Li Yuzhong woke up in shock and his scalp was in ache.

Twelve to zero, and the game ended hastily. Everyone in the second class of 2nd year was ashamed. The blow came too much, and the heat was extinguished. Everyone changed their dirty clothes in the locker room and was about to go back to the dormitory. Liao Xuebing stopped them with a smile: "If you lose, just think that nothing is wrong? No one reflected on why he lost so badly? Are you complaining about a referee who enforced the law too fairly, or is the other party's coach too strong?"

Both options are in disguise praise themselves and ask students to answer. Ye Yuhu watched the entire game process and calmed down and found that he lost without any grievance and could not blame others. The Black Super Team has both skills and tactics, and its level is not lower than that of a professional team. It is natural for them to lose, and it is a miracle that does not lose.

"The Blue Team is very powerful. They have good skills, good awareness and good cooperation. The most important thing is to use various means to attack the opponent, such as some very hidden fouls to anger the enemy and make him make mistakes. Moreover, the Blue Team has very good physical fitness. In a normal two-person confrontation, none of us is their opponent." Ye Yuhu deserves to be Ye Yuhu, and he can see the essence at a glance.

"That's right. You will draw lots this afternoon. You will likely participate in the first official game. Now let Mr. Li, the acting leader of the Blue Team, summarize the tactical essence for you. Everyone applauds and welcomes you."

Sparse applause sounded, and it was obvious that everyone was not very enthusiastic.

Li Qian, who took a shower and changed into a casual suit, walked in and wore a pair of flat glasses without any degree. Since he saw Liao Xuebing as a "supervised killer", this guy looked gentle and elegant, and showed a violent side at the critical moment. His strong personal style and unique temperament, and his huge contrast in front of him, all made Li Qian intoxicated him, and regarded Liao Xuebing as an idol. His outfit was deliberately imitated by him.

But I always feel a little unnatural. After observing Bing Ge again, I suddenly realized: "It turns out that Bing Ge has left a stubble, which is a decadent and free temperament! How can I reflect Bing Ge's vicissitudes without a stubble?" I secretly decided to retire the "Straight 3" at home. Unexpectedly, when I went back, I led a trend in a small circle. In the Black Super League, everyone thought it was beautiful to keep a stubble, and when I met someone, I said: "Why are you still shaving? So backward! Which champion team doesn't have a stubble?" Later, the influence expanded, affecting young people in the entire underworld, with their hair, stubble, black-framed glasses, and a woodpecker knife. They all took this as fashion. Naturally, no one expected that the initiator Lao Liao just forgot to shave because of a hangover that day.

Back to the point, Li Qian pushed his glasses - this action is always similar in shape but not in spirit, which makes him distressed - said: "Students, let's explore the causal relationship between losing and winning. First of all, the skills are skills. You have not been systematically trained and the skills are too awkward. You are the No. 11 just now. Your footwork is good, mainly because you are too impatient." Pointing to Ye Yuhu, he said: "You are not open enough. You can pass other players several times to resolve the players who defend you, but you don't see it. In addition, your body is still inconsistent, and the number of times you hook the ball is very stiff. It is easy for others to find your space, such as this, this... it will be better." Li Qian said, picking the ball and signaling it several times in slow motion.

Ye Yuhu didn't think so at first, and he looked foolishly with his hands. However, although Li Qian spoke clumsyly, he talked to the point and aroused his interest. He couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Li, how can you maintain balance in running by doing fake moves as you demonstrate?"

"In fact, these movements have little impact on running. If you can practice more and use them proficiently, it will be better in actual combat. Let's try it." With a toe, the ball fell steadily at Ye Yuhu's feet. Li Qian has been paying attention to the battle situation, and he knows the shortcomings, weaknesses and advantages of each other's opponent.

Ye Yuhu tried several times according to the law, but he was always unaware of the trick. Li Qian said: "Let our professional forward of the Blue Team teach you. Let's find a family, come here."

Ye Yuhu looked at the person in front of him, his face changed immediately, and the two looked at each other coldly. Fang Li's family said, "Boy, I have the courage to go to the court to distinguish the scores and the truth is seen under our feet."

"Damn, who is afraid of who?" Ye Yuhu took off his leather shoes, changed into sneakers and followed him out.

"Well, No. 13, you," Li Qian pointed at Zhong Bai and continued: "You are the midfielder, and your position is very important, but your eyes are flashing on the court. Don't compete for the ball, don't compete for the ball, and run over to waste time, and interrupt your teammates' offensive routine. I know you are afraid of our blue team's 'reasonable collision'. When fighting for the header, you just need to use your back so hard, avoid the opponent's focus and hit your shoulders out, and the opponent will definitely not be able to compete for you. Also, don't always wave your hands when protecting the ball, as this will cause your body to lose balance and fall easily."

After saying one, he pointed the topic at Li Yuzhong: "I clearly remember that you seem to be a forward, but you follow wherever you go. Even the responsibility of the backcourt guard was robbed. Do you have so much energy? Do you really think you are a free agent?"

When it comes to everyone, every sentence hits the point and is something they urgently need to improve. Wang Long and Cui Zheng have to accept it. The various techniques he mentioned include how to collide with their opponents in the game without causing fouls, and how to anger the opponents and cause them to fouls are all very dirty methods, but they make the students intoxicated and gradually forget the unhappiness in the friendly match just now.

Li Qian thought to himself: "Teach them well, and you will have face in front of Brother Bing. If the relationship is settled, go out and shout. I am Brother Bing's brother, who dares to say the first half of gossip?" Therefore, he was sincere and very attentive when teaching.

It took half an hour to explain the advantages and disadvantages of the second-class team in the second year. It was almost past the lunch break. At this time, the students were very convinced by Li Qian and secretly guessed that he was a member of a professional team and began to gain confidence in future games.

"Everyone go back and rest first. The draw in the afternoon is not necessarily us. We still have plenty of time to train and disband." Liao Xuebing stopped Li Qian's speech at the right time. It would be great if the students were so fascinated in Chinese class.
Chapter completed!