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When Han Jue trotted all the way to the basketball court, Zhang Yiman was alone under the basket, shooting the ball happily.
Zhang Yiman likes sports and is very curious. She knows badminton, tennis, football, table tennis she knows a little bit of any sport that she can come into contact with.
Only basketball is not very good.
It¡¯s not that she can¡¯t learn how to play, but Tan Nian warned Zhang Yiman to stay away from basketball and not allow her to play, because just like a singer must always protect his voice, a musician cannot pay too much attention to the protection of his fingers. . Therefore, apart from the shooting machines in amusement parks, Zhang Yiman rarely touches the ball in other places. Even if he does, he plays alone, shooting blue and does not participate in the confrontation.
Zhang Yiman has been away from campus for a long time. He rarely has the opportunity to stand on the court, let alone touch a basketball. Just now I saw a basketball hidden in the jungle from a distance. I felt so addicted that I ran over and dug it out, planning to play with it a little.
It doesn¡¯t matter even if you can¡¯t play. Watching your boyfriend sweating on the court while she cheers and hands you water on the side, this was also a scene that Zhang Yiman envied.
"Uncle!"
Seeing Han Jue trotting over, Zhang Yiman greeted Han Jue and threw the ball over, wanting to see Han Jue's performance.
Han Jue has strong skills and quick reactions, and with Zhang Yiman¡¯s vocal reminder, he easily caught Zhang Yiman¡¯s floor pass.
¡°I¡¯m not very good at fighting, uncle, come here.¡± Zhang Yiman said.
Han Jue looked a little embarrassed after hearing this: "I don't know much about it either."
Zhang Yiman smiled and said nothing. She doesn't play basketball, but she also plays other sports. She knows that masters have a common problem of pretending to be pigs and eating tigers. The more powerful people are, the more they like to say that they "can't play", "are not very good", and "are average". Last time, Han Jue said that his swimming skills were average and he was not very good at swimming. Later, he failed to teach him well except for teaching. Zhang Yiman could see that Han Jue's own swimming skills were very strong.
And now that she heard Han Jue¡¯s humble words again, she wanted to see Han Jue beaten even more.
"It's okay, come on!" Zhang Yiman blinked his big eyes and looked at Han Jue with interest.
Han Jue held the ball, not knowing what to do with it.
How about some fancy dribbling? Or coolly shoot a long three-pointer, then turn around and raise your arms before the ball falls into the net? Or maybe a tomahawk dunk?
Han Jue looked down at the basketball in his hand and made his decision without much hesitation.
I saw Han Jueping holding the basketball in his hand with one hand without dropping it.
"Oh!" Director Wang seemed to feel something, with an excited look on his face, directing the cameraman to keep the camera focused on Han Jue. Take close-ups, take close-ups, take mid-range shots, take mid-range shots.
"Wow~" Zhang Yiman looked at Han Jue, who could catch a basketball with one hand. He held both hands in front of his chest and looked at Han Jue with almost heart-shaped eyes.
The next second, Han Jue fixed the basketball with both hands, and then moved forward
The basketball came out of his hands, bounced on the ground, and then ran straight into Zhang Yiman's arms.
Director Wang: "Okay"
The next words were hard to hold back.
"?" Zhang Yiman held the basketball, a little unresponsive.
There was about three seconds of silence.
Zhang Yiman thought for a while and passed the ball back.
The next second Han Jue passed the ball back again.
They repeated this twice, and Zhang Yiman finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "What are you doing?"
Han Jue replied: "I'm passing the ball."
¡°Can you show me your unique skills, uncle?¡±
"This is my special move." Han Jue looked solemn.
He really can¡¯t play basketball.
When he was in school in his previous life, due to his withdrawn personality, he was almost insulated from team sports. And he doesn't like sports either. In physical education class, when other boys flocked to play basketball and badminton, he would hold a book and find a place to watch until the end. It can be said that apart from running, Han Jue does not know any competitive sports.
Zhang Yiman threw the ball back: "Then I don't want to see your tricks, I want to see your dribbling and shooting."
Han Jue didn¡¯t say anything. After sending silent messages back and forth to Zhang Yiman twenty times, he understood Zhang Yiman¡¯s determination. Unable to resist the warm welcome, Han Jue could only try to dribble the ball. With luck, I found that it was possible and it went smoothly.
¡¾Muscle memory is still there! ] Han Jue was a little relaxed and a little surprised.
When Han Jue walked to the basket and tried to throw the ball against the board, the ball hit the backboard and bounced hard.The classmates strongly agreed and did not care whether the teacher or principal was in the photo.
After Han Jue and Zhang Yiman said goodbye to this lucky class, it was almost time to finish school. They were ready to evacuate before the number of people in the school suddenly increased.
After Han Jue and Zhang Yiman left school, they first bought milk tea, then sat in the dessert shop for a while, leaving messages on the couple's wall, fulfilling Zhang Yiman's dream of being a student. When the sky became dark, this Just ended today¡¯s recording.
Zhang Yiman rushed to join the evening schedule with a satisfied smile and the sadness of having to wait another month to meet. When she returned home at ten o'clock, she was still in a very happy mood, and she was jumping up and down with wind when she walked.
When they entered the house, Zhang Yaohui did not come to greet them, nor did Zhang San. Zhang Yiman knew that they were in the yard.
There were no lights on in the courtyard, and Zhang Yaohui was sitting on a wicker chair in the courtyard, playing with his mobile phone in the evening breeze. The dim screen light illuminated him very penetratingly.
Not far away was Zhang San who was anxiously circling a tree trunk.
Zhang Yiman walked over and turned on the lights in the yard skillfully, then took down Zhang San¡¯s toy from the tree, and scolded her father: ¡°Dad, why did you throw that toy up again!¡±
"It threw it up on its own." This was not the first time Zhang Yaohui had done this, nor was it the first time he had been taught a lesson by his daughter, so he was very perfunctory in lying and trying to blame others.
Zhang Yiman took the trouble to say that Zhang San is still a child and cannot be bullied. She untied her hair, poured milk in the kitchen, and talked to Zhang Yaohui from a distance: "Master is having lunch with us today."
"Oh?" Zhang Yaohui became interested and looked away from the phone, "What did Teacher Tan say?"
Zhang Yaohui knew about Tan Nian's strictness, and he also knew about Tan Nian's dissatisfaction with Han Jue. Last year, Zhang Yiman and Han Jue participated in "Let's Fall in Love". As soon as the first episode of the show came out, Tan Nian called and scolded Zhang Yaohui, asking what Zhang Yaohui thought and how he could put Zhang Yiman and Han Jue together. .
¡°Master asked uncle a lot of questions, and I was so nervous listening to them.¡±
"Yeah." Zhang Yaohui nodded, as expected.
¡°Uncle is also very nervous, even more nervous than when I had dinner with you in the United States.¡±
¡°That¡¯s right, I¡¯m relatively gentle.¡±
"Fortunately, my uncle is of good quality. After chatting with me, Master became like you and had a very good impression of him!" Zhang Yiman smiled.
"Haha," Zhang Yaohui also smiled, "That's good." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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