The King of Beiyang (I)

"Coach, are you looking for me?" Yan Yufeng pushed the door and entered.

Wang Xuechao sat on the desk and raised his head, looked at his beloved disciple, nodded, and said, "Yeah!"

"What's the matter?" Yan Yufeng walked to the desk and stood there and asked.

"Tomorrow is the competition. From your perspective, how strong is our No. 12 Middle School now?" Wang Xuechao put his body back, lay on the chair and looked up at Yan Yufeng and asked.

Yan Yufeng frowned and said, "The Plateau Captain's foot injury will not be cured for less than two weeks. He will definitely not be able to play tomorrow's game. Han Dazhu is still in the hospital. Without them, our No. 12 Middle School will almost collapse the lower half of the wall!"

Wang Xuechao nodded after hearing this, sighed, picked up the pencil on the table and turned it skillfully in his hand, and said, "This is why I asked you to come!"

Yan Yufeng was stunned for a moment, but immediately calmed down, stood at the desk and looked directly at Coach Wang Xuechao, and said, "Coach, what are your arrangements?"

Wang Xuechao took action, with a hint of helplessness and frustration on his face and said, "What arrangements do I have? The competition has been played until now, from the school leaders to every team member, everyone is already very satisfied. No one has ever taken the win or loss in his heart. I am just a little unwilling to do it! Why can't I let all my strength and do a good job with No. 2 Middle School?"

Yan Yufeng stood quietly beside him without saying a word. Looking at Coach Wang Xuechao's unwillingness and helplessness, a strange thought suddenly arose in his heart, but it did not show it, and his face was still very calm.

"The game hasn't started yet, we may not lose!" Yan Yufeng said.

"Plateau is injured, Han Dazhu is hospitalized, and the two major scorers in the team cannot play! Cao Tao, Li Feng, Wang Zhiquan and others are all players who are good at defense! Now, except for you, Xiang Jie, and others are still some combat power in the team. How can such strength be in the second-middle school in Beiyang, which is the best offense and defense, and win or lose?" Wang Xuechao was reading like he was studying, his tone was very plain, but Yan Yufeng felt that there must be a reason why Wang Xuechao said this. So he stood by with a slight smile.

"Have you met Tang Chaohui? Tell me about his feelings!" Wang Xuechao suddenly said with aside the topic.

Yan Yufeng was stunned and said, "Coach, how do you know?"

"You went to No. 2 Middle School to challenge Beiyang's MVP. The defeat by Tang Chaohui has spread all over the city now! How could I not know?" Wang Xuechao looked at Yan Yufeng in front of him with a little smile.

Yan Yufeng frowned and said, "I will know what happened in the morning at noon. This is too exaggerated!"

"Oh, isn't everyone in Beiyang now speculating and betting. Some people say: The 12th Middle School will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will tell Yan Yufeng the current situation.

Yan Yufeng still didn't say anything. He was wondering why the coach said this. What exactly did he want to convey to me?

"Listen to me like this, what do you think now?" Wang Xuechao began to plan.

Yan Yufeng's face was calm, she waved her head, found a seat, sat down, and looked at Wang Xuechao and said, "I don't have any ideas. Those who should win will win, and those who should lose will not escape!"

"Do you have confidence?" Wang Xuechao asked very quickly when he changed his mind.

"Yes!" Yan Yufeng spit out a word.

Wang Xuechao leaned forward and leaned back to the chair, flipping through a book on the table. After a while, he suddenly sighed: "Principal Zhu just came to me, and then I can lead the team to win No. 2 Middle School in tomorrow's game. Then the school will consider helping me recommend it to the city as a senior teacher. Do you know what this means?" Wang Xuechao seemed to be talking to himself.

Yan Yufeng finally understood why the coach came to him today. It turned out that he was afraid of failure.

Originally, everyone was satisfied with the fight, and Wang Xuechao was also satisfied, but Zhutou's words aroused his imagination again. The team's mentality of not having to worry about victory immediately changed. Tomorrow's game that might have seemed to be considered a deal in the past seems to have caused great concerns!

"Coach, you don't need to say more. I understand what you mean!" Since Yan Yufeng got the answer, he stopped pretending and said directly.

Wang Xuechao seemed surprised by Yan Yufeng's words and looked at Yan Yufeng steadily.

"In tomorrow's game, I thought I had just shouldered the wish of three people, but now it seems that one more person has to be added!" Yan Yufeng said lightly.

