king of defenders

Chapter 313 Recovery Speed

Although he has won many awards, Meng Yun's draft prospects are still not optimistic. On some draft prediction websites, instead of rising, Meng Yun's ranking has dropped a little, and he has already fallen to the middle of the second round.

This made Guo Hai and Guo Shuyao very worried.

However, Meng Yun didn't care too much. After playing in the NCAA for several months, Meng Yun knew a truth. In fact, the NCAA and the NBA also have their similarities. The most important thing is strength.As long as you have the strength, you will have a bright future. If you don't have the strength, then everything is wild, and it's useless to think about it.

Therefore, Meng Yun gradually began to resume training after the operation.

Of course, it is impossible to resume normal training. He still has some difficulty getting off the ground, so he sits in a wheelchair and only trains basic shooting.

Shooting while sitting in a wheelchair is different from normal shooting, but there are also some things that have been figured out in essence. Meng Yun remembers reading a story about NBA player LaMarcus Aldridge. Before he entered the NBA, his shooting was not good at that time. After an injury, he could not play normally, so he sat in a wheelchair and practiced shooting every day. With continuous training, his shooting movements became more and more standard , also getting softer.

Finally, when his injury healed, he developed a beautiful shot.

Meng Yun is doing this now. He cannot run or jump, but he is not completely unable to train. He can also practice shooting to make his shooting more accurate and stable.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, the basketball bounced out of the basket.

Guo Shuyao stood under the basket, picked up the basketball, and passed it to Meng Yun.

Meng Yun made some adjustments and shot again, but this time he still couldn't make a shot. Suddenly shooting like this made him very uncomfortable, especially when he used his strength. He couldn't use the strength of his legs, so his shots were always a little short.In addition, you can't jump up, the shooting point is very low, and the shooting arc must be very high, which is also a problem.

"It's okay." Guo Shuyao encouraged: "It will definitely be difficult at the beginning, let's do it again."

"En." Meng Yun responded, making another shot.

It's a pity that I still didn't make it this time, but Meng Yun has already found some tricks.

With the progress of shooting training, Meng Yun also quickly adapted, from continuous hitting iron to occasionally scoring one, and then the probability of scoring is getting higher and higher.
A month later.

This is an indoor arena, only Meng Yun and Guo Shuyao, Meng Yun sat in a wheelchair, slapped the basketball casually twice, then exerted strength with his arm and flicked his wrist.

With a whoosh, the basketball flew out from his fingertips, crossed a high arc, and then pierced the net with a swish, sending up a white wave.

"Good shot." Guo Shuyao praised, picked up the ball and passed it to Meng Yun.

Meng Yun raised his hand, another hollow hit.

Then came the third one, and the fourth one made more than a dozen shots in a row, all of which were hollow hits. Meng Yun's movements were consistent and extremely stable, and he didn't change the slightest even after more than a dozen shots.

You must know that shooting is tiring. Most people will deform their movements after shooting a few balls, because their arms will get tired, and their movements will deform after being tired.

But Meng Yun didn't have it at all. The dozen or so shots were carved out of the same mold. Every shot was the same movement, with the same strength, and every shot was hollow.

It wasn't until the 23rd shot that Meng Yun's movements changed slightly, and the shot missed.

"Unfortunately." Guo Shuyao exclaimed.

Meng Yun smiled slightly, but he didn't think much of it. Compared with a month ago, his shooting percentage had improved and stabilized too much.

A month ago, he hit the iron repeatedly, and now he has been able to score 22 in a row.

"Continue." Meng Yun smiled, opened his hands for the ball, and continued training.

After half an hour, Meng Yun stopped.

Suddenly, Meng Yun got up and stood up from the wheelchair. Guo Shuyao watched him hesitate to speak, and saw that Meng Yun gradually stood up, left the wheelchair, took a few steps in place, and then walked faster and faster.

"Meng Yun." Guo Shuyao was delighted.

"Hehe." Meng Yun smiled, quickened his pace, picked up the basketball on the ground, and started dribbling in place. His movements were not fast, and even a little rusty, but he quickly became proficient and got rid of dribbling in place. , started dribbling and walking, came to the free throw line, bent his legs, and flicked his wrist.

boom!
Although it was blacksmithing, Guo Shuyao was already extremely happy, and shouted: "Meng Yun, you can go."

"Well, I can walk and shoot." Meng Yun stepped forward to pick up the basketball, returned to the free throw line, adjusted a little, and shot again.

Swish!
In this time.

Afterwards, Meng Yun shot again and again, and his movements became more and more proficient and natural.

In fact, Meng Yun felt that he could move as early as a week ago. He tried to stand up, but he didn't feel any problem. He was just being conservative and didn't take any risks.

And now he can be sure that his injury is really healed soon, he can walk freely, bend his knees, jump up, and the knee that has undergone surgery is not uncomfortable, and it is enough to bear his own weight.

"It's amazing. It's only been a month, and I feel that I'm almost fully recovered." Meng Yun was excited, and couldn't help but sigh the magic of the "solar storm". It is to be able to barely walk, and it is impossible to run and jump.

After some more attempts, Meng Yun felt that there was no problem, and he could do basic shooting and dribbling.

He was very excited, he had already had enough of living in a wheelchair for a month.

"Bang bang."

"Swish"

Meng Yun is like a child, enjoying dribbling and shooting.

It wasn't until half an hour later that Meng Yun stopped. He finally felt that his knee was under too much load, and he felt some unnatural feeling. Obviously, the injury was not completely healed.

However, this was enough for him to be happy.

"Phew, I can walk freely. It feels so good to play." Meng Yun let out a foul breath and looked at Guo Shuyao, "Sister Shuyao, do you feel that my shooting is more accurate than before?"

"Ah?" Guo Shuyao froze for a moment, thought about it seriously, nodded and said, "It seems to be a little more accurate than before. Your shooting action now, well, how should I put it, I feel very comfortable."

"Haha, that's right." Meng Yun laughed.

It seems that this month's training has not been in vain. When the legs can't move, it can focus more on the arms. One month's training is enough to catch up with the usual months.

Of course, strictly speaking, Meng Yun's hit rate has not improved much compared to before, because his injury has not fully recovered.However, it is foreseeable that after he fully recovers from his injury and trains for a period of time, and transforms the results of this month's training into his own strength, his shooting will definitely be able to reach a new level.

(End of this chapter)