Not long after the second game started, Tao You really realized Kang Yi's true strength and...craziness...the period before the game seemed to really make her anxious.
But it's possible that without that part, she would be so crazy.
Kang Yi has his own routine system for playing basketball. At first glance, it seems to be no different from playing randomly. There are various skill balls, which one should be used when you think of it, and which one can be used. There is no rules and no consideration for the consequences of hitting it.
But if an insider takes a closer look, he will find that Kang Yi is gradually taking the initiative in the competition.
Precisely because Kang Yi has played a lot of wild games, encountered all kinds of opponents, and encountered various methods on the court, these people and methods gave her the opportunity to increase her experience and form her own unique style of play. Opportunity, she even felt a little boring when meeting a player like Tao You who was well-behaved on the training ground and focused on stability and control.
When it comes to playing games, you still have to be a little more crazy to have fun.
Tennis balls, backspin balls, sliced balls, diagonal balls... Kang Yi has gone through almost all the skills he knows how to play, like a silent show of force.
There were more and more beads of sweat on Tao You's face, and they kept falling into his eyes along his eyelashes. They were sore and painful, but he didn't dare to close his eyes.
During daily training, she also did special training on these balls. Every time she caught a ball, the name of the ball and how to deal with it could immediately appear in her mind, but this did not prevent her from running more and more often. The scope is getting larger and larger, and it has begun to struggle and become passive.
She gritted her teeth and wanted to change this phenomenon, but Kang Yi seemed to be able to guess exactly where her next ball would hit every time, and after catching it steadily, he hit a more tricky ball.
There is nothing more frustrating than the feeling of having more than enough ambition but not enough energy.
The coach of No. 13 Middle School walked up to Coach Tan. After watching the game side by side for a while, he said with regret, "Brother Tan, it's a pity. It's a piece of rough jade, but it hasn't been polished properly yet. In this game, you guys can't do it." I’m afraid I’m going to lose.”
Coach Tan squinted at the No. 13 Middle School coach who won the game, rolled his eyes in displeasure and took a step back.
What he couldn't stand the most was that every time this rough guy won a game, he would show off his complacency in front of him and say some literate words that he didn't know where to find. It disgusted him.
"Brother Tan..." The coach of No. 13 Middle School didn't want to let go of Coach Tan so easily. He had shown off in front of them a lot before. Now he can take whatever he can get back, and he has to let Coach Tan do whatever he wants. Once Coach Tan felt unhappy, he felt happy again.
Coach Tan, however, lost the patience to let the coach of No. 13 Middle School continue to talk. He is not just for eating, and the title of "Iron Mouth" is not for nothing. "Brother, brother, brother, brother, sister." Brother, do you know how to talk well? If you don’t know, I’ll come over to your house and see which hospital the second or third baby is interning in. He’ll be admitted to some kind of brain department or psychiatry department or something like that.”
"At such an old age, if you suddenly cannot speak clearly, it is probably because there is a nerve in your brain that is blocked. This kind of problem can be big or small. You can either go online and check what the problem is. You can't just think that you are old and just ignore it. There is no way to delay it, let's fight." Coach Tan pointed to his head, showing special concern, "Hurry up and register as an expert and have a look. Or I can ask my nephew who works in a tertiary hospital in the capital to help you. Want to register? Even he may not be able to register you."
How could the coach of No. 13 Middle School not hear that Coach Tan was scolding him? He would have just pointed at his nose and scolded him.
He pursed his lips and was so angry that his stubble was about to sprout. He shook his finger and pointed at Coach Tan, "Damn old man, you can't play at all. It's boring! Extremely boring!" For some reason, he seemed to be overdoing his role as a scholar. My mind couldn't turn around at once. I had to hold it in for a long time before I could say something that was even worse than scratching my head. I was so full of swear words that I couldn't even remember a single one of them.
Not to be outdone, Coach Tan gave him another look, "If you're bored, hurry up and leave. It's not like you're holding the champion in your arms. It's better to care more about your own team members than to talk here."
"...Hmph!" The coach of No. 13 Middle School knew that he couldn't speak out Coach Tan's words, so he adjusted the hat on his head and walked away.
The coach of No. 13 Middle School has lived for most of his life, and he has always made others speechless. Until he met Coach Tan, he kept falling in front of him, but he couldn't remember the lesson every time and turned around and forgot.
He was so complacent today that he forgot how brave Coach Tan was when all the coaches from the participating teams gathered for dinner after a meeting, and how bravely he walked out of the box unscathed.
Why is he still thinking about asking for verbal pleasure in front of such a person? Isn't this just trying to get in trouble for himself?
Tsk, stupid.
"Stop eating, eat, eat, eat, you'll be stuffed in a while." He returned to his team and saw a group of people sharing the roasted sweet potatoes they had just bought. The assistant coach had them, but he didn't, and he felt even more congested. , "How many times have I told you not to eat too much before a race? What should I do if I vomit while running?! I have a stomachache due to indigestion?!"
"It's a competition, not a training! You have to eat a roasted sweet potato now?! Is it such a short time? Will the roasted sweet potato seller run away or something?!" He took off his hat with a headache, and saw that the team members were still reluctant to leave. Holding the roasted sweet potato, I couldn't help but increase my voice, "Put it away! Eat it after the competition!"
One of the team members raised their hands cautiously to remind them, "Coach, the tricycle driven by the sweet potato seller got there late and got really lost."
