In the middle of the orange-red No. 7 Middle School, the guy with yellow braids holds a member of the No. 7 Middle School in his left and right hands, and he doesn't forget to say hello to the players in front and behind him.
As if he was having a lot of fun in the No. 7 Middle School team, he was accurately caught by the camera again. Pictures and videos were instantly captured by netizens and posted online.
Caused a lot of discussion.
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The game started smoothly. When the referee called the names of Song Yimian and Gu Yi, the teammates obediently stopped gossiping, retreated to their seats, watched the game seriously, and analyzed the situation on the field in a clear-headed manner.
"Is there a substitution in the Thirteenth Middle School?"
"Substitute..."
Seeing an unfamiliar face appear among the two players shaking hands with Song Yimian and Gu Yi on the opposite court, everyone became uneasy.
"Brother Braid is not the only one who has been withdrawn from the game. Several people have been withdrawn at the same time. They will definitely have to come on as substitutes."
"The remaining one is pretty miserable. How about this substitute?"
"The reason why a substitute is a substitute is that either there is no shortage of people in the team and there has been no re-drafting, or he is really not good enough."
"Ah~ That's not worth seeing..."
"Holy shit, shit, this substitute has studied it in advance!"
Several players saw the weakness of Gu Yi, who started to focus on the backcourt fiercely as soon as the substitute came on. They excitedly hammered each other's shoulders, trying to make each other watch the game more intently. Don't miss this wonderful scene.
"It's just the start of the game, so it's not a big problem. I'm playing so hard as soon as I get on the field, so I'm a little anxious." Xiu Shuzhu
"Yes, yes, let's give them a round in the front, just to explore their true and false intentions, and wait for Song Yimian and the others to make a big turn later."
Tao You was originally one of the shortest in the team. As soon as the team members in front stood up, most of her sight was blocked. Her heart rose and fell with their screams and analysis.
Although this temporary substitute from the 13th Middle School plays in the usual aggressive style of the 13th Middle School team, it will make people feel a little uncomfortable and timid when he suddenly comes up.
But because I have too little competition experience, I put all my ideas on the table.
After only half a game, Song Yimian and Gu Yi had almost figured out the playing habits of this substitute.
For example, every time he prepares to hit a diagonal baseline shot, he subconsciously raises his left arm stretched out in front of him; when he hits a smash, he subconsciously taps his right foot twice more...
His tactics so far should be to break down Gu Yi's physical strength. Thirteen or four of the twenty balls were diagonal baseline balls.
Song Yimian and another player from the No. 13 Middle School stood bent in the front court. From the beginning to the present, they had not received a few balls... A doubles match was forced to be turned into a singles match.
But while being relaxed, it also allowed Song Yimian to conserve his energy to prepare for the next game, and it also gave him extra energy to analyze the substitute in the 13th Middle School.
"Brother Mian!" Gu Yi shouted from behind.
At the same time, Song Yimian took two steps back and ran out, blocking the spinning ball that was about to fly to the other bottom corner, "Mine!"
"Beep————"
Less than fifteen minutes later, the referee blew his whistle.
"One to zero, one to lead."
"Exchange serves, exchange venues."
The first game ended quickly with a surprise volley from Song Yimian.
Arriving at the opposite court, Gu Yi leaned over with his racket and gasped violently, cursing in a low voice, "Damn, this substitute is poisonous!"
"Huh~huh~" He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his eyelids, "Just stare at the little master's physical strength and use up all your strength."
"This grandson, his fighting style is so lousy! Don't you dare to do something powerful!"
Song Yimian patted Gu Yi's shoulder, "Okay?"
These two simple words really stimulated Gu Yi.
He straightened up and took a final breath, "Okay! This is strong.
The speed, I, Mr. Gu, have not reached even one percent of the limit! "
Song Yimian nodded in relief and saw that the referee was about to blow the whistle to urge them, so he turned and walked to the backcourt, "That's fine, continue to play according to the plan, don't mess up the rhythm."
"Don't worry." Gu Yi wiped his face, turned the ball and went to the front court to prepare, not forgetting to signal to the referee that he was ready.
Taking advantage of the break in the game, the team members gathered their heads together again like bees and continued the topic they had just left unfinished.
When the game started, they started shouting to separate.
This cycle continues until the game is completely over.
"Beep————" The referee naturally knew what happened this morning. While blowing the whistle, he took a second look at the livid-faced coach of No. 13 Middle School behind the court.
"One wins!"
The referee reported the result that the players of No. 1 Middle School expected. .Ь.
The coach of No. 13 Middle School was so angry that he crossed his arms and returned to the auditorium without waiting for the players to leave the field.
I don’t have the eyes to see, I really don’t have the eyes to see! Letting this substitute come on is a way of treating a dead horse as a live doctor, which is more respectable than simply abstaining from the game.
But the reason why the substitute has always been on the bench is not because he is not strong enough, but because he can never change his impatience.
The kind that would blow up if someone else gave him a little spark.
What kind of thoughts are there on the playing field, all displayed on the face for the opponent to see, as well as those little moves when playing...
Did he think that others were blind and couldn't see such a big move, or would he kindly ignore it automatically?
