"You pitch so accurately, then you can teach pitching skills." At this time, Lu Lingling was unwilling, and kicked the matter to Zhang Ming again.

"Xiaoling is right." At this time, Tang Yuning stood on Lu Lingling's side, because Tang Yuning really had no choice, Tang Yuning could only organize student training at most, and it was impossible to see the problems in the training of these students, if Song Qiushan was there, some small details of some students could be seen, and the other party could correct them after seeing it.

Okay, it's hard to be gracious, Zhang Ming could only agree when he saw this, "Okay, then I'll see if there are any things worth correcting about the beauties." ”

Although Zhang Ming is not very expert in this kind of thing, if you look at other people's pitching, you can at least see a little problem.

"Ladies and gentlemen, your president asked me to guide you, you have no opinions, if you have opinions, you can put them forward, let our Lingling beauties guide you." Zhang Ming smiled and said to the members of Yunmeng, let's liven up the atmosphere.

Most of Yunmeng's students said they didn't have much opinion, so Zhang Ming took on the role of training beautiful students very smoothly, "Then I'll tell you first, my training may not be very professional, and it may be a little special." ”

"Coach Zhang, just say it, how to train." At this time, a student spoke directly, and everyone knew Zhang Ming's temporary status, so everyone called Zhang Ming like this.

"Well, okay, I don't pay much attention to my training, you guys shoot at a fixed point first." Zhang Ming opened his mouth and spoke.

At this time, everyone knows that Zhang Ming's training is so-called special, and this fixed-point shooting elementary school students know it, which is the foundation of basketball, what is there to train for.

However, seeing that Tang Yuning next to him didn't say anything, who let him agree to let Zhang Ming train before.

As for Tang Yuning, the three of them found a place to sit down with great interest, as if they wanted to observe how Zhang Ming trained.

Next, Zhang Ming asked people to shoot on the one-point line, all the students shot, most of the people threw in, only occasionally the two did not shoot in, Zhang Ming asked everyone to continue to shoot in that place, and let people shoot ten times in this place, ten times no one can enter every time, after all, throwing is about probability, and it is impossible to be 100%.

After ten balls, Zhang Ming did not let the students throw again, but slowly spoke, "Do you know why you were asked to shoot ten times in one place, and you didn't hit every shot ten times?" And the further you go, the higher the percentage of goals conceded. ”

All the students did not speak, but looked at Zhang Ming, wanting to hear Zhang Ming's next words.

"Pepe, stand up." Zhang Ming pointed at Wu Peipei and spoke.

Wu Peipei paused for a moment, not knowing what Zhang Ming told herself to do, but she still listened to Zhang Ming's words and stood up.

"Do you know how many of your 10 shots hit?" Zhang Ming opened his mouth and asked Wu Peipei.

Wu Peipei was still quite proud of her pitching rate, so she said, "Eight out of ten balls." ”

"Very good, 80 per cent shots, so do you know the reason why you conceded two goals?" Zhang Ming asked rhetorically.

Wu Peipei shook her head because she really didn't think about this reason, because it was normal for the pitch to be inaccurate.

"Because we are indoors, we don't think about the wind for the time being, we think about the angle and ......strength," Zhang Ming began to talk at length, because Zhang Ming came to a conclusion based on his own calculations.

Everyone who said it was stunned, including Tang Yuning.

At this time, everyone only felt that Zhang Ming's mouth was too good at talking.

"Lingling, help me with that bottle of water." Zhang Ming said that he felt thirsty.

"Why me." Lu Lingling muttered, but she really went to get it.

"Okay, you probably won't listen to me after all this nonsense." Zhang Ming took a sip of water, moistened his throat, and then spoke.

After listening to Zhang Ming's words, everyone felt that it was not, it was not nonsense that Zhang Ming said so much, but they maintained a tacit understanding, because everyone did not say it.

"Now it's time to practice, Pepe, you hold this ball, stand here, and then when you throw the ball, the parabola is at this angle, the commanding height is here, and then use the ......" Zhang Ming didn't know where to get a stick, and showed Wu Peipei the parabola of throwing and the strength used, Zhang Ming clearly told them that according to him, this ball can be thrown into it with 100 shots.

The crowd will also be skeptical, after all, it is theoretically so.

Just when Zhang Ming pointed to the height with a stick and asked the students to throw the ball, the students finally really discovered the situation, that is, according to what Zhang Ming said, how much effort was used, how high was thrown, and everyone often played with balls, so Zhang Ming had a stick as a reference, and as long as everyone reached the standard that Zhang Ming said through Zhang Ming's reference, the ball actually went in, and each of them was a hollow ball.

This makes everyone have to believe that what Zhang Ming said is correct.

"Do you think that fixed-point shooting will be useless in the game?" Zhang Ming took the initiative to ask.

Zhang Ming said it, basically everyone thinks.

"This is the foundation, if you play the foundation well, you can throw a hollow ball anytime and anywhere." Zhang Ming began to flicker again.

Then Zhang Ming didn't talk nonsense, and told everyone all the strength he had used to talk about the height of a position, anyway, he said some positions under the basket, and Zhang Ming demonstrated to everyone every position he said.

Everyone was stunned by Zhang Ming's flickering, and it can also be said that they were stunned by Zhang Ming's actions, because everyone found that Zhang Ming's every ball was a hollow ball, and it can be said that the strength and height were just right......

In the end, Yunmeng's students had to admit that Zhang Ming's pitching was too powerful, and he could shoot hollow balls with hundreds of shots while explaining and demonstrating.

Although everyone didn't listen to much, they also knew that if they learned Zhang Ming's words, they could shoot if they got the ball on the court.

In the end, Zhang Ming asked the students to practice by themselves first, anyway, to practice pitching.

Maybe some students were a little unimpressed with Zhang Ming's training method at first, but now it has changed.

"Amazing, I didn't think you would have such a hand." Lu Lingling watched Zhang Ming's performance before, and couldn't help but praise Zhang Minglai at this time, because Zhang Ming's performance was so exciting.

"Lingling, if you praise me like this, I'm very uncomfortable." Zhang Ming saw Lu Lingling open her mouth.

"You just owe scolding, and it's not good to praise you." Lu Lingling immediately spoke.

Zhang Ming doesn't care, it's only used to Lu Lingling like this, Zhang Ming suspects that he has masochistic tendencies, and Lu Lingling is not used to saying good things.

(End of chapter)