"Oh, which three people's wishes?" Wang Xuechao became interested, adjusted his sitting position and said.

"Plateau Captain's dream of national competition!" Yan Yufeng said.

"I know that there are two more!" Wang Xuechao nodded. In the team, everyone could see that the victory of the Gaoyuan team competition was. Without him, he would not have won the fourth place last year!

"What does a person who is both a teacher and a friend have to expect from me!" Yan Yufeng said, and Matsuko's face flashed in front of her eyes.

"All more?" Wang Xuechao didn't ask much. Yan Yufeng still knew a little about his personality. Since he didn't say it, he would definitely not know it!

"And I am!" Yan Yufeng suddenly smiled slightly, pointed at himself, and said, "My own requirements for myself!"

Wang Xuechao looked at Yan Yufeng in a daze, thought for a while, "Can you tell me what kind of requirements do you have for yourself?"

Yan Yufeng stood up, by the window of the aisle, looked at the green mountains and white clouds outside the window, and said in a very casual but very firm tone: "MVP of the National Competition!"

Wang Xuechao's first feeling was that he wanted to laugh, but he was immediately stunned by Yan Yufeng's tone, and every exciting scene flashed through Yan Yufeng's games.

He will become the best SG in China!

This thought suddenly arose in his mind, which scared Wang Xuechao himself.

"Others think that our No. 12 Middle School has been very happy to see now, but in my eyes, the chariot of our No. 12 Middle School has just started!" Yan Yufeng turned around, looking at Wang Xuechao with pride and confidence flashing in his eyes and said, "The champion of Beiyang is just a small station. We still have to run forward, rush out of Jiangsu, and fight towards the National Nike Cup Competition!" Speaking of this, Yan Yufeng waved his right hand and drew a firm arc in the void. The arc flashed in Wang Xuechao's eyes, as if he was making some proof of these earth-shaking words!

"Beiyang is too small, there are too few masters. None of them can arouse my full fighting spirit. I want to go to the national competition to find it!" Yan Yufeng raised his head slightly, arrogant, but it made people feel that he had the same strength as he could do it.

"Then why would you lose to Tang Chaohui today?" Wang Xuechao asked without mercy.

"If you lose, you lose. There is no good reason to make a mistake!" Yan Yufeng said calmly.

"You and Xiang Jie are the only ones left in the team! Tomorrow's offensive mission can only depend on you. Everyone can see this clearly now! Of course, the same is true for No. 2 Middle School. I want to ask you! Yan Yufeng! Do you have the confidence to lead No. 12 Middle School to defeat the defending King No. 2 Middle School?" Wang Xuechao said it almost spit out of his mouth word by word.

The atmosphere in the office suddenly became extremely serious. Wang Xuechao stared at Yan Yufeng leaning against the window, looking forward to his answer.

Yan Yufeng didn't seem to feel the atmosphere in the room. He looked at Wang Xuechao who was staring at him with his eyes and smiled, saying, "Gaoyuan once said to me: No one can say that he is the first, no one can be sure that anyone is the absolute winner, anything will happen, and the words are too full. If you fail, it will become a ridiculous joke?" Yan Yufeng paused and said, "I don't want to be a ridiculous joke. Many things are not too late to say when the game is over! All of me answered Captain Gaoyuan: Take it step by step, smile after winning, and the smile that will last until the end is the real smile!"

Yan Yufeng stopped, smiled on his face, pointed his finger at his face and looked at coach Wang Xuechao in front of him and said, "You will see a real smile tomorrow!"

"I still go to train, coach, goodbye!" Yan Yufeng turned around and opened the door and left.

The door was closed again, and Wang Xuechao was sitting there quietly in the room. A strange look appeared on his face. It was impossible to tell whether he was surprised or happy. After a while, a voice came from the room: "This guy who can never understand it!"

When Yan Yufeng walked on the campus, Yu Guang could always feel the admiring gaze around him, and sighed in his heart: It seems that he is already famous! He speeded up his pace and walked on the campus full of admiring gazes. Yan Yufeng finally came to the training hall.

When he walked into the training hall, the first person Yan Yufeng saw was Xiang Jie, who was training alone with his upper body naked.

Xiang Jie was carrying two small black sandbags on his feet, and it seemed that he was doing load exercises!

