Sun Meng quickly regained her balance, stirring the air into a gust of wind.
Lu Yu jumped to shoot, but Sun Meng jumped up and blocked the shot.
"Bang! Thump, thump..."
The basketball rolled down, and Lu Yu lifted the wide collar of his jersey, wiped his face, and the sweat stopped dripping to the ground.
"See that? You can easily block my shot, so why are you afraid of being beaten by me?" Lu Yu's voice became very soft.
[Yes, why panic just because the opponent has passed you? As long as you keep marking them closely and maintain your defensive formation, you can still put pressure on them!]
Lu Yu received Sun Meng's feedback and smiled with relief.
Lu Yu knew that Sun Meng couldn't listen to well-intentioned but empty words of advice; only by showing her the results would she truly understand and believe.
"Lu Yu, thank you." Sun Meng could only offer a dry thank you, somewhat annoyed at her own clumsy way of speaking.
Lu Yu lay on her back on the ground and said calmly, "Isn't it said that Kyrie Irving can get past you in a hundred ways, and Allen Iverson can get past you in one way a hundred times? Iverson's unstoppable ability isn't just because of his butterfly-like footwork..."
Lu Yu gazed at the lights inside the stadium, his voice growing softer and softer, as if speaking to himself. "It's also because of his seamless pull-up jumper after dribbling past his opponent."
Sun Meng lay down next to Lu Yu and looked over. "Your crossover just now was a perfect butterfly walk, with large movements and beautiful steps, just like a butterfly."
"But as you can see, my pull-up jump shot isn't very good. Given my height, it's easy for me to get blocked by my opponents," Lu Yu sighed softly.
Sun Meng immediately stood up.
Lu Yu turned her neck and looked at Sun Meng under the light.
A 21-year-old girl dribbles the ball as she runs faster, her sweat dripping down, splashing out the light and shadow of youth.
Sun Meng ran to the basket, jumped high, and gently pulled her hand back to her chest as she dunked.
Just when Lu Yu thought she was going to dunk again at the highest point, she bent her elbow back again.
The white jersey with blue trim, number 14, is designed to resemble the shape of the wind, with the hem fluttering gently.
As if knowing what she was about to do, Lu Yu sprang up from the ground in an instant.
Lu Yu clearly saw that Sun Meng's abdominal muscles were tense, and her knees remained slightly bent. At that moment, she suddenly straightened her legs…
Sun Meng, as if suspended in mid-air, once again slammed the ball down with great force.
A perfect double-dribble layup, amazing hang time!
“Lu Yu, actually your jumping ability is not weak, you just don’t have enough hang time for shooting.”
After speaking, Sun Meng stopped abruptly outside the restricted area and made a jump shot, which went in smoothly.
"Hang time is not just about the height of the jump." Sun Meng regrets that she is not a good teacher, because she cannot accurately express the hang time in basketball.
Lu Yu stood up and picked up the rolling basketball.
She touched the basketball carefully, as if touching a ball of fire, her hands burning hot. It was as if she could trace the patterns of the flames.
Lu Yu held the ball and looked at the basket, saying, "I think I understand now. Hang time in basketball depends not only on running speed and jumping height, but also on body coordination in the air. How to naturally adjust the body's center of gravity in the air is the key to maintaining hang time at the top."
Sun Meng was glad that Lu Yu could accurately understand what she wanted to express.
Lu Yu kept practicing her pull-up jump shot from the spot. She was searching, searching for that feeling of naturally adjusting her center of gravity in the air.
"You can try not to aim for the highest point when you have the ball."
"It might be better to give the body room to adjust."
Sun Meng stood by, sweating profusely, occasionally offering a few suggestions for adjustments.
Lu Yu has a large jumping range and runs very fast.
Sun Meng admired it for a while, then couldn't resist. She blocked Lu Yu's path and made a defensive move.
Two people with perfect understanding can start a one-on-one duel without saying a word.
Actually, this was something Sun Meng had been secretly thinking about for a long time, so long that she was playing in the youth training team.
Every time she saw Chu Feiyu openly express her admiration for Lu Yu, she would hate herself for being too shy and tongue-tied.
She also wanted to truly understand Lu Yu as a person, setting aside the triumphant aura of the Asian Games and the dejected exit from the Olympics, and simply looking at the person.
Lu Yu is usually quiet, and when she does speak, it's always in a pretentious and cold tone. Even when faced with Chu Feiyu's enthusiasm, she shows little emotional response, which is similar to Chu Feiyu's own personality, yet also quite different.
Sun Meng is like a silent little lamb, hoping that others will warm her and then reciprocate with warmth.
Lu Yu is more like a hedgehog, using its quills to scare everyone away, but revealing its softness and warmth when others need help.
In the quiet of the night, at the Qingbei City Women's Basketball Training Base, the sounds of basketballs bouncing and sneakers scraping against the ground shook the leaves of early autumn trees...
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