"If I say something now, you will say the same thing, right?" The coach of No. 13 Middle School pointed at the team member, "I will say it one last time, put it all away, and those who don't will have extra training in the evening."
Scattered, the team members were a little scared and reluctant to put away the fragrant roasted sweet potatoes, watching them getting cold little by little in their schoolbags.
The coach of the No. 13 Middle School had a sore throat and thought he might have caught a cold. He rubbed his tense brows. Sometimes he would really envy Lao Tan, that bad old man. He was so lucky and all the players under him seemed so obedient.
Unlike him, he always carries a box of lozenges and a transparent pill box in his pocket. Although he doesn't use them much, he doesn't feel safe without them.
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"Beep————"
"In the second game, Fujibashi won six, and the score was one to one. Exchange venues and serve."
Tao You walked towards the opposite side and saw Kang Yi walking towards him.
She was also very tired, but she had a wicked smile on her lips. The smile didn't reach the cold eyes, which made people feel scared just by looking at her.
While Kang Yi handed the two balls to Tao You, he pressed them down slightly with his hands. He was breathing heavily but it did not affect the speed of his speech and the sense of pressure. No one will help you. You will lose miserably..."
"Beep————" The referee supported the folding tabletop on the referee's chair with both arms, leaned over and shouted to the heads of the two people who had not handed over the ball yet, "Is there any problem? No problem, don't whisper."...
Tao You was the first to stop and put the ball into his pocket. There were beads of sweat dripping down his chin. His face was calm, he was neither anxious nor slow, and he said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, "We'll see."
Kang Yi lost strength in his hand and stretched his whole arm down. Then he retracted his hand without changing his expression, maintaining a dangerous smile, and passed Tao You.
Coach Tan looked anxiously from behind. He didn't know what Tao You and Kang Yi said. He made a fist with one hand in front of him. If Tao You's expression showed any signs of worsening, he would be ready to call a stop at any time, for fear that his own team members would be present. Being bullied.
Of course, what he was most worried about was what kind of tricks Kang Yi would use during the game. Even if his eyes were dazzled and he was tired of staring, he would not dare to relax for a moment.
It’s not that he wants to deliberately speculate maliciously, nor that he doesn’t trust the referee. As the saying goes, you know people but don’t know their hearts. What’s more, this kind of person usually has a bad reputation. He can’t trust the character of Kang Yi and the coach of Tengqiao No. 6 Middle School. .
"Hello, Coach Tan," a reporter came to Coach Tan with a microphone and a very official smile, followed by a camera. Any questions?" She picked up the work badge hanging around her neck and gestured.
Don't hit the smiling person, that's what he said, but Coach Tan doesn't have any intention now.
He had no need to answer questions that did not allow him to tell his true thoughts. Moreover, the current interview did not comply with the regulations.
"I'm sorry, I'm not accepting interviews now." He said with a dark face, "We'll wait until the game is over. There will be a concentrated interview then."
As if to block the reporter's mouth and prevent her from continuing to ask questions, Coach Tan waved to Song Yimian who was standing aside, "Song Yimian, come here."
"..."
The reporter beside him did not walk away, but continued to wait with the microphone.
Coach Tan turned back, with a smile that was a bit uglier than crying. The wrinkles in the corners of his eyes were not squeezed out. "We have to discuss the next game now, it is not convenient to broadcast..."
The reporter nodded and said, "I'll interview you next time I have a chance." He waved to the camera behind him and walked to the next target.
The phone in my hand was still vibrating with messages popping up. While Song Yimian was waiting for Coach Tan to speak, he replied to Xie Yu's message. It was said that the milk tea he bought had arrived, but none of the people in the audience wanted to walk a few steps outside to get it. Anyway, he was standing down below, having nothing to do, so he helped to pick up the portion of the takeout. Treat the cookies as travel expenses for him.
"What tactics are we going to discuss?" Song Yimian thought Coach Tan was talking about Tao You's next few games, which was a rare act of initiative.
Coach Tan shook his head with his hands behind his back, and felt that Song Yimian's reaction was a bit strange, "Why are you so positive? I just said it casually, continue watching the game."
Song Yimian coughed lightly and put the sweet potatoes that were still warm in his arms into the middle of his school bag on the bench nearby. When doing this, he deliberately turned his back to Coach Tan and hid the movements in his hands.
After putting away the things, he turned around as if he had sense. He saw Coach Tan's sneaky eyes peeking over here. The moment he turned back, he hurriedly put it back, pretending that nothing happened.
Song Yimian was still a little worried, but the phone in his trouser pocket was still vibrating. Xie Yu and others had time to send him messages in turn, but no one was willing to move to get the takeaway.
"Coach, I'm going to get my stuff and I'll be right back." Song Yimian emphasized the last four words deliberately.
"Go ahead." Coach Tan nodded and let him go, "Don't worry, I won't take the roasted sweet potato if it's booked."
Song Yimian then left with peace of mind. Coach Tan looked at Song Yimian's back, sneered helplessly, and said to himself, "I can still fight for food with a little girl. How could I be so greedy?"
But less than three minutes later, he took out his mobile phone, put it to his mouth, and sent a message to Coach Sun, "Old Sun, come and watch for a while while I go outside to buy some lipstick." ....."
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After Xie Yu and others got the milk tea, they took a sip of it, chewed the small stuff in their mouths, and asked, "How is the court now? The opponent looks very difficult to deal with, and the way he plays is very wild. , what are our chances of winning?"
