Campus Basketball Storm (Part 3)

Mysterious new coach

Shang Lin'an was sitting on the crowded bus. It was time to get off work. A large number of people filled each bus. Shang Lin tried hard to lean into the window, while poking his head out to breathe. The turbid air in the car was really unbearable.

"I'd beaten up if I had known it!" Shang Lin said a word, and glanced at the two luggage bags piled under the seat at the corner of his eyes, and couldn't help but think regretfully.

The bus was driving slowly on the same crowded avenue, making Shang Lin feel what the speed of a snail was. Shang Lin looked out the window and sighed boredly.

We arrived at another station, a few people got off, and a few people got on. The same number of passengers were maintained on the bus, and slowly started to crawl towards the next station.

With the start of the bus, a huge colorful poster on the station sign slowly entered Shanglin's eyes.

This is a typical basketball star promotional poster. Several players wearing jerseys of various colors either hold the ball or dunk it. A colorful art letter next to it is sticking to the upper left corner of the poster: National Nike Cup High School Basketball Competition.

"Oh, it turns out to be a Nike cup!" Shang Lin muttered in his heart and glanced at the poster.

The posture of a golfer suddenly attracted Shang Lin. He grabbed the ball with one hand and placed it on his waist, bent and stretched his feet very vigorously, while his eyes were always staring ahead. How did he say this posture? It was obvious that this was an air movement, but because there was no background picture, it was difficult to understand what the final result of this movement was.

However, Shang Lin knew that when he saw the player's posture, he was surprised. This was a very obvious prelude to the slam dunk of a cyclone windmill. If he was in the United States, Shang Lin might not be surprised, but it came from a person with the same skin color as himself, which surprised Shang Lin.

This is just a promotional altitude, perhaps the edited effect. Shang Lin thought roughly.

"Hehe! Is this the style of Chinese basketball?" Shang Lin smiled softly, full of disdain.

Alas! This is not what I want to think about. I came back here just to relax myself, that's all. Shang Lin warned himself that the month's vacation was about to pass, and in three days, he would go back to the United States. Alas! America? A country that makes me feel a little tired of. If it weren't for my ideals that could be realized, Shang Lin really didn't want to go back, but this was helpless. In China, here, my ideals could not be realized.

The rigid tactics, the mechanized management system, and the players who disgusted Shang Lin the most, all of them had no personality, were stubborn and rigid in their movements. The basketball in their hands was like a noble woman holding a piece of shit in her hand, making people feel stomach churning.

Shang Lin was very disappointed, really disappointed. In fact, during this holiday, he had several places to choose from, including the charming scenery of Italy, the classical flavor of Spain, and the South American mainland that he admired more. But he still chose to return to his motherland. Nian's family is of course a reason, but the most important thing is Shang Lin's basketball heart that wants to take off for the motherland's sports career.

But this month, Shang Lin has traveled all the most developed basketball areas in the motherland, but he has achieved disappointment but also disappointment.

There is no player here that can reflect my value, no, none! The discouraged Shang Lin unexpectedly received an invitation call from his friend Wang Shang for many years. He asked him to come to Nanjing to play and gather to talk about his wishes that he had not met for many years.

As soon as he got off the plane, Shang Lin made a mistake. He wanted to take the bus to see the cityscape of Nanjing, but he didn't expect that the bus would have such a scenery, which made Shang Lin lose his appetite.

"Dum!" The car stopped again, and Shang Lin couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. It was impossible to stay here. It would be better to go to Wang Shang's place. When Shang Lin saw that there was a basketball court behind the site, the familiar sound of slapping the ball and shouting made Shang Lin feel a little moved.

"Get out!" Shang Lin decided to come down.

After turning a few detours, Shang Lin had already walked into the court with his luggage bag. This was a court with only two fields, with a small stand on each side and surrounded by barbed wire. This structure gave Shang Lin a feeling of returning to the street basketball in the United States. He casually found a seat. Shang Lin sat down and watched the jumping figure of the court.

