NBA: Northeast China's spectacular dunks sweep the entire league.

The air in the Warriors' training facility was filled with the smell of rubber mixed with sweat.

This is the third week of the closed training.

Lin Hao stood outside the three-point line, dribbling the basketball continuously, his eyes fixed on Dell Curry standing under the basket.

The previous two weeks of grueling training had sculpted his shooting form into a precision instrument, and his release time of 0.8 seconds was barely up to par. But today, Dell Curry raised the bar for training to another level.

"Lin, today we're practicing the 'drift three-pointer'." Dale pushed the obstacle to the center of the court. "You'll start from the left corner, dribble and drive, then stop abruptly while moving and execute the drift three-pointer. Remember, the release point needs to be high, and you need to use your body to engage the defender."

Lin Hao nodded and took a deep breath.

The drifting three-pointer was his signature move last season and a powerful weapon for winning games in crucial moments. But his previous drifting three-pointers relied more on physical talent and hang time, with wide, sweeping movements that sometimes even felt like a "swinging" motion.

Now, Dell wants precise, efficient, and energy-saving drifting.

"start!"

As soon as Dell finished speaking, Lin Hao charged out like a cheetah.

He dribbled incredibly fast, instantly shaking off the first obstacle. But just as he jumped to release the ball, Dell Curry suddenly appeared beside him and slammed his shoulder into his waist.

"Bang!"

A tremendous force struck, causing Lin Hao to lose his balance in mid-air, and the basketball slipped from his grasp.

"Thud!" The basketball hit the back of the rim and bounced out of bounds.

"You lost your balance." Dale stood still, his tone as calm as if he were reading an instruction manual. "When you were hit in the air, your subconscious thought was to shoot the ball, so your force was uneven. Remember, the core of the drift shot is not making the shot, but maintaining a stable hand shape during contact."

Lin Hao, panting heavily, picked up the ball, a fierce glint in his eyes.

"Again!"

Another breakthrough, another confrontation.

"Smack!" Still no luck.

"Again!"

"Smack!" The ball hits the rim.

"Again!"

After more than ten consecutive failures, the veins on Lin Hao's forehead bulged. He felt like a child who had just learned to play basketball, unable to even make the most basic shot.

"Uncle Dale!" Lin Hao slammed the ball to the ground, his Northeastern temper flaring up instantly. "What are we going to do? It goes awry the moment it touches me, isn't this just pure nonsense?"

Dell Curry ignored his complaints, walked up to him, took the basketball, and demonstrated for him.

"Watch closely, Lin." Dale didn't jump with full force, but instead, in an extremely compact posture, he slightly turned his body in mid-air, using his back to sense Dale's position, and then flicked his wrist slightly.

"Whoosh—"

Hollow-core netting.

The movements were small, yet incredibly steady.

"See that?" Dell tossed him the ball. "Drifting isn't about dancing in the air; it's about finding a foothold in the physical contact. Your coordination is great, better than most NBA players, so you can do it. Don't fight the physical contact; learn to use leverage."

Lin Hao was stunned for a moment.

Good body coordination?

He suddenly remembered his childhood at the provincial sports school, where the coach always said he was "like a monkey, incredibly fast and flexible." It turned out that this wasn't just talent; it could also be used in shooting.

"Use the momentum..." Lin Hao muttered to himself as he dribbled and broke through again.

This time, he didn't choose to withstand Dale's impact head-on. Instead, at the moment of contact, he leaned slightly in the opposite direction, using the rebound force to adjust his center of gravity and jump off one foot.

"Whoosh!"

The basketball flew a high parabola and swished through the net!

"Good shot!" Dell rarely shouted "Good shot!" "That's the rhythm! Keep it up!"

For the next hour, Lin Hao seemed to have unlocked his full potential.

He no longer blindly pursued a forceful strike after a confrontation, but instead learned to utilize the momentum of his body. When Dale bumped his left shoulder, he drifted to the right; when Dale bumped his waist, he tucked in his stomach and leaned back.

The basketball pierced the net again and again, and the shooting percentage steadily increased.

40%...42%...44%...

Sweat dripped from Lin Hao's chin onto the floor, but he felt no fatigue. The thrill of turning the impossible into the possible was even more exhilarating than dunking.

"47th time, hit!" Dale looked at the counter and finally smiled with satisfaction. "Lin, your movement now is starting to resemble mine back in the day."

"Absolutely!" Lin Hao wiped his sweat, grinned, and said, "How could a sniper rifle from a hunter from Northeast China be inaccurate?"

The training session ended at 5 p.m.

Lin Hao slumped onto the floor, feeling like his legs weren't even his own anymore. But he was secretly pleased and glanced at the system panel.

[Ding! Exclusive tactical training [Drifting Three-Pointer] completion rate reached 75%. Temporary buff unlocked: [Aerial Coordination], increasing shooting accuracy under pressure by 5% (lasts 24 hours).]

"75%..." Lin Hao looked at the number and felt more confident.

At this rate, the moveset will be finalized in three more days. Then, combined with the previous "lightning-fast shot" and "Northeast sniper" tactics, he will truly become unstoppable beyond the three-point line.

As I walked out of the training hall, the sun was setting perfectly.

Zhang Qingying sent a video call; the background was the warm yellow light of her home in Fengtian.

"Haozi, are you done training? Look at you, all sweaty. What tough training did you do this time?" Zhang Qingying looked at him with concern.

"It's nothing, just practicing my shooting." Lin Hao smiled and pointed his phone camera at the sky. "Qingying, let me tell you, I feel really good right now. Uncle Dale said my coordination is just what I was born for."

"Of course, how could my stuff not be amazing?" Zhang Qingying laughed on the other end, her voice as gentle as a spring breeze. "By the way, Guo Ailun called me today, saying he made 100 three-pointers and his hand is swollen. He asked when you're going to come back and teach him."

"This kid..." Lin Hao shook his head with a smile, a hint of anticipation in his eyes, "After he finishes training here, I'll have him come to America this summer. Then I'll show him what a real 'Northeast sniper' is all about."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Hao started the car.

The roar of the engine echoed through the empty parking lot.

He knows that every drop of sweat he sheds now is for the playoffs a few months from now. When that time comes, when opponents think they have to stop his drives, he will use this drifting three-pointer, like a sniper rifle, to shatter their confidence one by one.

"Drift three-pointer..." Lin Hao gripped the steering wheel, a cold smile playing on his lips. "Just wait, next season, no one can stop me."