Chapter 109: Genius learns to play basketball, twice the result with half the effort

Not only Wu Qiang noticed it, but the teammates who practiced together also felt that Li Yan's movements became very...stable?

In the past, Li Yan was full of flexibility, with fast movement speed and strong explosive power, but she always felt sluggish.

Of course, this is a common problem for this group of first-year junior high school students. Their bodies have not fully grown yet, their muscles are insufficient, and they do not have extra strength to use on the act of "closing". Many movements will have extra natural unloading of force.

The biggest difference between Wu Qiang and Chuyi and the others is that his movements are much more decisive.

This is the main reason why the second-year junior high school players can suppress the first-year junior high school players as a whole in actual combat.

Li Yan also had this straightforward feeling today.

Looks like he's at ease.

Coach Wu clapped his hands, "Everyone, run around the field, one lap at an accelerated speed, one lap at a slow pace, four laps."

His eyes were always fixed on Li Yan.

The second year students have already rolled their eyes, "Boss, we just came back from National Day, why are you so cruel? We keep running when we come up."

"Follow me honestly," Wu Qiang said seriously, "Junior Brother Chuyi didn't say anything, don't embarrass yourself."

After the first lap, Wu Qiang exchanged a look with Coach Wu and called Li Yan out alone.

"National Day, did you practice running?"

"Yes, I didn't go home during the National Day holiday, so I practiced at school."

"Hasn't Old Chen Guoqing gone home yet?" Coach Wu asked, his chest muscles as strong as stone.

"Mr.... Chen? Oh, Mr. Chen from the track and field group? He's not here, so I practiced with Senior Brother Zheng."

Coach Wu's chest muscles suddenly twitched, "Did you practice with your students?"

"Ah..." Li Yan didn't understand Teacher Wu's surprise for a moment.

"Which Senior Brother Zheng? So powerful?" Teacher Wu looked at Wu Qiang.

"It should be Zheng Qinyuan, his level is good, but teacher," Wu Qiang said righteously, "I think the key is that Li Yan is a genius."

Then Wu Qiang explained to Teacher Wu in vivid detail how Li Yan ranked second in Class Zero in the monthly exam and how she wowed the whole class in music class this morning, in order to explain that the first-year student in front of them was a genius who could not be understood by common sense.

So it's normal that he made rapid progress in learning running.

"How come you all know about the music class..."

Wu Qiang laughed, "There are several senior sisters in the second grade who are very interested in you, and I heard that there are also some in the third grade."

"Hiss..." Li Yan shuddered.

"Did you specifically train your core?" Teacher Wu hit the nail on the head.

"Yes, this is what we do during the National Day holiday."

"You're just a kid, but after just a few weeks of training, your core has changed so much. How can I not believe it..." Teacher Wu muttered, "Today you will practice with me and Wu Qiang."

"Okay!" Li Yan wanted more than anything else.

After arranging the basic training tasks, Coach Wu took Wu Qiang and Li Yan to the court at the edge. "I saw that you were good at smashing the ball last time. Let's practice the front and back courts."

Wu Qiang serves a small ball in front of the net, Li Yan rubs it, Wu Qiang picks it up and flies it to the backcourt, Li Yan quickly retreats and kills, then Wu Qiang immediately serves another small ball in front of the net, Li Yan rushes forward and rubs it, and so on.

It can be considered as a tough training for them at present. The intensity is OK, but it is too difficult to get the ball into position.

In the past, Li Yan could usually guarantee the quality of the first four or five balls, but her legs and feet became weak afterwards, and she couldn't retreat to the right position and continue smashing. After rushing forward, her body was unstable and she couldn't guarantee the quality of her dribbling. After about ten balls, she would give up and couldn't keep up.

The first-year teammates all agreed that Wu Qiang served too fast, but Coach Wu said that Wu Qiang had let the ball go.

However, after only practicing a few balls today, Coach Wu's chest muscles started shaking.

Li Yan's movements were much more stable than before. She retreated quickly, and her last step was light and steady, with a considerable jumping height.

The steps from smashing the ball to the net are also powerful enough, the body posture is well controlled in the last step, and the quality of rubbing the ball is up to standard.

After hitting eight balls in a row, he began to show signs of strain. His jumping height dropped as he retreated, and he cried out that he was willing but not strong enough when he smashed the ball.

Coach Wu called for a stop, and Li Yan stopped, only to find that several first-grade team members nearby were staring at him.

Wow, is the progress so obvious? Li Yan was secretly delighted.

"The smash is not matched." Coach Wu said, "The others should practice well, what are you looking at?"

