"Haha, at that time, I didn't expect that there was such a master in Beiyang. I have always been full of confidence in dominating Beiyang. It was not until I saw the warm-up match between Tiegang and No. 4 Middle School and your performance that I suddenly realized that the league was not as simple as I imagined!" Yan Yufeng also recalled the amazing performance of seeing Ye Changfeng that day.

"Oh, that's a sign of performance. I just regret that I was too confident at that time. I was exposed so early and I was wary of you, a guy!" Ye Changfeng said with a wry smile.

"Haha!" Yan Yufeng laughed happily.

"Do you still remember the open-air court in Chaoyang that day? You challenged me directly. At that time, I really didn't take you seriously. It was not until I saw your performance in the game that I realized that the opponent had appeared!"

"At that time, I will prepare everything in the future and wait for a showdown with you!" Yan Yufeng said.

"Well, I've really lost so badly that I was humiliated by you!" Ye Changfeng shook his hand, as if it was still so unacceptable when he thought of it.

"Haha, stop talking, what humiliation is just an ordinary game. Didn't you get so many points? In front of me." Yan Yufeng comforted.

"But I can't beat it. Really, your strength is beyond me, I have to admit it." Ye Changfeng replied to normal and said with a smile.

Yan Yufeng shrugged his shoulders and did not object.

"Later, I fought with my teammates and was expelled from the school. Then I stayed at home and told you that I watched the final of the championship and runner-up of No. 2 Middle School." Ye Changfeng said lightly.

"Oh!" Yan Yufeng nodded gently.

"I'm also wondering why I went to watch that game, because at that time I was in a bad mood and instinctively refused anything related to basketball, but I saw it from the beginning and the end. Do you know why?" Ye Changfeng turned his head and looked at Yan Yufeng.

"Why?" Yan Yufeng knew that Ye Changfeng had something to say.

"Because I don't admit defeat, I still want to see where I am inferior to you!" Ye Changfeng raised his eyebrows.

"Is that true?" Yan Yufeng was a little surprised.

"It's a pity that when I finished watching the game, I still didn't find the answer. Really, although I saw your last dunk from the free throw line, I felt shocked at that moment, and I couldn't express my surprise in tone. Even so, I still couldn't find the answer to why I lost in your hand!"

"oh."

"Until the first day of the Lunar New Year, I sat alone on the court, dazed and didn't know what I was thinking, you appeared in front of me and invited me to join Beiyang No. 12 Middle School with a smile. When I was your team member, I suddenly found the answer." Ye Changfeng smiled, which was a very calm smile.

Yan Yufeng looked at him without saying a word.

"Maybe your football skills are better than me, maybe you are more serious and prepared to the enemy than me, but this is not the real reason why you can beat me, the real reason is in your heart." Ye Changfeng said this, looking directly at Yan Yufeng who was looking at him.

"A very tolerant heart, to the players, to the enemies, to anyone who likes basketball." Ye Changfeng continued, "I never dreamed that you would invite an enemy to be your team member, and give up your position generously. To be honest, don't say that I am better than you as a shooting guard, with your Yan Yufeng's talent, you will be very outstanding in any position. I understand this very well."

Yan Yufeng wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Ye Changfeng, "Don't defend anything. You invited me just to hope that Beiyang No. 12 Middle School can go further. This goal has both your ideals and the dream of the captain of the plateau. What's bigger is the common hope of every teammate of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School. For this goal, you will appear in front of me on the first day of the Lunar New Year. I didn't know these things until later, which made me feel even more that the answer I came up with was correct."

Ye Changfeng gasped, looked at Yan Yufeng who was just shaking his hands with a wry smile, and said, "Don't refuse to admit it. Your heart, the brothers in the team can see that without you, how could there be the current situation of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School today?"

"Since I'm in this team, of course I have to do something for it, otherwise why am I standing here?" Yan Yufeng finally said something.

"Haha, but you have done more and more than anyone else." Ye Changfeng said deeply.

Yan Yufeng finally had nothing to say. Faced with Ye Changfeng's words, he really didn't know how to say them, maybe he really didn't know how to defend himself.

