Rukawa did not refuse Wudao's invitation to practice basketball together. He also agreed with what Wudao had just said. Rukawa also had a new understanding of the importance of shooting. Rukawa, who had always relied on breakthrough layups to score, now wanted to improve his shooting ability.
"Ryukawa Kaede, by the way, has your coach ever told you that there is something wrong with your shooting form?"
Jinguji Budou walked to the basket and picked up the basketball, then turned his head and suddenly said to Rukawa Kaede.
"?" Rukawa looked puzzled when he heard this. He had never heard anyone say that there was something wrong with his shooting posture. The coach of his team had never corrected his posture, and Rukawa learned to shoot by watching TV videos. That was the American professional basketball team, so how could there be a problem
Rukawa shook his head, indicating no. Wudao didn't say anything, and directly threw the basketball to Rukawa. After getting the ball, Rukawa rubbed the basketball and threw it out.
Rukawa's shooting action was actually quite smooth, and it seemed that his hit rate was also acceptable. The basketball flew out of his hands and fell steadily into the basket. After throwing the basketball into the net, Rukawa looked at Budo, and his eyes seemed to say, "Look, I made the shot, and my posture is fine."
"The shooting action is quite smooth, but the shooting point is a bit low. When shooting, you should not shoot at the forehead position. The basketball should be raised above the head."
"Shooting with a high release point like this can make the most of your height and wingspan."
"Your shot is like a push shot."
As he spoke, Wu Dao imitated Rukawa Kaede and jumped to shoot. When the basketball rose to Wu Dao's forehead, Wu Dao stretched his arms forward and shot the basketball directly. Wu Dao's shooting force was very strong this time, and the basketball hit the backboard heavily and bounced into the basket.
Although the ball went in, Rukawa, who was watching from the side, felt an indescribable sense of discomfort in his heart. He also felt that Takeshi's shooting posture just now was ugly. Although he couldn't tell what was wrong, Rukawa felt that Takeshi's shot just now was very different from his previous ones.
"Shooting point... Is it because of this problem?" Rukawa had never paid attention to his shooting posture before, or maybe his invincibility over the years made him ignore his own problem.
"Due to the lack of strength in primary school, it is understandable that the push shot method is used."
"But as I get older and stronger, and as I face taller opponents, the problems with my push shots will slowly become apparent."
"It will be very difficult to change your shooting posture after you hit the wall. You are in the sixth grade this year, and the time to change is just right."
As Wu Dao spoke, he walked to the basket, picked up the basketball, carried it to the free throw line, and took a jump shot. This time, the shooting point of the basketball was adjusted to a position slightly forward of the head. The basketball flew out of Wu Dao's hand and drew a nearly perfect parabola in the air.
"Ding~" Although Wu Dao spoke beautifully, his movements were quite crisp and his shot was gentle, the basketball still deviated from its track, hit the edge of the frame and flew out.
“… … .”
"The wind is a bit strong, haha."
Wudao smiled awkwardly and trotted to pick up the ball. Rukawa did not laugh at Wudao for his poor shot. Instead, he lowered his head slightly as if thinking about something, then walked to the basketball stand, picked up another basketball, dribbled the ball to where he had been standing before, and threw the ball out, imitating Wudao.
This time, Rukawa raised his shooting point, but because he was not used to it, his shooting action was a bit stiff. Not only did the basketball deviate from its track, but the power was also insufficient. The basketball did not even touch the rim and fell directly.
And Wudao, who was picking up the ball just now, also took the ball that Rukawa Kaede missed and caught it in his arms.
"It's normal to feel uncomfortable at first. There are two reasons why you don't have enough strength. One is that you are not familiar with the movements, and the other is that your legs don't exert enough strength."
"Drop your hips, don't bend your knees too low, and don't lean forward too much. The angle of your forearms when shooting largely determines your hit rate."
As he spoke, Wu Dao brought the ball to the free throw line, adjusted his breathing, and then shot again. The basketball deviated from its course and hit the rim.
The muscle memory of martial arts' shooting is actually not standard, so if martial arts cannot adjust when shooting, the shooting posture will be ugly.
However, with Wu Dao's deliberate adjustments, his shooting posture became much more standard, but the feedback from his body was uncomfortable. Therefore, Wu Dao's shooting accuracy has always been low. This shortcoming requires a lot of practice to correct and adapt.
"Even though the shot didn't go in, the logic is this." Wu Dao was quite thick-skinned, and even though the shot didn't go in, there was no sign of shame on his face.
Just as Wudao was about to pick up the ball and continue shooting, Rukawa Kaede directly threw the basketball in his hand to Wudao.
Looking at the ball coming towards him, Wudao smiled slightly, caught the ball, rushed forward, and then made a direct jump shot.
“Swish!”
Under Rukawa Kaede's gaze, the basketball fell steadily into the basket, making a crisp sound of hitting the net.
"The rhythm of this shot is good. Rukawa, help me pick up the ball. I want to remember this feeling." Wudao watched the basketball go into the net, smiled at Rukawa, and spoke directly to him without any hesitation.
Rukawa Kaede didn't mind the job of picking up the ball, he ran to the basket, picked up the basketball and passed it to Wudao. Then he stared closely at Wudao's shooting action, trying to remember Wudao's action firmly in his mind.
With someone picking up the ball, the efficiency of martial arts training suddenly increased dramatically.
When practicing shooting, often the most time-consuming and physically demanding task is picking up the ball. With the help of Rukawa, Budo can devote himself to shooting, and the training of one ball at a time has become coherent. He doesn't have to shoot a ball and then pick it up, which would make the training discontinuous and the training effect greatly reduced.
Soon, with the help of Rukawa, Wudao shot more than fifty balls. The continuous shooting made Wudao, who was already exhausted, even more tired. Finally, with his arms sore, he waved his hands at Rukawa and said:
"I can't handle it anymore. Let's switch players. You shoot and I'll pick up the ball for you."
Wu Dao said as he walked towards the basket, then picked up the ball and threw it to Rukawa. After receiving the ball, Rukawa looked up at the sky, nodded, went to the free throw line, and threw the basketball in his hand, imitating the way Wu Dao shot in his memory.
"The shooting point should be higher, it's too low."
"Don't lean forward too much when you shoot."
When you are focused on training, time often flies by quickly.
The sun was setting, and the sky had darkened, with only a corner of the sky still glimmering with red light. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the court, and the originally green paint was dyed red at this moment.
On the court, Wudao and Rukawa were lying on the ground, gasping for breath, not caring at all about the dust on the ground.
"I want to go back." Suddenly, Rukawa raised his body and said to Wudao beside him. There was a puddle of water on the ground where Rukawa had just lain.
"Well, it's about time, let's change it back." Wu Dao lay on the ground, looked at the sky, nodded and said.
Rukawa stood up, moved his feet, picked up the basketball beside him and walked towards the entrance of the court. Before walking out of the door, he hesitated for a moment, then turned back to look at Wu Dao and asked, "Are you coming here to practice tomorrow?"
This was the first time that Rukawa invited someone. Before this, he always practiced alone. Even when he was on the court, even when there were teammates, he still played alone. It was the first time for Rukawa to practice like this, and he had an indescribable feeling in his heart.
"The team will train on Sunday morning and come here in the afternoon."
"It will be a little earlier than today. The team will be disbanded at 10.30 tomorrow."
Wu Dao said, and then looked towards the entrance of the stadium, but there was no trace of Rukawa Kaede there.
"This kid..." Wu Dao was speechless, then he breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the sky and whispered:
"He's a very approachable guy. I think we can be considered friends."
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