The coach worked hard on him at the beginning to get rid of this bad habit of his, but you can never wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep, so he gave up over time. After all, he is not required to be in the team.
Before the game, he gave countless instructions, but he didn't remember them at all. When he got on the court, he was just thinking about it! Just a 'typing!'
There is no tactical strategy at all!
Children cannot be taught!
What's the difference between winning this game and giving them a primary school paper? ! His mother still takes the test in open book form! What's more, Song Yimian and Gu Yi are on the opposite side!
Although they knew from the beginning that they would definitely lose, when they really faced this result, they still couldn't help but feel upset and angry.
Hearing this result, the audience in the No. 1 Middle School burst into warm cheers.
He happily welcomed Song Yimian and Gu Yi back.
On the contrary, the site of No. 13 Middle School, several schools away, was as quiet as a chicken...
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The coach of No. 13 Middle School returned to the team and sat down in his seat with a gloomy face.
In the sky above the entire team, there was a big one!
No one dares to touch the coach at this time, lest he vent his anger on himself.
At this time, the further away, the quieter and safer it is.
Unknowingly, with the coach of No. 13 Middle School as the center, the distance between two positions around him was emptied.
The teammates who were clamoring to buy snacks just now also behaved themselves.
"Give me my phone back!"
An irritable and angry voice suddenly sounded in the 13th Squadron.
The members of the No. 13 Middle School stared at this brave teammate with their eyes widened and their hearts raised.
The guy with one hand in his pocket and the other hand, palm up, stretched out in front of the coach for his cell phone, standing lazily with one leg bent.
Who else could it be besides Brother Braid!
He only stayed at No. 7 Middle School for less than five minutes. He just wanted to reconcile with them, but he was rejected.
After a long talk, I saw that the players from No. 7 Middle School were beginning to waver and were about to add more firepower when the coach from No. 7 Middle School ended his team's first game and returned to the team.
'Use two words of good words to persuade the braids
My brother persuaded me to go back to No. 13 Middle School.
These scenes were also recorded by enthusiastic viewers and posted online.
Because Hong Xiqi's blurted title was heard by other viewers, Braid Brother completely lost his real name on the Internet, and netizens began to call him 'Braid Brother' one by one. The hot searches remained high for a while, unexpectedly providing a wave of free publicity for this year’s competition.
He failed to achieve his goal, and now everyone is watching him no matter what he does, and he can't do any small tricks, but he is not willing to watch Tengqiao No. 6 Middle School go smoothly and happily.
The coach of No. 13 Middle School looked at the severed palm in front of him that was about to hit his nose, and he was so angry that he almost pushed it away.
"Hurry up!" The braided brother raised his fingers, indicating that he had no patience. XiuShu.com
Before the coach spoke, he reminded me, "As promised, return it to me after you finish writing the review!"
Being treated with such disrespect by his own players, the coach of No. 13 Middle School felt like his face was being chopped off.
"I haven't read your review yet. Who knows if what you wrote is profound enough. I'll give it to you after I finish reading it." The coach of No. 13 Middle School pushed the braided brother's hand away, trying to save some dignity as a coach in front of everyone.
The braided brother didn't want to understand this. He stretched his hand in front of the coach again, frowning, eyes scarlet, staring at the coach with violence, "I don't care whether you read it or not, I've already finished writing!"
"The phone is my personal belongings, you have no right to touch it! Give it back! Give it to me!" Brother Pigtail retorted forcefully and became very angry. He didn't care what others said about him. Anyway, he was used to hearing these words since he was a child.
He just wanted to get that phone back as soon as possible.
The members of the No. 13 Middle School held each other's hands and took shallow breaths, fearing that their big movements would disturb the confrontation between the two sides.
The coach of No. 13 Middle School knew that there was no point in persisting, so he decided to stop the loss in time.
"Here you go." He took out the old-style mobile phone from his pocket, "Let's go, let's go." Don't embarrass yourself here.
Brother Braid took the phone and checked it carefully to make sure there was no damage.
The coach of No. 13 Middle School looked at his overly careful movements and muttered, "How can I break it for you? I've been using a broken phone for so many years. No wonder I can't contact you so often. Let's get a better phone." "
Brother Braid clenched his back teeth and automatically ignored the last two sentences. He reached out again and raised his chin at the other players who had also been dismissed from the game. "Give me whatever they have."
The coach angrily put all the mobile phones in his hand and waved impatiently, "Here, give it, get it and leave immediately!"
These people are out of sight!
Anyway, they are no longer his team members, so they should leave early so as not to embarrass their 13th Middle School here again.
The team members took their mobile phones and followed the braided brother step by step. They turned around and left without stopping, as if they were here just to wait for this moment.
"He just went to No. 1 Middle School and No. 7 Middle School again. Do you think the coach knows about it?" Some team members couldn't help but gossip.
"I definitely don't know. If I knew, it wouldn't be so easy to let them go." Another team member spoke confidently, knowing the coach's character well.
The coach of No. 13 Middle School gasped when he heard their chat.
No worry at all! I still have to think about how to deal with this online situation next!
During the short lunch break, the dean, vice-principal, and principal all called him several times, but he was temporarily held back by the reason that he was competing. But the final solution had to be thought of by him as a coach. ...