Yan Yufeng walked over and happened to Xiang Jie hit the ball, and the ball fell to Yan Yufeng without any hesitation.

Xiang Jie turned around, saw Yan Yufeng, was stunned and said, "Do you still have the courage to come to school?"

Yan Yufeng held the ball and replied: "Why don't I have the courage to come to school?"

"Aren't you afraid of being eaten by the star-chasers in the school?" Xiang Jie covered the sweat on his face and smiled.

"It's also a little bit, but it's not as good as you said!" Yan Yufeng smiled slightly and passed the ball over.

Xiang Jie caught the ball, turned around beautifully, got up and shot.

The ball drew a beautiful arc and fell into the net.

"Wao`````````!" Xiang Jie took a breath and walked towards the basketball rolling on the ground.

"How much weight have you carried?" Yan Yufeng looked at the black sandbag on Xiang Jie's feet and asked.

"Ten kilograms per!" Xiang Jie picked up the ball and replied.

"Oh!" Yan Yufeng responded, almost the same as before!

Since I was 13 years old, I have heard that tying sandbags on my feet to increase weight load can exercise my explosive power and jumping power.

5 catties to 10 catties, and then 12.5. Before the start of the league, your limit is 15 catties.

"Aren't you tired? You're so tied up?" Yan Yufeng asked.

"I'm so tired that I'm not as tired as a person!" Xiang Jie smiled bitterly, patted his legs with his hand, tried to jump, and said, "I think I might have to be carried by someone to go home today!"

Yan Yufeng smiled and walked beside Xiang Jie. She sat down first. Xiang Jie immediately sat down. The two men, who were like enemies in the past, sat face to face, smiling at each other.

"Why are you here? Hasn't the school already had a vacation for us, the school team?" Xiang Jie wiped the sweat that kept popping up from his face.

"Since you've been on vacation, why are you still here?" Yan Yufeng asked back.

Xiang Jie smiled, turned the basketball in his hand and said, "Tomorrow is a game, I can't stand it, so I'll come here to train, touch the ball, and keep in good shape!"

"Worried? Tell me how you feel!" Yan Yufeng suddenly looked directly at Xiang Jie and said.

"It feels? What do I feel?" Xiang Jie pointed at himself with some amusement, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "I'm nervous, not only nervous, but also nervous! I'm not afraid of you making fun of it. After winning Tiegang yesterday, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep in the first half of the night, but the second half of the night was so nervous that I couldn't sleep in the last night for the championship and runner-up battle the day after tomorrow. In this way, I wasted one night!" Xiang Jie spread out and said helplessly.

Yan Yufeng laughed in silence, shook his head, and said, "Plateau's injury and Han Dazhu's hospitalization, except for you and Zhai Yong, we can't find the fourth scoring point at night!"

Xiang Jie nodded, expressed the same view of Yan Yufeng, and said: "No. 2 Middle School must have seen it. In all tomorrow's games, they will definitely make a plan to deal with us according to this!"

Yan Yufeng looked at Xiang Jie in surprise and said, "I didn't expect you to think of this level too!"

"Damn, do you still have to think about this? Even the blind man can tell!" Xiang Jie said with a smile.

"I'm not talking about this, I'm saying, have you guessed how the Second Second Second Second Session will deal with us? It's just you and me!" Yan Yufeng's eyes flashed with a cold light and he looked at Xiang Jie.

Xiang Jie was stunned for a moment, and his face, which was still smiling just now, immediately became cold. He thought for a while, looked at Yan Yufeng in front of him, shook his head and said, "I don't quite understand the situation in Second Middle School, I can only think of a little bit!"

"What point?" Yan Yufeng did not pause, and Xiang Jie immediately asked as soon as he finished speaking.

"Displaced defense!" A bright light burst out in Xiang Jie's eyes.

"Displaced defense!" Yan Yufeng smiled and said, "It's the same as I think!"

Xiang Jie stared at Yan Yufeng, and Yan Yufeng also smiled and looked at Xiang Jie with sweat on his face. Suddenly, the two of them burst into laughter at the same time!

"Haha````````````!" Xiang Jie raised his head and laughed, then said, "I'm looking forward to tomorrow's game!"

"Hehe!" Yan Yufeng didn't say anything, but just kept smiling.

Misplaced defense!

If you use this trick in Second Middle School, I guarantee you will die ugly!

Yan Yufeng thought secretly in his heart.
To be continued...