Super Heavy Artillery

　　 An Luo knows that basketball is not a sport for one person, but with his skills, he can only enjoy the purest happiness that basketball brings him when he is alone.

　　 An Luo's home is in a small town close to the capital of Shu. There is a small park not far from his home, but it has not been taken care of. There is a simple basketball court inside. When not in school, An Luo would go there every day to play basketball.

　　 Many times, this stadium belongs to him alone. It's like his independent kingdom, where he can enjoy freely, dribbling, shooting, layup...

　　 He doesn't want to talk about ideals with this old man, especially about basketball. The reality is cruel, it is enough to love it.

　　 The old lady looked at An Luo and shook his head. This boy really has no talent. But the joy from his heart when he played, reminded him a lot of past events. In those years, when people like me first started playing basketball, they were like this.

　　 People who love basketball are the happiest people. Because it will not disappoint anyone who loves it, never will.

　　 "Who taught you to play?"

"Ok?"

　　 An Luo was taken aback and was squeezed away by the old man who walked into the stadium again.

　　 The latter grabbed the rebound, then dribbled the ball outside the three-point line, stood on both feet, adjusted slightly, and jumped with both feet at the same time, and the basketball was thrown out.

　　Don't say, the shooting posture of this old man is really beautiful. Slender and straight, no signs of aging can be seen at all. It's a textbook-like base jumper, and it's impossible to shoot An Luo to death.

　　 "Who did I say taught you to play basketball?" The old man repeated the question, and added a sentence that made An Luo embarrassed and annoyed:

　　 "An idiot who misleads a child, no action is standard!"

　　 "No one taught! I learned it myself!"

　　 Anluo slumped his mouth and responded. It’s really bad, and I don’t rely on this to eat. I do what I do with such a standard movement! Is it that the requirements for a dam ball are so high?

　　 "Oh! No wonder!" The old man nodded as soon as he heard it.

　　 "Master! I'll play a dam ball when I'm fine, do I still have to practice like NBA and CBA players?" An Luo looked innocent.

　　 "Boy, you have to remember, if you really like basketball, don't lower your standards."

　　 It's been a long time, but this time he was not taunted, which surprised An Luo. Looking at the serious-looking uncle, he nodded slightly.

　　 But he still can't understand, what's the use of doing this! Can it be changed?

Forget it! Old man, keep a little bit. Respect the old and love the young, Chinese virtues, An Luo naturally understands!

　　 "If you are idle, I will teach you two hands. If you can learn well, it depends on your understanding."

　　 Hearing this, numerous question marks appeared on An Luo's head. What do you say? This pair of hermit masters made An Luo caught off guard! The co-author was mocking that just now, and finally waiting for me here! But I have to be willing to do anything!

　　 Of course, An Luo is still willing.

　　 After all, there is no loss in practicing skills. If you practice well, you can also show off on those stadiums.

　　 Thinking of this, An Luo is still a little excited!

　　 He admires those professional players most, who can play in such a good court under the gaze of thousands of people. If I had a chance, that would be great!

　　 But An Luo is self-aware, so he occasionally thinks about it, draws cakes to satisfy his hunger, and chats for comfort.

　　 Next, An Luo began to practice with Lao Luo. Every morning and every night, on this remote and simple court, there will always be this old and small figure.

　　Lao Luo is the old man who mocks An Luo. He also lives nearby. One of his daughters has moved to the capital city of Shu long ago. In the past few days, my wife went to his daughter's house in the city, and when he was idle, he went around and met An Luo who was playing football.

　　 To say that An Luo has no talent at all, that wouldn't be enough. At least, the comprehension ability is still very good.

　　An Luo doesn't know how those professional coaches train their players, but Luo really has two brushes. He is not the kind of preaching type. All his actions are personally demonstrated to An Luo, and then he is guided and corrected. It can be seen that this old man really understands basketball and is likely to have been a professional player. An Luo feels that he is far more professional than the school basketball coach who is said to be a retired CBA player. Maybe it's because he maintained his strength well!