After a glance, Shang Lin was a little disappointed. He couldn't even find a 1.8-meter-eight person here. The people who play basketball are all very amateur in terms of movements and postures, and can even be described as not being able to play basketball at all.

"Oh!" Shang Lin sighed, lying there under the golden sunset sunlight.

A group of teenagers walked down the court in excited conversation, and sat in the stands in the row of stands under Shanglin.

"Hey, Brother Yang, your move was so handsome just now! He completely threw him away, and then he got them off with a layup, haha!" A young man laughed.

"What's this? If you throw it away, you'll have a flying button, you'll be so cool that you'll have nothing to say!" The boy called Brother Yang replied sighing.

"Feiku? Don't think about it! Do you think you are little Kobe!" The boy wearing a No. 10 black jersey next to Brother Yang smiled and patted Brother Yang's shoulder.

"Damn, why do you compare me with Kobe? Aren't you laughing at me?" Brother Yang shouted in dissatisfaction.

"Haha, kidding, but this year's selection competition is really exciting. Beiyang No. 12 Middle School overturned all 9 Middle School and won the national Nike Cup qualification. It's such a big dark horse!" The No. 10 boy smiled.

"Yes! But it's normal to think about it. There is Kobe Little from the 12th Middle School and a group of experts. It's normal to defeat No. 9th Middle School!" Brother Yang analyzed.

"Well, I really want to go to Beiyang and see how Kobe plays basketball!" The 10th boy suddenly said yearning.

"Ha, it's the same as I think, but we can wait!" Brother Yang smiled mysteriously.

"Why do you say that!" a group of teenagers gathered next to the boss and asked in unison.

"Are you all stupid? You will return to Nanjing on April 12th Middle School to hold a national competition! You know, Nanjing is the home court of the Jiangsu champion. At that time, we will naturally see Kobe Little! " Brother Yang said proudly.

"That's it! Haha, that's great. I must go and see it when the time comes!" The teenagers cheered in unison.

"Who said no! Then I guarantee you, you will definitely be extremely happy!" Brother Yang stood up, patted his chest, and sweared.

Shang Lin, who was sitting above, vaguely heard the content of the group of teenagers talking, "Little Kobe?" Shang Lin thought suspiciously.

Nowadays, young people who like basketball don’t talk about NBA stars, but why do these teenagers admire this person nicknamed Kobe so much?

Who is this little Kobe who makes them admire him so much?

"Hi! Hello!" Shang Lin greeted the young men who were chatting enthusiastically.

The teenagers looked at the middle-aged man sitting on them up several steps in a strange way. He had a short hair of 300% and 70% in detail, and was very delicate. He had a suit-style resting outfit, and his facial features were very good, but his eyes looked very sharp, and he felt like he was a very serious adult.

"Is there anything wrong?" Brother Yang, as the boss, naturally stood up first.

"It's nothing, I'm disturbing you. I just wanted to ask, who is the little Kobe you just mentioned?" Shang Lin felt the alert of these teenagers and couldn't help but smile and ask politely.

"Don't you know little Kobe?" The teenagers couldn't help but stared wide.

Shang Lin was stunned. From their eyes, he clearly saw contempt. Be good, why didn’t he know that a person would have such a big reaction?

"That's right. I just came from another place and I was a basketball guy." As he said that, Shang Lin walked down, picked up the basketballs that the boys placed on the ground, made the move of dribbling down, and then smiled and said, "I heard your chat just now, so I became interested in this nickname called Kobe Little!

"First of all, I will correct it. It's not nicknamed Little Kobe, but it's Little Kobe!" Brother Yang's face slowed down, but his tone was serious.

"Oh!" Shang Lin nodded with a wry smile.

"Since you want to know, you can buy the latest basketball newspapers and magazines, and you will understand!" The No. 10 boy said.

"Oh, is he very famous?" Shang Lin asked.

"That's natural, the NO.1 that is recognized in Jiangsu now!" Another young man said proudly.

"Sounds great!" Shang Lin said with a low smile.

"If you don't believe it, just watch his game or video it. Then you will definitely admire him like us! I am a student of No. 9 Middle School. That day I admire him after watching the game between No. 12 Middle School and our alma mater No. 9 Middle School!" Brother Yang saw the middle-aged man's disbelief and said seriously.

