"Several times! That ball, the ball was hit without even looking at it! Where did you get the confidence?! That ball is just one, it will definitely pass the net, it will definitely be in the bounds, huh?! There are several more A ball flew towards your face, and you didn’t know how to step back or hit it?!" Coach Tan recalled his ups and downs when watching the game just now, and his face became even more serious in fear.
"No, Lao Tan, we went there only when we were sure..." Gu Yi noticed that the atmosphere was a bit solemn and tried to explain to Song Yimian and himself.
"Shut up!" Coach Tan took a deep breath and was about to speak, when a crisp, more severe scolding came from Yihui Middle School next to him, "Five to zero?! You didn't get a single point, you guys Why do you have the nerve to fight with me here?! You have a lot of flaws, can’t you see it?! Who do you have the right to blame your teammates and partners?!"
Coach Tan held a breath in his chest and coughed violently.
Gu Yi's slightly open mouth closed instantly. He shrugged in shock. He turned back and glanced at the team members of Yihui Middle School who were bowing their heads and booing. Suddenly, he felt that his coach was quite pleasant.
When Gu Yi turned back to look at Coach Tan, the sullen look on his face was gone.
"Ahem, um," Coach Tan raised his eyebrows slightly, pursed his lips and cleared his throat to hide his embarrassment after being interrupted in the middle of his anger, "remember to protect yourself when you are playing ball." There was no momentum left in what he said. Word.
"Beep!————" The referee moved his hands, feet and neck on the sidelines and climbed onto the referee's chair again.
Before Gu Yi came on the field, he glanced at Yi Hui one last time. He couldn't help but sympathize with the players and whispered to Song Yimian, "Are they fighting among themselves? Is it because we played too hard and they didn't score points? Or is it because they don't have a tacit understanding?" , Conceded several goals? This psychological quality is too bad. At this time, shouldn't we be more united and face the outside world as one?"
"It's so ugly to see this on TV." He seemed to have just remembered that there was a live broadcast. He straightened his back and pretended to adjust his collar.
At this time, even Song Yimian couldn't help but look back, and then continued to say indifferently, "It has nothing to do with you, fight how you want."
After hearing these words, Coach Tan felt a hot liquid rush straight to his forehead, and his eyesight turned black.
He held his forehead to catch his breath, not expecting these two people to really do what he wanted, so he gave up and said, "It's almost time, you guys... Hey, forget it, let's fight as much as we like. Well, just be happy and protect yourselves from getting hurt!"
Gu Yi nodded and acknowledged twice, then said to Song Yimian, "Brother Mian, weren't we a little too harsh in the first five rounds? How about we give in to them in the last round?"
"Hey," Coach Tan's wrinkled eyes widened, his eyes lit up, and he said happily, "I think Gu Yi's idea is very good and worth learning. Proper and good competition between peers It’s very important, but everything has to have a degree, right? Then your next round..."
"Showing your true level and competing seriously is how you respect your opponent." Song Yi said sternly, "There are winners and losers in the game. If you lose embarrassingly and lose face, then train well after the game to improve yourself and come back next year. For once, instead of continuing to lie flat and hoping that your opponent will be kind enough to give you a break."
Sometimes, Coach Tan really hates Song Yimian's strict, sharp-edged, and ruthless character towards outsiders.
"Yes, it is definitely wrong to expect the other party to let you off the hook," Coach Tan agreed, "but you are not the one waiting to be let off. You should retain your strength, Yihui's two The players are not as good as you, so you don’t have to use all your skills on them. There are still so many games ahead, and stronger opponents are waiting for you."
"Furthermore, look at how badly they were scolded just now. They lost all the singles and doubles in six games, and couldn't score a single point. This is such a blow to their self-confidence. If this is put on you, you can still play in the next games. Are you feeling energetic?"
"It's just the preliminaries. Leave a way out for yourself and others, and don't push yourself too hard." After Coach Tan said these words sincerely, he patted Song Yimian on the shoulder.
Song Yimian put down the towel and saw the lunch box
The box had already arrived. He turned to Coach Tan and said, "Coach, please ask others to come over for dinner first. It's too late."
"Leave." He called Gu Yi again.
Coach Tan looked at the time and saw that it was a bit late, so he asked Coach Sun to send a message to Tang Hui. When he turned back, Song Yimian and Gu Yi were already on the field, "Hey, brat, are you going to let me in or not? Give me a try." Xin'er!"
Maybe the voice was a little loud, which attracted the two coaches from Yihui Middle School to look at him. The female coach's eyes were very calm, and her dark eyes were like two pools of stagnant water, without a trace of fluctuation. The other male coach, who also looked very young, had his hands folded across his chest and glared at Coach Tan angrily. His eyes seemed to be threatening. It felt like I was eating Coach Tan up, but at the same time I was very aggrieved.
Coach Tan felt the unfriendly gaze and looked back with his peripheral vision. Then he calmly straightened his clothes, put his hands behind his back, held his head high and strode back.
