69novels Chapter 133
Chapter 133
Zhang Weiguo's voice was a little urgent: "Lin Feng, are you free this afternoon? Come to the sports school. A coach from the province is here to select players, and I'd like him to take a look at you."
Lin Feng thought for a moment.
"Coach Zhang, I haven't decided yet to go to the sports school."
Zhang Weiguo said, "You don't need to decide. I just came to take a look, it won't take up your time. It's a rare opportunity to have a coach from the province. Let him see what he thinks, and we'll see if he's suitable or not."
Lin Feng remained silent for a few seconds.
"Okay. What time?"
"3 PM. Sports school basketball gymnasium."
After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng sat there, looking out the window.
The coach from the province.
He didn't know what this meant.
But there's no harm in going to take a look.
He changed his clothes—a white T-shirt, black sweatpants, and Double Star sneakers. He took the ball and went outside.
Cheng Yuxin was reading in the living room when she saw him come out after changing his clothes.
"Where to?"
Lin Feng said, "It's a sports school. A coach from the province came to select players and asked me to go and take a look."
Cheng Yuxin put down her book.
"Shall I go with you?"
Lin Feng shook his head.
"No need. I'll go myself."
Cheng Yuxin looked at him and nodded.
Come back soon.
Lin Feng went out.
The sports school is located south of Beichuan City. Take bus number 15; it takes about 40 minutes to get there.
The sports school's gate is made of iron railings, with a sign hanging on it that reads "Beichuan City Sports School." There are two pine trees at the entrance, trimmed into round shapes, resembling two green balls.
Lin Feng went inside and found the basketball court.
The basketball court was indoors, with wooden floors, standard basketball hoops, and stands around the perimeter. It was much better than the concrete court he usually played on.
Zhang Weiguo stood at the door, saw him coming, and waved.
"Lin Feng, over here."
Lin Feng walked over.
Zhang Weiguo led him into the venue.
There were about a dozen people training in the stadium—dribbling, shooting, and layups. Their movements were all very professional, clearly showing they had practiced before.
Zhang Weiguo pointed to a middle-aged man on the sidelines.
"That's Coach Li from the provincial youth team."
Coach Li, in his forties, was wearing a tracksuit and had some gray hair. He was standing on the sidelines watching the training. He held a notebook in his hand and occasionally looked down to jot something down.
Zhang Weiguo walked over, said a few words to Coach Li, and then waved to Lin Feng.
Lin Feng walked over.
Coach Li turned his head and looked at him.
"You're Lin Feng?"
Lin Feng nodded.
Coach Li looked him up and down.
"1.81 meters tall?"
Lin Feng nodded.
Coach Li asked, "What position will you play?"
Lin Feng thought for a moment.
"Shooting guard."
Coach Li nodded.
"What?"
Lin Feng said, "Shooting, driving, defense."
Coach Li smiled.
"Quite confident." He turned to look at Zhang Weiguo. "Let him have a match."
Zhang Weiguo nodded and called over a few team members.
"You'll play one half-court match, three against three. Lin Feng, you'll be on a team with Xiao Zhou and Da Liu."
Lin Feng was substituted onto the field.
His opponents were three students from a sports school, all taller and stronger than him. One of them was particularly tall, probably over 1.9 meters, and stood under the basket like a wall.
Zhang Weiguo blew the whistle.
Game start.
Lin Feng gets the ball.
He dribbled to the three-point line, where he was guarded by a boy who was about 1.85 meters tall, with broad shoulders, long arms, and his outstretched arms looked like an airplane.
Lin Feng dribbles the ball, changing direction left and right, looking for an opportunity.
The boy defending him was very fast and kept up closely.
Lin Feng suddenly accelerated and broke through to the right—the defender caught up. Lin Feng stopped abruptly, switched his grip between his legs, and changed direction to the left—the defender caught up again.
But it was too slow.
Just a tiny bit.
Lin Feng jumped and shot.
The ball is released, and its trajectory is high.
Swish.
Hollow.
What did Coach Li write down in his notebook?
The opponent attacks.
The tall guy, over 1.9 meters, called for the ball in the paint, received it, turned, and shot—Lin Feng's teammates couldn't stop him at all. The ball went in.
Back and forth they fought, the two sides going back and forth.