重生之篮球战场指挥家9630

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It’s already dark outside the window.
Fan Li got up and stretched himself, picked up the basketball at his feet and played with it in his hand.
Feeling the rough touch brought by basketball, Fan Li made a shot and gently threw the ball against the wall, and did not forget to dub the basketball "Whew!"
Basketball hit the wall and bounced back to the ground. It bounced back to Fan Li’s feet.
There are still two days before the knockout stage. Maybe I really have no fate with basketball.
Alas, Fan Li gave a long sigh.
I suddenly remembered that I played the game with the experimental middle school for a short time of ten minutes, but Fan Li always forgot the wonderful feeling when the basketball net rubbed these days, the feeling that the world was left with myself and basketball, and it felt so good to score.
But … Do I really have a chance to run hard on the court?
Thought of here, Fan Li lost his head and bowed his head quickly. Let’s hurry up and write.
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Sun Jiangjun kept the cap and let the basketball fly straight out of bounds.
Sun Yu’s whole right palm has been numb with great strength through basketball.
"Xiaoyu" Sun Jiangjun picked up the basketball and held it in his hand. "Do you know what I mean?"
"A little short of the best shooter?"
"yes"
"But I always feel that compared with many shooters, I still have a big gap, just like the experimental captain is also a shooter the day after tomorrow …"
"Xiaoyu!" Sun Jiangjun interrupted Sun Yu’s unfinished words. "That little gap is here."
Sun Yu leng one.
"Do you know that the most important thing for a shooter is not his body, his skill, but his heart?" Sun Jiangjun’s deep voice made Sun Yu feel that a bright door seemed to be opened in front of him.
"A shooter with strong self-confidence is a really good shooter, rather than saying whether a shooter is good or not. His body is his soul."
"Soul …" Sun Yu murmured Sun Jiangjun’s words.
"Yes" Sun Jiangjun nodded his head.
"Every shooter has the most proud soul. Even if they fail, they will stand proudly." Sun Jiangjun smiled. "Are you white? The shooter is thinking about the question, not whether I can shoot or not, but how many I want to shoot. They are the most fearless in the field. They bet on every shot. You must believe in yourself. You must believe that you can control the whole game if you want. "
Sun Jiangjun gave the ball to Sun Yu "Come on shooter"
Come on, shooter
Shooter, shooter, shooter.
This word is like an arrow penetrating several times, which prevents the penetrating gas from penetrating his skin, and the blood directly shoots into Sun Yu’s heart, and the heart speeds up and jumps.
Shooter. I’m a real shooter.
So what am I afraid of?
Come on, come on, I want to beat all my opponents with my hands.
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"Come on in," Fan Li responded with an expression when he heard his father knocking at the door.
After finishing the last job, Fan Li packed up his things and put them in his bag, then turned his head and looked at Dad who had been sitting for five minutes without talking.
"Xiao Fan" Li Jun seems to have been thinking for a long time before his mouth is general.
"Huh?" Fan Li put her bag in her seat and looked out of the window.
"Do you hate that Dad won’t let you play basketball?"
Fan Li body seems to be a sudden silence.
Hate? Fan Li smiled bitterly in his heart. Every time his father told him what to do and what not to do like Wei, the picture flashed in front of him.
….. I take what to hate you, how dare I hate you?