, the home team players also appeared.

"Zhuang Yu, Zhuang Yu..."

"Zhuang, I love you."

"Come on ucla!"

Suddenly, the cheers were thunderous.

The fans shouted Zhuang Yu's name, and the sound almost overturned the stadium.

This surprised the USC players. The boos from the home fans just now failed to scare them, but now they were shocked by Zhuang Yu's terrifying popularity.