"Now, I'm going to tell you something. I'm really dissatisfied with this matter. To be honest, it's angry." Ye Changfeng changed his mind and suddenly said.

"What's the matter?" Yan Yufeng said blankly.

"Actually, I have always had an idea, but I don't know if my intuition is true. I think maybe you have thought about it too, so I'll ask you now." Ye Changfeng said slowly.

Yan Yufeng raised his head, his expression became solemn, and he said, "Switch on."

"Don't you think the tactics we are playing now have greatly limited your performance, and have greatly exerted my strengths?" Ye Changfeng said seriously.

Yan Yufeng was stunned, his eyes flashed, but he didn't say anything.

"You see, I almost scored more than 30 points in each game, and the number of shots is the top of the team. Many times, I always get the ball very comfortable, and then just shoot, and it's almost blank in front of me. This feeling is so comfortable." Ye Changfeng recalled the process of these two games and shook his head and recalled the taste.

"If you make a good shot, you will naturally score more points." Yan Yufeng explained.

"No, why do you mostly play singles when you get the ball? Every point you get is obtained through your own efforts. This naturally reduces your shooting rate, and then you will definitely score much less." Ye Changfeng affirmed.

"That's of course. You are the shooting guard, I am the small forward. Our positions are different, and of course we encounter different encounters." Yan Yufeng replied with some thrilling pleasure.

"No, this is not the answer!" Ye Changfeng interrupted with a rough look.

Yan Yufeng looked at Ye Changfeng in surprise, and the latter continued, "I feel that this is simply a coach's problem. Have you not noticed it? Many times, the coach needs a shooter, not a one-on-one king! All his tactics are set for the shooter, yes, it's not wrong at all, it's all!" After a while, Ye Changfeng took a breath and continued, "And you, you got the begging, and hope to make your own decision. Facing the opponent's defense, the burden you have to bear is far heavier than me.

"Didn't you notice that sometimes, except for the fast attack, you can show your strength slightly, and often, don't you feel that you are not in the group? It seems that you are not a member of this team." Ye Changfeng's voice became louder and louder.

"Although I am the beneficiary, I feel very uncomfortable, and the whole team is definitely uncomfortable! You are the core, and all the tactics should revolve around you, not me, or the wise!"

Yan Yufeng looked at the excited Ye Changfeng in shock. Every word he said clearly was in his ears, but what was his mood?

It really can't be explained clearly, it seems like it's blank.

"I will make my suggestions to the coach. It may be nothing if Beiyang is missing, but you cannot be missing, because this team from Beiyang is completely created by you!" Ye Changfeng stared at Yan Yufeng and said excitedly.

"My?" Yan Yufeng murmured like a dream.

"Without Yan Yufeng, where did the King of Beiyang come from, how could we dominate the whole of Jiangsu? How could we stand here and face the kings of all walks of life in the country? This is not what anyone can bring to us, who else besides you? Since the business coach came here, your status has been shaken. Now I dare to swear that in the eyes of the coach, I am definitely more important than you!" Ye Changfeng said loudly.

"Actually, I had already discussed with the captain a few days ago. Everyone felt unfair. Now I'll wait for you to say something, so we will write a letter together, asking the coach to change his tactics and re-dividate his position." Ye Changfeng shook his hands with his dazed Yan Yufeng and said anxiously.

"Wait, let's write a letter together? No, this is absolutely impossible!" Yan Yufeng, who was stupid, woke up and said firmly against it.

"Why?" Ye Changfeng didn't understand. He said so much just now, why didn't you understand?

"Maybe you are right, but you will never be able to write a letter at this time. I think the captain will not agree!" Yan Yufeng tried hard to calm down and said calmly.

"Captain agrees!" Ye Changfeng glared.

"That's just perfunctory!" Yan Yufeng said stubbornly.

"Oh, it's time, you still have a stubborn look!" Ye Changfeng saw Yan Yufeng

"The second round is about to play. At this time, there is no problem in the team, no!" Yan Yufeng firmly opposed.