"Oh, is that right? He is still a student!" Shang Lin was stunned.

"Yes, it's as big as us! But I don't know how high my skills are than us!" A young man immediately called out.

"He is 1.91 meters tall, and he is very bouncing. He can do any dunk move!"

"What a big windmill, what a change of hand!"

When the teenagers talked about dunking, they all got excited and started talking all over.

"No, he can also jump from the free throw line and dunk!" a teenager shouted.

"What?" Shang Lin's funny expression froze and he blurted out.

"Dunk from the free throw line!" The boy repeated it, with a proud face, as if Kobe was his family.

"Is this true?" Shang Linquan had a sceptical expression.

"Of course, everyone in Beiyang knows it! Who doesn't know how powerful Kobe Kobe is in Hanshan Ball King!" No. 10 said proudly, then raised his finger and pointed at himself, "I am from Beiyang!"

"King of Hanshan Ball?" Shang Lin laughed. This little Kobe's nickname is not ordinary!

"Believe it or not, anyway, if you are interested, go to Beiyang by yourself and ask whoever I am bragging!" No. 10 shouted with a red face.

"I won't tell him anymore, let's play basketball!" Brother Yang felt that the middle-aged man had mental problems, so he waved his hand and led his companions away in an instant.

Looking at the backs of the teenagers, Shang Lin shrugged his shoulders and said to himself: "It's pure fiction!"

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"Lao Shang, this meal is good!" Wang Shang sat down with wine and looked at his old friend sitting on the sofa carrying toothpicks.

"Well, Chinese food is still delicious! Western food! It's really not of grade!" Shang Lin smiled with satisfaction.

"Haha, then you won't come back yet. What's the point of being alone in the United States?" Wang Shang took the opportunity to express his thoughts.

Shang Lin waved his hand and said, "There are still many things there, how can you just leave!"

"It's okay!" Wang Shang was silent for a while and asked.

"It's not bad!" Shang Lin shrugged his shoulders.

"Do you have anybody you like now?" Wang Shang leaned into his mouth and asked in a blink of an eye.

"Don't talk to me about this. I'm only under 35 years old. It's not time, it's not time!" Shang Lin waved his hand immediately.

"You know Thirty-five, look, my son is almost in the first grade. If you look at you, you don't even have a partner! Are you not afraid?" Wang Shang said worriedly.

"What are you afraid of? It's enough for me to have basketball with you!" Shang Lin said with a funny look.

Wang Shang sighed and pointed at Shang Lin and said dissatisfiedly: "You know basketball. Look at you, you don't know how to play basketball, why do you want to fight basketball like you have to live!"

"Oh, A Shang, you don't understand!" Shang Lin sighed. In the United States, people like him have a unified synonym: academic school.

All academics start from theory and strictly use appropriate tactics to counterattack or suppress according to the situation on the scene.

But they are almost like normal people. They may not be able to play basketball at all, but for a game, their command art is luxurious and gorgeous. It can be said that they are a group of tactical masters full of wisdom!

The current NBA coaches and playing styles are divided into academic and player sects. Players are retired stars. They fully understand basketball because they have lived and breathed in the sport of basketball for decades. What they understand about basketball is completely different from that of academic.

The tactics are very flexible and changeable. In addition, I am a experienced person, so I naturally understand and understand the psychological conditions of the players on the field very well, and use them even to mobilize everything, including sensational words, to achieve victory.

It would be too simple to identify the coach as that school. Height is a very obvious identification. Of course, it can also be identified from the tactics they are arranging and speaking tone. Don’t think that this is not important. In the NBA, the open and secret struggle between the player and the academic schools exists all the time.

Some people say that the academic and the player sect cannot blend like ice and fire. One is calm as ice and the other is passionate.

However, Shang Lin did not think so. He was from the academy, but he consciously learned about the characteristics of the player group. He wanted to find a way to merge from these two paths. He firmly believed that if he could do it, then basketball would rise to a new peak.
To be continued...