Chapter 104 - Basketball Shooting Machine (1/2)

His 11-meter score had scared the bystanders who were watching.

Fat people were strong. That was understandable but this strong? It was not scientific!

Was it really a 7.26 kg lead ball he tossed?

He only threw 8 meters just now, but in twenty minutes, there was a three-meter increase!

Afterward, all the guys looked enviously over at Jiao Yan Ran, not Meng Fan. This sister was too fierce. Was her training skill this high?

There were some bold guys among them, who approached Jiao Yan Ran with a stern face, eagerly asking, “Sister, please teach us!”

After leaving her training mode, Jiao Yan Ran returned to her state of shyness. How could she take such a tone; her ears turned red immediately.

One of the boys from the crowd appeared out of nowhere with a javelin, handing it to Jiao Yan Ran. Unafraid, he spoke, “Sister, we’re all counting on you.”

The guy who had asked for tutelage shrunk back. “This really is heartwarming!”

With such a commotion, the vicinity of the area broke out into laughter.

Jiao Yan Ran took the javelin; this time her face turned red too.

Wang Ya Nan laughed as she spoke. “Herding one sheep is the same as herding a flock. Just take them with you and train them together.”

Jiao Yan Ran had a good temperament. She then thought about it privately. These few guys wouldn’t be able to toss past ten meters, so it wouldn’t affect Meng Fan’s victory. So she agreed.

The boys were happy seeing her agree, not just to make their performance better, but part of it stemmed from their interest to train with or be trained by a beautiful girl. It started out dryly, but now practice was way more vivid.

Maybe someone had caught onto the words ‘teach’ and ‘herd sheep’, for the boy who had asked for help was a talented specimen. Happily, he began singing. “I want to be a lamb, sitting next to her. I wish she had a thin whip and continually hit me.”

Meng Fan, who had just returned from collecting the lead weights, was dumbstruck. Was the famous song by Mr. Wang Luo Bin sang like this? How did the original feeling from listening to it differ so much from what he heard now? Or did the original song intend for this meaning, and he didn’t understand it before?

Pretty badass!

Meng Fan looked at the guy who had asked for training. He saw some hints of Zhang Zhou Wei!

‘Hey, where was Zhang Zhou Wei?’

‘Didn’t Wang Ya Nan just call him? It’s been twenty minutes, and he’s still not here. Man’s got balls!’

Just as he was thinking about it, Meng Fan saw Zhang Zhou Wei squandering over. Once he came, he faced Wang Ya Nan with pain on his face. “I came long ago, but I was running downstairs too fast, so I twisted my ankle!”

“Zhang Zhou Wei, you worked pretty hard to avoid practice!”

Wang Ya Nan did not believe it. When she looked carefully at his swollen ankle, she became flustered. “Why did you come here if you twisted your foot, couldn’t you have called me? Let’s go quickly to the infirmary. I’ll help you. Slow down, hey slow down!”

Meng Fan originally wanted to help, but seeing Zhang Zhou Wei turn to him and bat his eyes bashfully, Meng Fan stopped. He didn’t know if he had really twisted it, but he was sure Zhang Zhou Wei did not want his help. His ruse of self-injury was waiting to win her heart with a bitter love story.

‘Better keep practicing.’

The bystanders who had been practicing shot put were lined up waiting for Jiao Yan Ran’s training. Meng Fan took all the shots, trying it over and over again. He seemed quite serious.

Before each toss, he would play the action first in his mind. Jiao Yan Ran had taught him this. He should never blindly believe his ‘feelings’ and throw it right away.

After tossing several more, the familiar feeling stayed. On his fourth toss, he successfully threw 12 meters!

In the next seven or eight minutes, Meng Fan threw out three more scores over 12 meters.

After a round of tossing, he picked up the weights and rested for a moment before the second round. Out of a dozen tosses, he had tossed seven that had reached 12 meters. The best toss seemed to be 12.50 meters. He could qualify for a second tier national level athlete!

When it came to running, based on Meng Fan’s figure, no matter which category he tried, he wouldn’t even make the third tier national level, nonetheless the second tier.