Basketball glory

"Listen, An Ran. If you want to go further with dribbling, you can't just limit yourself to movements."

After a few days of basic ball control, An Ran clearly felt that his control of the ball was much better.

But if we want to go further and achieve a breakthrough, we still have a long way to go.

"Ann, do you know how Kyrie Irving practices handling the ball?"

I believe that for everyone, Irving's man-ball control is a dream.

An Ran is no stranger to him. This super point guard's coquettish skills and gorgeous style of play are rarely seen on street courts. At the same time, his highly entertaining breakthroughs have a strong impact.

Is one of the most efficient point guards in the league.

"He is my idol. I heard that he practiced by putting a plastic bag on the ball."

"You wouldn't be?"

"Didn't you agree to turn me into a super scorer?"

Hearing Smith's words, An Ran was stunned for a moment, and then asked in a flurry of words.

"Stop, stop, stop! What do you know."

"First of all, it's difficult to practice shooting, not to mention you don't even have to use the basket."

"It's not easy to have a basketball for you to practice with every day!"

Of course An Ran understands this truth

"But didn't you say that no one wants a person without shooting ability, even if he can handle the ball as well as a G League guard?"

"Oh my god, do you want to be that guy who neither shoots nor handles the ball?"

An Ran thought about it and found that it was indeed the case, so she shook her head to indicate that she was wrong.

"I don't know what your shooting level was before, but now, what I have to do is to improve your ball handling."

"Since no one wants the ball-handling skills of guards in the G League, then we will train to the level of top guards in the NBA!"

An Ran expressed serious doubts about this. It is not surprising that he thought so.

First of all, most of China's domestic players do not have solid basic skills, and they do not pay enough attention to this aspect.

Secondly, it is very difficult for NBA top guards to reach the level even if they only control the ball.

These days, Smith has practiced with himself countless times emergency stops and starts, dribbling from the hip, pulling back from the hip to connect with stepback, etc.

The endless practice of basic skills made An Ran feel a little boring, but he still persevered.

"Did you see the wall opposite?" Smith suddenly asked.

An Ran raised his head and made a visual inspection: "About 100 meters, what's wrong?"

"How long does it take you to run back and forth?"

"Now?"

"Yes, now!"

An Ran looked up again and shook his head.

"There are too many people. There is no way to sprint."

Indeed, during exercise time, almost all healthy prisoners will be driven to this indoor square.

Although the indoor square is very huge, even the size of a football field.

But if you remove a basketball court, remove the fitness equipment, and then have more than a thousand people standing there, it will look extremely crowded.

From An Ran's point of view, it is extremely difficult to travel back and forth.

Not only can't you sprint, but you'll bump into someone if you're not careful.

Anyone who has ever experienced running in a downtown area knows that if someone avoids you, it will increase the obstacles and even cause a stampede.

"You wouldn't be?"

Seeing An Ran's stunned look, Smith nodded proudly.

"Go ahead, I believe you."

The way he smiled made An Ran's hair stand on end.

I pretended to run out because I also wanted to try what it felt like.

"etc!"

Just when An Ran took a big step forward, he heard Smith's voice.

Then it stopped suddenly, with a creaking sound, and managed to stand still. Then I looked back curiously, with a look of being fooled, and seemed extremely unhappy.

"Run with the ball."

"..."

"Too slow, too slow, enough for three minutes. Is this really your true level?"

Seeing Smith's distressed look, An Ran almost punched him.

"What do you know? My ball was kicked by some bastard, and then it flew far away. When I got it back,"

"Don't explain, who got you kicked?"

An Ran gasped for air and argued with Smith angrily.

It went very smoothly at the beginning. After running forty or fifty meters, there were suddenly more people, so the basketball he was carrying was stabbed out by a black foot at the right moment.

As soon as he realized it, he turned around to see where the ball had gone, and he bumped into a little fat man.

In order to avoid injury, you can only fall sideways.

It took a long time to find the ball.

But Smith gave him no time to explain.

"Take a break and continue again."

In normal times, a total length of 200 meters is nothing.

But in such a densely populated area, it is really difficult to guard against evil hands. Even if no one does anything bad, there are endless people blocking you in front of you.

An Ran recalled that when running just now, many situations seemed to be the same as on the court.

There is someone defending in front, helping to defend from the side, and the defender steals the ball. The smaller one is better than the larger one.

The more An Ran thought about it, the brighter his eyes became.

Smith, who was watching all this, smiled and nodded, indicating that his guess was correct, that's it.

After such a disturbance, the entire indoor square became chaotic.

"I'll try again, I'll definitely do it this time."

As he said that, he touched the basketball with his toes and it flew into his hand. An Ran bounced the basketball and rushed out again.

"Hey buddy, run."

"This way, come this way."

"If I go, who will squeeze me and make me no longer want to live?"

"Are you sick? What is your name?"

"I just yelled, and it bothered you?"

This time, even though they were mentally prepared, those who knew what happened just now were afraid that the world would not be in chaos and cause trouble.

Someone saw An Ran rushing over, and their first reaction was not to dodge, but to try to steal his ball.

Others wanted to bump into him and grab the ball to play with themselves.

As a result, the actions continued to escalate, causing small-scale chaos.

There were even crowds of people, which made An Ran feel miserable.

Only by constantly changing lines can we prevent the ball from being disconnected.

He kept making sudden stops and starts, turning around to pass people, and rushing forward slowly through the gaps between people.

"Do you want to intervene?"

Seeing that the scene was somewhat chaotic, a prison guard came forward to ask for instructions.

"Let's look at it again, it's still interesting." Martin just laughed.

It's like a catfish mixed in with a group of sardines, causing it to boil instantly.

Seeing that the scene did not continue to be chaotic, several prison guards in the stands did not speak again.

"Oh my god, this kid is so fierce."

Several people who were practicing shooting on the court saw this scene not far away, and their mouths opened in shock.

"What are you looking at? Keep training."

Grant's words brought several people back to their senses.

"Little brother, here, here."

Just to the right of An Ran, a female prisoner weighing nearly 200 pounds waved to herself.

Looking up, An Ran shivered all over.

Nothing more was said, and there was no response.

The body, which was just about to break through to the right, stopped in a hurry.

One rushed to the left in disguise.