tread. tread. tread.

The sound of unhurried but rhythmic running runs along the avenue in the early morning of the campus. The breeze is blowing, and the golden sunlight is surging between the shadows of the trees, as if walking between dreams and dreams. You only need to open your arms , sprint fast enough, and you can fly with the wind.

Blue sky, white clouds; palms, cicadas; sunshine, rainy season.

Los Angeles in November is still sunny, looking for traces of summer and autumn in every corner, it is difficult to accurately define the colors of the seasons, the only good news that can be sure is that the rainy season is finally coming, for the next year That's good news for the City of Angels, which has one of the few rains.

However, the question is, when will the rain come? Or, will it never come?

Fortunately, such weather is good news for outdoor sports enthusiasts, with less heat and more coolness.

Bend your knees and kick off the ground.

Speed up, slow down.

Macdonald's attention is completely focused on his footsteps. Even if he is jogging, he still needs to pay attention to details such as exertion and speed change.

In the early morning, the campus is not yet fully awake, sporadically you can see the students who study all night in the library waking up and wandering like ghosts; or the students who get up early and prepare to go to the library to catch a report, running all the way with messy hair , eyes can not open.

This also allows MacDonald to focus on his steps and breathing, keeping his focus.

tread. tread. tread.

One step, another step, carefully controlling the rhythm of his breathing in his mind, and then slowly approaching the training ground, the pace gradually slowed down.

Tread. Tread.

However, there was a sound of relaxed footsteps coming from the direction of the court, which disrupted McDonald's thoughts, and he couldn't help raising his head, full of confusion.

who?

Who will be at the training ground at this point in time?

There is still more than an hour before the training time stipulated by Coach Martin.

If it wasn't for yesterday's need to catch up with a report, he missed nearly two hours of training, and today he would not have thought of arriving at the training ground early to make up for the basic training; after all, as the captain this year, he needs to shoulder the first singles responsibility, he needs to lead by example.

But... among the freshmen, is there anyone so diligent?

Macdonald was slightly worried.

If you are a junior or senior student, then forget it, and you will pay attention to the scale when you practice extra in private, but the freshman is still too young and lacks experience. If you practice more on your own, resulting in unnecessary injuries, the loss outweighs the gain .

Macdonald couldn't help but think of last year, he and Gao Wen always practiced extra secretly, hoping to improve their strength as soon as possible and get on the court earlier.

Thinking of this, Macdonald couldn't help showing a smile, so the ignorance of young people is all connected.

A corner, McDonald has entered the training ground.

Tread. Tread. Tread.

A figure in a dark blue jersey is practicing his footwork, using the bottom line of the court as an interval, alternating small steps to accelerate and large strides, keeping the rhythm and frequency and continuing to move sideways. The ultimate goal is not to control time, but to Control stride length and cadence.

Between the two dead ends of the bottom line, from left to right, from right to left, the number of steps back and forth needs to be consistent and accurate.

In this way, train yourself to perceive the sense of space on the bottom line, because the offensive and defensive movement of the bottom line often does not have time to take care of the footsteps, and all adjustments must be done unconsciously, and then find the best shot until you are accurate. The shot time and point of the shot

If your feet are not in place, you need to make corresponding adjustments to ensure that you can get as close to the correct hitting point as possible.

Training is all about control and perception.

This is a very boring and very boring basic footwork training, but it needs to maintain a high degree of concentration. Once the mind is distracted, only the footsteps are moving, and the brain does not follow the footsteps, then the training is all in vain.

The figure in front of him was very focused and devoted.

With his head lowered slightly, his attention was completely focused on his footsteps. His whole figure was hidden on the shadow side of the court. The sun that had not yet fully risen covered the court on the side of the entrance, so that it was somewhat reflective and his face could not be seen clearly. , the whole person is hidden in a halo.

MacDonald hesitated for a moment, but in the end he didn't raise his voice to interrupt the opponent's training, and he didn't even approach, so as to avoid having to start the footwork training from the beginning again.

Fortunately, the training didn't last long and came to an end temporarily. The sound of footsteps rubbing against the ground stopped, and he stood there panting heavily.

"Hey young man, what school year are you in?"

"...captain, I'm a sophomore."

McDonald: Sophomore?

"What profession..." Macdonald took two steps forward, before he could finish his words, the sun was no longer glaring, the backlight effect had disappeared, his vision became clear, and then he saw the sweaty face in front of him:

Gao Wen.

Because it was too unexpected and too sudden, Macdonald couldn't help being stunned, standing where he was, unable to believe what he saw, the lingering sense of chaos from the sunny area into the shadow area, so that An illusion of half-dream, half-awake, standing foolishly.

Gao Wen?

But why did Gao Wen appear here?

In a trance, it seems to have returned to a whole year ago. They were all freshmen, and they set foot on the college arena with dreams and expectations.

Gao Wen let out a long breath and said loudly, "Captain, I'm going to warm up and train, do you want to join?"

The smile, just like this, rises and blooms, like the first ray of dawn in the midsummer morning, standing on the shadow side, but it seems that half of the stadium is brightened.

MacDonald was a little embarrassed.

team leader?

If they hadn't all left the Bruins, the captain of the team would never have been his turn.

"Hey, Captain, I heard from Coach Martin that you are doing very well. Our goal this season is to defend the title."

On the other side of the court, Gawain's smiling voice came again.

He knew MacDonald, whether it was the previous life or this life, they were good friends.

After the start of the season this fall, the UCLA Bruins have not had a good time.

Thompson, Giron and Gawain, the top three players on the team that won the men's tennis double last year, all turned pro in the summer

At the end of his hesitation, Jilong resolutely embarked on his professional journey.

The Bruins ~www.mtlnovel.com~ are seriously injured.

The performance of the autumn season has been very struggling and very sluggish. So far, only McDonald has supported the weight of the entire team.

Macdonald's national ranking is seventh, but apart from him, the other main members of the Bruins team are not ranked, that is, they are outside the 120th in the United States.

Just from this statistic, it can be seen that the current situation of the Bruins is terrible. Let alone defending the title, the new season is likely to be sieved, and everything is not optimistic.

However, McDonald shouldered the responsibility, took over the responsibilities of the captain, and carried the banner of the Bruins.

"Captain", well deserved.

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