Everyone had an expression that said, "This is indeed Wu's teaching style," and focused on their own practice.

Coach Wu is a kind-hearted person, but he is too obsessed with "repressive education". He always thinks that if he says something nice, the children will not be afraid of him and will not practice seriously.

Everyone is used to it. If he only criticizes you for one thing, it is equivalent to praising you for other things in disguise. "Mismatch?" Li Yan was still panting, and his whole body was hot.

"Your waist and abdomen strength is pretty good now. Your smash jumps high and your arm swings in place, but the speed of the smash is wrong." Coach Wu rarely took the racket, "You didn't use your waist and abdomen strength."

Wu Qiang understood what he meant and hit a high ball. Coach Wu twisted his body and there was a loud bang, and the ball easily hit the floor.

What a terrifying smash speed... Li Yan was stunned. Is this the power of an adult?
"Look, after you jump up, you are out of touch in the air, and you don't exert force like I do." Wu said as he demonstrated the movements. "The key to the jump kill is to get a high point. Why do you need to get a high point?"

"Seize the opportunity, seize the speed."

"besides."

Wu Qiang was about to speak but was stopped by Teacher Wu. He wanted to see how much this so-called genius could understand.

"If I hit the ball when I jump to the highest point, I will fall down and there will be a downward pressure overall, which should add some gravitational potential energy."

Wu Qiang nodded, then suddenly frowned, "Hmm? Do we start learning physics in the first grade now?"

“I learned it in advance.”

Fine, OK. Wu Qiang pursed his lips and had nothing to say.

"That's right," Wu continued to demonstrate. "The framework of resetting the action in mid-air is not something you should consider right now. I won't mention it for now. First, you should learn to feel the tension in your core and the force of your abdominal curls after taking off."

Li Yan tried to jump.

"Are you participating in the high jump competition or playing basketball?" Teacher Wu shook his head. "Who asked you to jump so high? Don't focus all your energy on how to jump high enough. If your core is loose when you jump to the highest point, how can you exert any strength?"

Li Yan understood what he meant. The 50 points of comprehension ability not only enabled him to understand what Teacher Wu said, but also required him to digest the guidance.

Jump up, tighten your core, turn your body, use your waist and abdomen to exert force, and hold the racket tightly!

There was a loud explosion in the air.

Ding!
[Badminton +1, Level 44 skill, ]

Teacher Wu hesitated several times before finally giving in and raising his thumbs up. "That's what I mean. You should practice more."

This player actually learned it with just one sentence? The coach hasn't even started to guide and correct him yet, and he actually learned it?

I can't find any fault with it. It seems like teaching is too easy. I feel a little uncomfortable. What's going on?

Teacher Wu glanced at Wu Qiang, and Wu Qiang also understood what he meant.

"Li Yan, doing moves on the spot and actual combat are two different things. How many moves should we practice?"

"Good good."

Seeing that the two were about to start a solo game after practicing only a few balls, all the first and second grade players who were practicing over there looked over, and Coach Wu did not stop them.

Although they said they were sparring, Wu Qiang was obviously not taking it seriously. He deliberately picked out high balls for Li Yan. Li Yan was not in a hurry and did not force the ball when the opportunities were not good. He just treated it like a warm-up ball.

Wu Qiang couldn't help it, and deliberately chose a forehand backcourt position when Li Yan was standing relatively far back.

This is almost like "Kill one for me" written on his face, so fine.

Li Yan jumped up and turned around, feeling his waist and abdomen, and swung the ball hard.

The whole person is like a whip!
With a loud bang, the ball hit the court hard and Wu Qiang only had time to make a move to save the ball.

Ding!
[Badminton +1, Level 45 skill, ]

From this shot on, Li Yan’s smash will be a nightmare for her teammates.

Wu Qiang was stunned, and so were the other team members. The power, crispness, and ferocity of this shot were all visible to the naked eye.

Wu Qiang shook his head and joked that he shouldn't have fed the ball too far and underestimated this genius, so he put on a serious expression and hit a high ball.

You can't... huh?

He watched Li Yan take two steps back, jump up, bar his teeth, and nail him down with one slap.

The speed of the ball was unexpectedly fast, and Wu Qiang, who was not fully prepared, had his rhythm disrupted and was unable to keep up.

"Captain Wu's high drive was nailed by one shot? And he's from a first-year junior high school student?" The second-year junior high school players whispered.

The first-year students had dead looks on their faces. They realized a terrifying possibility: their classmate Li Yan, who was so much better than them in study, might also be better than them on the court.

Explosive killing, literally.

　If nothing unexpected happens, it will be available on Friday.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)