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

Lin Hao carried two bags of freshly steamed dumplings into the stadium, the steam rising from the plastic bags.

The fourth week of closed training has officially begun. Today's training is on the "chase-through three-pointer"—the most ruthless move in the three-point system and the soul of the run-and-gun offense.

"Old Dai, good morning!" Lin Hao put the steamed buns down on the sidelines and shouted, "I brought some with chive and egg filling, fresh out of the steamer, eat them while they're hot!"

Dell Curry, who was debugging a high-speed camera, walked over with a smile when he heard this: "You rascal, you even feed people during training." He took the bun, took a bite, and his eyes lit up: "This tastes almost the same as the breakfast place back in my hometown of North Carolina."

"Of course," Lin Hao chuckled, changing into his training clothes. "When we entertain guests, we're all about being practical. Lao Dai, eat more. If you can't master this three-pointer today, I'll have to practice until midnight."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a commotion came from the locker room. Richardson and Arenas walked out one after the other, both looking a little sleepy.

"Haozi, you're too ruthless," Richardson rubbed his eyes, grabbed a steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth. "What time is it? You're already practicing three-pointers?"

Arenas didn't say anything, just silently tied his shoelaces, a stubborn look in his eyes. This kid was also a second-round pick, but his poor performance led to his relegation to the Development League. Lin Hao scouted him from the Development League, and he's been determined to prove himself ever since.

"Stop talking nonsense and get warmed up!" Lin Hao slammed the basketball to the ground with a crisp sound. "If we don't practice well today, nobody's going home!"

Dell Curry set up a whiteboard in the center of the court, covered with densely drawn running routes.

"The core of the pull-up three-pointer is 'fast, accurate, and ruthless'," Dale said seriously, pointing to the route map. "Lin dribbles the ball up the court, Richardson and Arenas run down the flanks to create space. After Lin crosses the half-court line, he doesn't need to slow down; he shoots while running. Remember, it's 'shooting while chasing the defender,' not 'waiting for the defender to get into position before shooting.'"

Lin Hao nodded. He had used this style of play occasionally last season, but back then it was more of an instinct. Now he needed to develop muscle memory.

"start!"

At Dell's command, training officially began.

Lin Hao dribbled the ball from the backcourt and charged forward like a gust of wind. Richardson and Arenas, like two sharp knives, sprinted down the sideline at breakneck speed.

After crossing the center line, Lin Hao did not slow down or even look at the basket. He only caught Richardson's gesture at a 45-degree angle on the left side out of the corner of his eye. With a flick of his wrist, the basketball drew an extremely high parabola.

"Whoosh—"

Hollow into the network!

"Good shot!" Dell yelled from the sidelines. "Rhythm on! Keep it up!"

But in the following instances, problems arose one after another.

Either Lin Hao's advance was too slow, giving the defender time to get into position; or the timing of the shot was wrong, and the ball bounced off the back of the rim; or Richardson's positioning was not good, blocking Lin Hao's view.

"Thud!" The basketball hit the backboard and bounced far away.

Lin Hao was panting heavily, sweat dripping from his chin onto the floor. This was much more tiring than spot shooting; not only did he have to run fast, but he also had to maintain a stable hand position while moving at high speed, and his mind had to calculate the defender's position.

"Lin, your center of gravity was too high when you pushed forward." Dale walked over and pointed to the video replay. "Look here, after you crossed the center line, your body was upright, which made it difficult for you to generate power when you released the shot. You need to lower your center of gravity, like this—"

Dell demonstrated by himself, his upper body was almost parallel to the ground when he advanced with the ball, and he jumped with inertia after crossing the center line, releasing the ball at an extremely high point.

"Swish!" The basketball swished through the net.