"What's wrong? This is related to your value. I tell you, Yan Yufeng, don't think this is just your own problem. Let me tell you that once you encounter a strong team, the coach's tactics will definitely make mistakes. At that time, it will not be solved by one or two pauses. At that time, it will be too late to regret." Ye Changfeng couldn't help but feel anxious when he saw that Yan Yufeng still refused.

Yan Yufeng was stunned, but his admiration for the coach's personal ability still did not change his mind. He shook his head and said, "Don't talk to anyone anymore. I will persuade the captain." After that, he walked straight out alone.

"Yan Yufeng, are you really stupid or fake!" Ye Changfeng shouted from behind.

Yan Yufeng did not answer and walked out of the woods quickly, leaving Ye Changfeng alone in the woods cursing dissatisfiedly.

Walking out of the woods, Yan Yufeng looked up at the cloudy sky, exclaimed, and his mind was in a mess.

Could it be that I am really no longer No. 8 in Beiyang?

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Shang Lin suddenly felt a little scared, stopped working on his hands, touched his bitter eyes, and then looked at the display screen of the IBM laptop that he had been with him for three years. On the screen, a tactical drill icon was placed in a mess.

Shang Lin stared at the picture, the mark No. 15 and mark No. 8 filled his eyes, which made him feel a little painful. He closed his eyes and rested for a while. Shang Lin opened his eyes again and looked at the screen.

How to choose?

Shang Lin asked himself.

From these two games, Shang Lin was surprised to see that Ye Changfeng's lethality was so powerful. Now his shooting rate is almost 45%, which is rare in high school games. It seems that as long as the ball is in his hands, he can make an inch.

The two big wins also proved this point. The 15th Night Wind had a very obvious effect.

Where is Yan Yufeng No. 8?

Shang Lin frowned.

In both games, the average score was almost twenty, but what else did you get for this?

The price is half more than Ye Changfeng's attacks, but the score is so much less than Ye Changfeng's score, which makes Shang Lin a little disappointed. He explained how to play the tactics many times, but when he came to the court, it was only half the realization. Many times, the ball would be involuntarily transmitted to Yan Yufeng's hands. There should have been a better candidate, but why did it pass into his hands?

Is it the boss of inertia?

Shang Lin raised his eyebrows. This cannot continue. As a real player, he must unconditionally obey the coach's arrangements and do not allow you to talk nonsense or play emotionally.

The subsequent game was even more difficult, but the team's transformation was still not perfect. There was not much time left, so I had to do something. Shang Lin stood in front of the window, looking out of the building with his hips. The gloomy weather was as bad as he was now.

Shang Lin sat back on the chair and glanced at the photo frame on the table. There, he and his mentor Ouli hugged happily and smiled.

Looking at the teacher's smile, Shang Lin suddenly recalled something.

"Shang, what do you think of the tactics you are implementing now?" Ouli suddenly asked himself before leaving the United States.

"Teacher, I don't think there is any problem with this tactic." Although Shang Lin was very strange, he answered very confidently.

"I've seen it from the video you gave me that, to a large extent, your tactics are very successful, especially in offense, but have you ever thought about what kind of situation would it be if a shooter didn't have a star?"

"No, if a shooter doesn't have a star, how can he still be called a shooter?" Shang Lin didn't care.

"On the court, everything happens." Ouli said meaningfully.

"Teacher, I will make all preparations, don't worry." Shang Lin was still very confident.

"Oh, by the way, No. 8 has a very powerful effect. You must pay attention to how to use it to play its greatest role." Ouli, who had already gotten on the car, suddenly thought of something and said.

Shang Lin was stunned for a moment, looked at the teacher's serious eyes and nodded.

Recalling this scene, Shang Lin, who was sitting on the chair, fell into deep thought.

Regarding Yan Yufeng, have he really played his best role?

The answer is unclear.

Shang Lin had a headache. He always felt powerless about Yan Yufeng's characteristics and always wanted him to score points, but found that he couldn't do this, and it was not good to do that. In the end, he could only let him play.

In fact, I know very well that a good scorer, like a player like Yan Yufeng, will not be able to stop anyone from playing crazy. It is not impossible to score more than 40 or 50 points in one game.
To be continued...