Chapter 5 5. Snake players are elusive
On the way home, Zhang Yang looked at his shooting value which only increased by 92 points after two hours of training and didn't pay much attention to it.

It is worth it to correct the mistakes at the beginning of training and save a hundred or eighty points in shooting value in one training session.

He also met DeRozan and received his guidance.

When it comes to playing basketball, there's a huge difference between having someone teach you and having no one teach you.

The first day of training, he felt, was a good start.

After a day of training, he felt that the first mission of the 'Gate of Experience' was not difficult and could definitely be completed before the school team recruited new members after the start of the new semester.

When he thought of this, he felt a little annoyed.

The Hillside High School he attended, also known as the "halfway point" high school, is a private high school with excellent academic performance, but the school is not large. The total number of students in the four grades from 9 to 12 is less than a thousand, and it is not classified as a first-level school by CIF (California Interscholastic Federation).

Regarding the level of high school competitions in California, I have some understanding that there is a huge gap in comprehensive sports strength between CIF Level 1 schools and non-Level 1 schools. This is because the CIF system is very rigid. Many states' high school leagues have a promotion and relegation system, but CIF does not. The larger the school size and the more students it has, the higher the school level.

Therefore, junior high school students who have athletic talent and want to pursue this path all try their best to go to first-tier schools, as non-first-tier schools simply cannot get any students.

The same is true for coaching resources and other aspects. Capable coaches have all gone to first-level schools.

When selecting talents in California, the school teams of famous universities will not focus on athletes from non-CIF Division I schools.

But he just finished his first year of high school, which is grade 9. There are still 3 years left. Will he transfer to another school in the future?

After feeling annoyed for a while, he decided to ignore it for the time being. There was no point in thinking so much. The most important thing was to improve his own strength first.

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After a night's rest, Zhang Yang woke up on time just after 6 o'clock the next morning. As usual, he waited until the alarm went off at 6:06, then turned off the alarm and got up.

Staying in bed for a few minutes was the original person's pleasure when he got up in the morning, and he chose to inherit it.

He trained for more than 5 hours yesterday. Although the training intensity was not high, the volume was large. He was worried that he would have back and leg pain today.

But he didn't feel anything unusual when he got up.

Thank you for keeping exercising for the past five years since I came to the United States!
If you ask an American student about his impression of Chinese students, he will tell you that they get A's in both sports and academics, are muscular when they take off their clothes, are usually very kind, careful, even "reasonable", and can tolerate anything. But if someone says they are Japanese, he will pin the person to the ground and beat him up, even if he can't beat them...

Originally, I was a "standard Chinese student" in the eyes of American students.

This is also related to his mother's strict education. His mother did not allow him to become a weak person. In the first two years after he came to the United States, his mother had been urging him to exercise.

However, the original body found a sport he liked, which was baseball. Even though he was not good at it, he enjoyed it and developed a good habit of long-term exercise.

After washing up, Zhang Yang took the kettle to the store downstairs to get hot water, which was then boiled and cooled down.

As Chinese, they still prefer to boil water and then let it cool before drinking. They cannot accept drinking raw water directly.

Today, my cheap dad got up early and prepared breakfast for him in advance and put it in a lunch box. The portion was quite large.

"Dad, you're trying to stuff me to death. I can't eat that much."

Zhang Chen smiled and said, "Didn't you say that a new friend of yours taught you how to play basketball? So I prepared an extra copy as a thank you for teaching you how to play basketball."

While having a late dinner at around 8 o'clock last night, Zhang Yang talked about some things that happened during yesterday's basketball practice. Unexpectedly, his cheap dad took it to heart.

Just like the father in the original body's memory, gentle and delicate...

He said, "Thanks, Dad. I didn't think so much. Well, reciprocity is very important. I'm leaving now and will be back to help at noon."

Zhang Chen felt that his son was much more lively than before. Did he meet a cheerful and lively new friend this time? That was a good thing. If Zhang Yang knew what his father was thinking, he would definitely complain a lot.

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Today Zhang Yang was more proactive in going out than yesterday and arrived 10 minutes earlier than yesterday.

There was still no ghost in the park, but fortunately it was summer and the sky was already bright at 5:. Now the sun was already high in the sky, so he was not afraid of encountering ghosts. He stretched his body and continued to practice breakthrough layups.

The training was boring, and he had to "resist his instincts" and train at a pace more suitable for his current body, which was even more torturous, but his love for basketball allowed him to endure these negative emotions.

He can also see the progress bar, and overall he enjoys training.

He thought he would be training alone for an hour, but DeRozan showed up before 7 o'clock.

Zhang Yang was a little surprised and greeted enthusiastically: "Hey, DeMar, you came early today!"

DeRozan stopped about ten meters away from the court, looked at Zhang Yang expressionlessly for a while, did not respond, and walked straight to the corner of the court to dribble and warm up.

Zhang Yang: [_?]
What's wrong with this guy? We were chatting happily yesterday, weren't we?
Are all snake-type players like this?
Forget it, I'll just practice on my own first, and then I guess it will be fine if I treat the other person to breakfast later.

But he couldn't continue the quiet training. Ten minutes later, DeRozan came to him and said, "Your waist force for the turnaround layup is not correct. It's not the shooting action that drives the waist force, but the waist force that guides the shooting force. This can reduce physical waste and enhance shooting stability. Didn't I teach you yesterday? Why do you still make this mistake?"

Zhang Yang: ? ?(.ヘ°)? ?
What happened to this guy today?

But what the other party said was not wrong, it was his problem.

Forget it. He was too lazy to argue with the snake players. He replied, "Yes, yes, I'll change it."

This perfunctory tone...what's the attitude?

DeRozan was angry.

Seeing that although Zhang Yang's tone was perfunctory, he consciously used his waist to generate power when he broke through and turned to make a layup the next time... I got even more angry!

Could you be more consistent with your words and actions?

He is too embarrassed to throw a tantrum anymore!
But after he had let it out for a while, his annoyance had dissipated a lot, and he began to teach normally: "Jack, you don't need to turn too fast, take your time and practice your steps first. Once you are familiar with them, you can consider turning quickly..."

DeRozan's attitude suddenly changed. Zhang Yang smacked his lips and thought, forget it, you'll get used to it. Snake-type players may all behave like this.

An hour later, around 8 o'clock, Zhang Yang stopped training and called DeRozan to have breakfast together.

DeRozan wanted to say that he had breakfast before coming, but when he saw the pancakes and sandwiches in the lunch box opened by Zhang Yang... he swallowed, did not refuse, went to wash his hands, and started eating.

It was much better looking and tastier than his uncle's breakfast! In comparison, his uncle's casual breakfast tasted like pig food.

After eating a pancake and a sandwich, DeRozan, who had already eaten breakfast, felt full.

He asked, "You did this?"

Zhang Yang shook his head: "No, it was made by my father. My family runs a restaurant. He is a very good cook. Of course, I can make it, but it's not as delicious as his. These are very simple. If you want to learn, I can teach you."

DeRozan nodded, feeling a little embarrassed, but he really wanted to learn. His mother’s cooking was delicious, but his uncle… But he had to come back here every holiday, and when he was at home, his mother wouldn’t let him do these things, asking him to concentrate on studying and playing basketball…

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