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"What are you thinking about?" Seeing Tao You's worried look, Hong Xiqi asked with concern, "Sister Tang Hui asked us to go back and start dinner."
Tao You frowned slightly, "It's nothing, I just haven't seen Song Yimian fight so fiercely, it's a bit visually shocking."
When the two of them walked to the team position, other team members were packing their schoolbags and getting ready to eat. It's just that their movements are very slow, their attention is focused on the unsuspicious game in Game 3, and they don't want to be distracted for a moment.
"I'll go, eh, did Song Yimian and Gu Yi take the wrong medicine today? Were they the same two just now?"
"I don't think it's strange that Gu Yi is so crazy, but Song Yimian is crazy with him. Hiss, it's true that after training together for so long, today's session is really an eye-opener for me."
"But I have to say, the through ball he played just now was really cool! Even the captain may not be able to do it so well." A team member said excitedly, while raising his hand to imitate Song Yimian's action, " It’s so neat! The two people on the other side were stunned, their expressions, hahaha, someone must have taken screenshots to make emoticons during the live broadcast.”
Not surprisingly, everyone was discussing the game just now.
"The sixth game begins now. Beep!——" The referee blew his whistle.
"Hurry up and clean up." Tang Hui urged everyone, as if in slow motion, "I can watch it in a while, don't miss this time."
"Hey, look, did Song Yimian and Gu Yi change their tactics?"
"Why has the speed slowed down?"
"Is it because I fought too fast just now and am running out of energy?"
"Fart! This is obviously trying to trick the other person."
"Delay tactics...but why do I feel like this scene is so familiar."
"Of course we are familiar with each other. During the previous training, they paired up with us for doubles training. When they were about to show off, they were exactly the same as now." Another team member who had previously conducted doubles training with Song Yimian and Gu Yi said.
"You mean, they are ready to let go?" The teammate's partner showed a slightly horrified expression, as if recalling some bad memory, "It's over, it's over." He was sympathizing with the two players on the opposite side.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, I remember that you were let go before. It seems that you have been autistic for a long time."
"roll!"
"Get out!" The two team members had a tacit understanding and sneered with dark faces, obviously not wanting to recall the unpleasant memory of being hit by dimensionality reduction.
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Seeing that no one was listening to her words, Tang Hui shrugged and followed the changes on the field.
If you can't beat it, join.
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"Fifteen to zero, Yihui leads." The referee soon blew the whistle, and the first game was over.
Gu Yi and Song Yimian bumped fists and retreated to the back of the field. Both of them looked very calm, with no regrets at all after losing the game. Even the members of the No. 1 Middle School showed no trace of loss or blame. Coach Tan took off his brand-new sunglasses from his collar and looked at the two mirrors.
She took a deep breath, wiped it clean, and put it on the bridge of her nose slowly and gracefully.
Although Yihui won the game, no one showed any expressions related to joy on their faces. Even the audience was not as excited and active as they were when Yizhong won the game just now.
Tao You, who watched Yihui's winning process from the sidelines, couldn't help but show a sympathetic look to Yihui's two players.
——I finally understand why they all play autistic in training matches. This is a proper dimensionality reduction blow. After the fight, who wouldn’t doubt life?
Everyone knew that if Gu Yi hadn't stumbled a few times out of thin air and made a mistake in swinging his racket, the game would not have ended so quickly, but it was hard to say whether the final score would have changed.
"Tsk, no," Hong Xiqi sneered, putting her hands on her hips, and pointed at the field, "Gu Yi should have at least done it more concealedly. He just flopped out of thin air, but he couldn't figure it out."
"Look at the disgusting faces of Yihui's gang. I feel like I want to go out and pull Song Yimian and Gu Yi down and beat them up right now."
——Falling is a little trick that Gu Yihui came up with.
Even if the audience and Hong Xiqi could see things, Tao You could naturally see them clearly. She silently looked at Yihui's two team members. Their tense faces were full of unyielding. Their four eyes were fixed on Song Yimian and Gu Yi opposite them, and their back molars were gritted. There was a sound, and the muscles on the cheeks swelled.
Especially the player standing behind the baseline, whose expression was so violent that it made people feel panic and fear in their hearts, making them want to retreat involuntarily.
He clenched his back molars, and the muscles on both sides of his cheeks bulged; the racket with a red and yellow border quickly spun a few times in his hands, and then he suddenly tightened his hand, and the fingertips holding the racket gradually turned white, and the marks on his arms Veins bulged and muscles tensed instantly. If you get close, you can still hear the squeaking sound of the palm of your hand rubbing against the racket handle.
His muscular legs were straddling each other and slightly bent. The quick-drying yellow uniform was completely wet and the color was one degree darker. It stuck to his slightly arched back, revealing the lines of his back. He bounced slightly. , always preparing for an attack.
The atmosphere in the stadium became tense. Everyone was waiting with bated breath for them to kick off, and the initial sense of entertainment was gone.
Tao You caught the team member's gaze and trembled with fright. He turned back and looked at Song Yimian who was calm and composed, feeling nervous for him.
