Gu Jianfeng couldn't help but be stunned. He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth before stammering and said, "Xiao, Xiao Song, are you the worm in my stomach?"

Song Baojun nodded: "I am a psychologist. By the way, I guess briefly that you are quarreling with your wife recently, probably because of the house or the education of your children. In short, your wife will never give in on this issue, so you are very depressed and can't lift your spirits in class. I feel that life is hopeless and society is so difficult..."

Gu Jianfeng's mouth was already open, his eyes were filled with shock, and he couldn't help but say: "There is indeed a small problem at home. My wife wants to hire a tutor for her child, but I don't agree. What's the use of tutoring a child who is only in the third grade of elementary school? So my wife started fighting with me..."

"A woman, when she cannot realize her wish for this life, she will put all her life's ideals on her children, hoping that her children can realize it on her behalf. In short, this is a matter of values. The contradictions are basically irreconcilable. Don't think about solving them. Just try to satisfy them. Spend less pocket money, smoke less packs of good cigarettes, go to the bar to drink less wine, and take the money to her for tutoring."

Gu Jianfeng nodded and found that he was accidentally taught a life education class by a student. He said depressedly: "Yes, do you plan to stay in the basketball hall for training? Otherwise, it seems that your basic skills are not solid and you must not have much contact with basketball. I will practice with you."

"That's good." Song Baojun put on a stance of obedience, "Would you practice a slam dunk first or a jump shot from the three-point line?"

Gu Jianfeng couldn't help but hold his forehead, feeling that it was difficult for both sides to communicate, and said, "You can't even walk, do you still want to fly? Slam dunk in the air! You sprint and jump to see if you can touch the basket with your hands?"

Song Baojun really sprinted and jumped foolishly, raised his hand to touch the basket. However, he tried his best, his fingers were still more than twenty centimeters away from the bottom of the rebound. He fell heavily, supported his knees with both hands and breathed, saying, "Reality and ideals are indeed quite a distance."

Gu Jianfeng shook his head and said, "You are incorrect in your jumping posture and cannot produce explosive power. The tendons, ligaments, muscles, and joints have not been stretched. The muscle group on the back of the thigh has no strength at all, and the sprinting speed is too slow, and even the ball is unstable, and I am embarrassed to lift the slam dunk in the air. I can't imagine what kind of garbage performance you will be after representing the basketball team in the class."

Even though Song Baojun had the strong psychological quality of a vulgar personality, his face still couldn't help but blush and reluctantly argued: "I have to have a positive motivation."

"The food must be eaten one bite at a time, and the road must be taken step by step. Don't think about reaching the sky in one step." Gu Jianfeng finally found his confidence as the number one in track and field teachers in the country and said loudly: "Start by running with the ball, until you can do it without losing the ball while running, we can continue to the next step of training."

The two practiced until after eight o'clock in the evening, night fell. Song Baojun had never experienced such high-intensity training. He ran back and forth while slapped the ball, turned back, stopped urgently, dribbled the ball, dribbled the ball, and dribbled the ball. The process was boring and exhausted, and he had the idea of ​​giving up countless times in the middle.

Thinking about my secret energy reserves that can’t even support the integration of violent personality for three minutes. What kind of protection fees should I charge for others when I encounter problems in the future? Do I have to continue to be bullied? So I gritted my teeth and persevered.

Gu Jianfeng explained to him one by one how to adjust his breathing and maintain the rhythm during exercise, what postures are the most appropriate, and how to do it so as not to hurt himself. These are all knowledge that Song Baojun had never been exposed to in daily life, and he felt that he benefited a lot.

Teazhou University usually ends at around 5 pm. After class, many students bring their own basketball to the basketball hall, which is lively, but everyone does not pay much attention to these two students who practice dribbling.

Gu Jianfeng thought that he would be over after practicing for at least 30 minutes, but he didn't expect that this thin boy would run for more than three hours and never shouted the word "tired". His sweat was spilled all over the floor. He was surprised and couldn't help but admire him. He also practiced by his side and refused to go home. Anyway, he was still quarreling with his wife when he got home, so it would be better to stay on the court and be more casual.

Looking at the watch, I felt that the time was almost over, and I blew the whistle and said, "Okay, let's do this today, and then your body will not be able to bear it. Too much is not enough, and the effect will be counterproductive. When you go back, find someone to help you massage your muscles so that you will not cause damage. Otherwise, you may not be able to get up the next day."

Song Baojun picked up his clothes and wiped the sweat off his face and said, "Is Teacher Gu busy? I'll treat you to dinner and ask a few beauties from the cheerleaders to accompany you. How about going to the singing and practice room to have a few glasses of wine? I think Teacher Gu is so old, holding the next generation who is more than 10 or 20 years younger than you, and singing "Late Love" in his mouth."

Gu Jianfeng wiped the cold sweat and thought to himself that this guy was not amazing, but he was full of colorful things. He quickly shook his head and refused: "If you don't go home so late, your sister-in-law will have to doubt whether I have an affair. Next time."

"If you want to drink with a beautiful female college student, come to me at any time." Song Baojun waved his hand and walked out the door.

Seeing this, a girl in the stand stood up and greeted her and said, "You have finally finished practicing?"

Song Baojun was shocked. The girl was tall, with a pair of gorgeous long legs, wearing a white striped sportswear that she had not changed into during physical education classes, and a light and neat ponytail behind her head. Isn’t it Ye Jingchun?

Song Baojun was excited and immediately took a charming position of athletic athletes just coming off the field and sweating, saying, "Just finished practicing the ball, what are you doing here?"

"I'm waiting for you." Ye Jingchun showed a bright and white smile and said, "I didn't scream when I saw you running very carefully on the court, and I kept watching."

Song Baojun felt it was hard for a moment that he could not help himself. As a non-famous silly man, a silly man, and an otaku who had no connection with women, he had never held hands with other girls except Yuan Shuang. At this time, a tall and handsome girl was willing to wait for him on the side of the court for more than three hours. How could he imagine it before?

He was about to blush and couldn't speak in front of Ye Jingchun. How could he have the nerve to see this embarrassing attitude? Finally, the despicable personality played a role in time. He had turned into a calm expression outside his hot thoughts and said, "Ah, why didn't you say it earlier when I waited for me for so long? It's so embarrassing."
Chapter completed!