Sometimes you don't try hard enough, and then you don't know what despair is.

  In the afternoon, Song Min returned home and logged into the school's teaching affairs system to check his grades. The column for physical education was indeed dismal.

  If you don't court death, you won't die...... Why did she choose basketball in the last semester? The basket was right there, but she just couldn't score, no matter how hard she tried...

  After dinner, Song Min was particularly enthusiastic about changing into sports clothes and holding Song Hao's basketball, pulling Dad to the basketball court in the community.

  "Dad Song: 'Why are you suddenly so interested in basketball?'"

  Song Min's inner OS: Can I say I'm stimulated...

  On the basketball court.

  "The posture of holding the ball is incorrect, like this, like that, ah, it's correct now, throw!"

  Song Dad looked at the ball that didn't even wipe the basket and doubted whether Song Min was his own... Why didn't he have any sports cells? He used to be a little prince on the court!

  "Come on!"

  Resubmit.

  Closer than last time.

  Song Dad: "Song Min, haven't you eaten yet?!"

  Song Min: "......"

  Resubmit.

  ……

  ……

  Song Dad is silent.

  Song Min sat on the basketball with a deflated expression, "Why is this basketball so difficult!!!!!!"

  "Maybe you... aren't talented enough, be good and practice harder." Song Dad waved his hand, for the first time feeling that Song Hao was still very excellent, at least he could make shots.

  "Song Shu, are you two exercising?" Wen Yan walked past the basketball court and happened to see Song's father and daughter, so he stood outside the court fence and greeted the two.

  Song Dad complained: "This kid insists on pulling me out to practice shooting, alas, I'm old, and I haven't even practiced much yet, but I'm already panting."

  Song Min's face turned black: Dad, are you done mocking me? I'm tired of being mocked...

  Song Dad had an idea, "Xiao Wen, can you play basketball?"

  "I know a little."

  Song Min's scalp began to tingle as she bowed her head, and her father was definitely not going to say anything good...

  As expected...

  "Why don't you come and help me teach Song Min, this kid has read books to the point of foolishness." Mr. Song shook his head, with a painful expression on his face.

  "Good."

  Song Min: "......"

  Wen Yan walked into the court, took off his jacket and revealed a sweater and shirt underneath, looking quite handsome, just the way Song Min liked him.

  But... big brother, you're really going all out, aren't you? Are you sure your clothes won't get torn playing like that?

  "Pass me the ball." Wen Yan said, stretching out his hand towards Song Min who was sitting on the basketball and staring up at him.

  Song Min only then realized he was still sitting on the basketball, his face suddenly turning hot, and he hastily moved his butt to hand the ball over to Wen Yan.

  Wen Yan lightly threw it in from beyond the three-point line with one hand.

  Song Min looked at Wen Yan's eyes with a hint of admiration.

  "Not bad, not bad." Song Dad patted Wen Yan's shoulder with great appreciation. "I'll be back first, and I'll leave Song Min to you. You young people communicate well."

  "Dad..."

  Watching Song Dad leave, Song Min felt like hitting someone. She wasn't familiar with Wen Yan at all, why did she have to let her and Wen Yan be alone together again and again?!!

  Wen Yan asked for Song Min's opinion: "Start practicing?"

  "Oh." Song Min adjusted his posture, aiming at the basket to shoot.

  "Wait a minute." But was stopped by Wen Yan's words.

  "Your hands should be like this." Wen Yan directly corrected Song Min's posture with his hand, then went around to Song Min's back, covered both hands on Song Min's hands, "Throw!"

  The ball was thrown out with gentle force and steadily entered the basket.

  "Awesome." Song Min sighed, with a thin layer of red on his face. When he just leaned in close, the faint scent of mint could be smelled on him, and the warm sensation on the back of his hand still lingered, making one's heart skip a beat.

  "When throwing the ball, your wrist should be bent downwards, you know?" Wen Yan said slowly, his voice low and deep.

  "Hmm." Song Min nodded, still with a red face.

  ……

  Threw many times, still one did not enter, in between warm words countless times hand in hand with Song Min to throw.

  But when Song Min himself shot, the basketball was disobedient, either deviating or even unable to touch the net.

  "Ahhhhh, damn it to hell!!" Song Min cursed as he ran to pick up the ball, what grudge, what resentment, why did it have to be basketball?!

  "Let's stop here for today, the movements are fine, just need to control the strength." Wen Yan put on his jacket and took over the basketball from Song Min. Because of running around picking up balls, Song Min's face was red and sweaty, looking quite cute.

  "It's okay, just practice more when you have time."

  On the way back, Wen Yan comforted Song Min.

  Song Min sighed and said with a hopeless expression, "It's useless. Sometimes you don't try hard enough, or you won't know what despair is."

  Last semester she practiced basketball for two whole weeks before the exam, but still didn't get a better score than someone who hadn't practiced at all... This is really frustrating...

  Warm words: "......"

  Lost for words at the moment, I don't know how to respond.

  Remained silent for a while.

  "It's still necessary to have dreams, who knows if they'll come true."

  Song Min: "......"