　　 Old Luo taught things that made An Luo very disappointed at first. He thought he could learn some powerful kung fu, such as Jianglong and Jiuyin, but he asked him to practice Taizu Changquan every day. They are all the most basic things that Anluo thinks he can practice well. However, stick to it, it is really different!

"The nine-story platform rises from the exhausted soil; the embankment of a thousand miles collapses in the ant's nest. The foundation must be firm, and all the bells and whistles are based on excellent basic skills." This is what Lao Luo said from the beginning. It's clear.

　　 As a defender, you must first practice the tasks on your hands: practice the ability to sense basketball, control basketball and dominate basketball. The main thing is the proficiency of passing and receiving, shooting, dribbling, and the use of strength. The second is the kung fu on the feet: practice the ability to move the body's center of gravity, change the speed and control the steps. It is manifested in the proficiency of pedaling (ground), turning (body), and changing (shifting, changing direction) skills and the application of strength during offensive and defensive movements. Then there is the basic skills of the waist: practice the ability to control body balance and affect the shift of the body's center of gravity. It mainly shows the proficiency in controlling the balance and stretching of the body when moving or flying in the air. The last is the eyes: the eyes practice the ability to use the corner of the eye to expand the field of vision. It is manifested in the skill proficiency of wide field of vision, timely judgment and understanding of the audience situation.

　　 Of course, An Luo doesn't like the role of point guard, so the requirements for overall control are not so high. Scoring is his favorite.

　　 Training is boring and very tiring. Especially basic skills training. But An Luo persisted. Especially after he slowly understood Lao Luo's abilities, he practiced very seriously.

　　 For basketball, if you pay, you will gain. In just forty days, An Luo has undergone earth-shaking changes. If he was a primary school student before the training, he is about to graduate from junior high school now. Although being away from professional players is still like a moat, it is considered a master among ordinary people.

　　 But, he is like this! Lao Luo had no way to make him go further, after all, a clever woman could hardly cook without rice. In Lao Luo's words: the talent is exhausted, and the rest is to maintain the state.

　　"I won't come tomorrow!"

　　"Huh? Oh!"

　　 This day, finally came! However, An Luo was prepared. A few days earlier, the old man had been saying that his granddaughter had returned from abroad and he was going to Shudu.

　　"Will you come after that?" He likes to practice with this old man, even though the opponent's speech is more bitter, and his attitude is also very strong.

　　 "There is nothing I can teach you. You can do it yourself. Go out and play with others in the future. Basketball is not a sport for yourself!"

　　"Will you still play?" An Luo wanted to ask if the old man would play at this court in the future, UU reading www. uukanshu.com doesn't know how to say it will be different.

　　 "I don't actually like basketball!"

"Ok?"

　　 Is this old man starting to pretend again!

　　 don't you like it?

　　 I don’t like playing so well after a lot of age. How to let the one you like live!

　　 Sure enough, those who play well are old hooligan-like characters, and they have to pretend when they get the chance.

　　 "But my son likes it! Did you know? I built this stadium for him."

　　 "You still have a son!"

　　 An Luo was surprised. It seems that Lao Luo never mentioned his son. So An Luo always thought that this old man was just a daughter! But looking at the old man's expression, I am afraid that there is still a story in it!

　　 "I can't have a son? He is not like you, he is very talented!"

Hey! What's this? You have a son and you have a son, so why shoot me again!

　　 "But now he doesn't need it anymore! Give it to you!"

　　 These words shocked An Luo, I really thought that this stadium was yours

　　 But when he saw the thing that Lao Luo reached out and handed over, he knew that he wanted something wrong.

　　 That is a white bracelet.

　　 is a little yellow, it should be quite old. There is a sentence printed on the bracelet: It'sfantastic!

　　 Well, this old man is also a cold-hearted character, so he gave a small gift as parting.

　　 "This is my son's bracelet! He used it to play ball here."

　　 "What happened later?" An Luo was a little curious.

　　 "Later! Then he went out!"