Chapter 44 Basic Exercises

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Kachunk! Kachunk! Kachunk! Kachunk!...

The outdoor basketball court was gradually getting colder since the beginning of winter, with a gloomy atmosphere that wasn't as pleasant as autumn. The chill had an eerie feel to it, but Su Can was sweating profusely. If not for him taking off his coat earlier, sweat would have soaked through his undershirt by now.

Maintaining this ball-pounding state required stamina. Kneeling without bending over lowered the center of gravity to the waist level and tilted forward with half a wrist joint touching the thigh area. The low dribbling had to maintain balance and ensure quickness and accuracy, which seemed simple at first glance but was challenging when sustained for three minutes, five minutes, or even ten.

When he returned to class after his initial attempts, Su Can's legs were trembling, and his right middle finger and index finger were swollen from the impact. Later, switching to his left hand led to the same outcome.

The quadriceps in the thigh are the most powerful muscles, yet maintaining this posture for prolonged periods is quite difficult. Thus, initially, Su Can was full of flaws and frequently lost rhythm.

Lin Luoran said that his foundation was too poor, and such dribbling exercises were the best way to improve skills and build a solid base. She couldn't explain why but mentioned she had been trained similarly by her coach.

Hence, the initial scene wasn't as glamorous as Su Can imagined. Ma Mouxiao's group played harmoniously with Lin Luoran on both offense and defense, while Su Can could only dribble the ball beside them occasionally earning a giggle from a glancing Lin Luoran.

A straightforward basketball team member in class couldn't bear to see this and told Su Can, "Hey, is she playing tricks on you! If not for real games, what's the point of just dribbling like this! Don't listen to that woman; join us!"

Su Cen just shook his head and said, "You guys go ahead. I’ll practice some more."

This attitude of Su Cen made the basketball players admire him. Everyone wanted to show off in front of others. The theme on this court naturally became playing with full vigor. However, it was rare to see someone practicing their dribbling skills like Su Cen did. Moreover, since Mao Xiaoshi had been the captain and sports committee member of the school’s basketball team, he borrowed a ball from the gym for Su Cen to train by himself. It wasn’t unusual, but people were quite surprised at Su Cen's patience.

Even Lin Luoran sometimes thought that Su Cen was pretty foolish. Originally, she believed that Su Cen would practice diligently for a few days and then join them in playing basketball. Perhaps his skills might improve under her guidance during actual games, but there was no way he could reach the level of basketball proficiency and status that she had achieved.

However, to her surprise, Su Cen genuinely wanted to excel at basketball and followed her instructions without hesitation. This made Lin Luoran feel rather fresh. In their circle, who wouldn’t swear to learn every skill thoroughly with a vision for enriching their future and pursuing great ambitions Yet after the initial interest faded away, they gradually became impatient due to monotonous repetition and new things constantly emerging.

For instance, her brother Lin Zouwu used to be passionate about street dance and even vowed to participate in the Korean HIPHOP Cup. Now, he was just a fat pig.

Su Cen’s stubborn insistence made Lin Luoran slightly move closer to him. Seeing that he was crouching low and dribbling swiftly, she pushed down her cap brim and said, "Lower your body even more!"

Hearing this, Su Cen lowered his hands further. The ball bounced back into his hand with increasing force and became harder to control. Most importantly, the sore spots on his hand muscles started aching again.

"Don’t swing your arms; remember that ultra-low dribbling involves intricate finger movements rather than palm touches! Now do some crossovers."

Su Cen suddenly swiftly switched positions of his bent legs. The ball, which had been bouncing at low altitude, was now subjected to gravity as he flicked it up with his right hand, passed over the body, and caught it with his left hand before dribbling around his left leg in a crossover move. He repeated this sequence twice. Afterward, Su Cen crouched lower again to dribble the ball, and its speed was so fast that it barely rose more than three or four centimeters off the ground, gradually decreasing even further. It seemed like an experiment on polarization from physics, with limited space for movement but increasing vibrations.

Several people from the opposing team were amazed, repeatedly exclaiming that Su Cen had already reached their level.

In fact, when it came to actual combat, Su Cen still had a long way to go compared to them.

The ball's trajectory suddenly deviated and heavily touched Su Cen's finger, causing him intense pain before slipping from his hand.

Su Cen frowned slightly, rubbed the knuckle of his injured finger, smiled apologetically at Lin Luoran, and noted that while he was still hurting, it wasn't as weak or swollen as in previous cases.

"With this level of skill, can you catch a girl's attention" Sitting down with Su Cen in a spot nearby, Lin Luoran pointed to the basketball on the ground and joked.

Su Cen laughed dumbly. "Playing basketball is just one way to exercise the body; it doesn't have to be goal-oriented."

Recently, he had been enthusiastically participating in physical training. His fervor was so intense that people were inclined to categorize him among several of his classmates who were passionate about sports. Besides the daily fatigue and soreness from playing basketball, which he distinctly felt, there was also a noticeable improvement in his physique, as well as an enhanced clarity of thought.

Although it was with the mindset of an adult that he occupied this body, the amount of knowledge points he encountered every day remained substantial. His brain was intricate but not a machine; it could short-circuit or be overwhelmed at times. Many people believed they could absorb vast amounts of knowledge if given another chance to live, yet they often neglected the fatigue their bodies and minds would experience under high-stress workloads. This could even lead to resistance.

Proper exercise helped Su Cen clear his mind more efficiently, allowing him to absorb and deeply memorize information at a faster rate and in greater volume.

Even during a dribbling exercise, the monotony of it triggered memories of a microcontroller systems programming computer course graduation project that had given him headaches in his university days.

As for whether or not he should overpower Yue Zijiang on the surface, he hadn't thought about it.

No matter what Lin Luoran's true intention was by having him repeatedly perform basic training, he carried out the exercises monotonously. He did this not for any other reason but because such physical activity allowed multiple muscle groups in his body to receive proper exercise. At this moment when his frail body needed moderate-intensity exercise to stimulate growth, this was precisely what it required.

"Looks like you really want to play basketball well," after taking a sip of water, Lin Luoran's ponytail swayed slightly with the wind, brushing against her chest, "But such training intensity is far from enough. If you wish to see results in next month's match, you'll need to put in more effort."

After pondering for a moment, Lin Luoran took out a stack of notepads and a pen from her backpack, wrote an address on one of them, tore it off, and handed it to Su Can. "Here, if you're free this weekend, come by at the address I've given you. I'll give you some extra lessons."

Su Can took the note; though the handwriting was somewhat crooked, it still had her unique style. It was reasonable enough, as this girl's performance was already perfect – besides having an athletic and graceful physique, she also possessed good looks. But perfection is something no one can achieve; her penmanship didn't match up with her appearance.

"What are you looking at Keep it!" Seeing Su Can examining the crooked handwriting on the note, Lin Luoran's face flushed an unprecedented shade of red as she pushed his hand away. "Not everyone can focus on doing something! I was just inspired by your attitude and decided to help you out a little."

However, this action left Ma Xiaoshi dumbfounded; earlier, the basketball had bounced off the backboard and landed hard on top of Ma Xiaoshi's head. Everyone couldn't help but feel admiration for Su Can: "This guy, Su Can, who doesn’t speak much or make waves, can actually get along well with several beautiful girls! How could anyone learn that"

While everyone was chatting and laughing on the basketball court, no one noticed two female students standing under a row of fragrant camphor trees and locust trees in another part of campus, observing them.n. He wasn’t annoyed by the rejection but rather appreciated Su Cen's calm attitude. After getting Su Cen’s contact information, Wang Weiwei left happily, naturally settling the entire bill for their...