"Give it to you!" Shang Lin didn't want to tease him, so he spread his hands and gave him the ball.

Ouyang Shangzhi took the ball into his hand, turned around and left.

"Hi, I'll ask you for someone!" Shang Lin felt that this little boy was very attractive and couldn't help but want to talk a few more words.

"Who are you asking?" Ouyang Shangzhi turned his head and stared at the well-dressed adult with big eyes, staring at the very serious dressed adult with big clothes.

"Little Kobe!" Shang Lin said.

"My boss? Are you having trouble with him?" Ouyang Shangzhi was a little scared. This person might know the boss, so he wouldn't tell the boss about me playing football here, right?

"Your boss?" Shang Lin laughed in silence.

"Is there any problem?" Ouyang Shangzhi stretched his neck and asked calmly.

"Can you tell him where he is now?" Shang Lin felt that the little boy was really funny, so he held back his smile and asked.

"Why do you want to tell you!" Ouyang Shangzhi rolled his eyes and thought to himself: I'm not that stupid. Tell you, then I'll tell you that I'm playing football here!

"Why can't you tell me?" Shang Lin asked back with a funny look.

"No, why!" Ouyang Shangzhi couldn't think of how to answer, and said domineeringly.

"oh!"

"You ask someone else! I don't know!" Ouyang Shangzhi turned around and practiced pilling on his own, ignoring Shang Lin again.

Shang Lin raised his waist and thought for a while, saying, "Why let's make a bet, let's fight one-on-one. If you lose, take me to see your boss. If you win, I will leave! How about it?"

Ouyang Shangzhi held the ball in his arms, thought for a while, and turned his head and asked, "What does it matter to me whether you are leaving or not? Just stand here! Just pick up the ball for me!"

Shang Lin almost fell to the ground. Unexpectedly, the little boy would answer like this. This is the first time he has seen him.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll bother you?" Shang Lin decided to make another effort.

"I am the only one who annoys others, no one can annoy me, you can do whatever you want!" Ouyang Shangzhi waved his hand without seeing Shang Lin, and then treated him like air and began to continue playing the ball alone.

Shang Lin was really helpless. Seeing that the boy didn't think he was having fun, he shook his head with a bitter smile, turned around and walked out, but he felt much more hope: If this boy was also a student of No. 12 Middle School, that would be great.

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"Principal, are you asking me for trouble?" Wang Xuechao pushed the door and walked in, looking at Principal Zhu Zhiquan who was working, and asked.

"Well, Xuechao, you do it first!" Zhutou waved his hand and signaled Wang Xuechao to sit down first, then wrote a few words on the file, then closed the folder, looked at Wang Xuechao with a smile, and said, "How is the team's situation recently?"

"Everything is normal, everyone is preparing for the national competition that will arrive soon." Wang Xuechao replied.

"Yeah, it's great! I'm calling you today. I have something to tell you. Haha, Xue Chao, you have to calm down first!" Zhutou said with a smile.

Wang Xuechao was stunned, and then immediately realized something, and said happily: "Where are you here to coach?"

"Haha, yes, yes!" Zhutou also smiled happily.

Wang Xue's happy expression suddenly dimmed again and said, "It's not a parallel product again!"

"This is definitely not a parallel product. You will know when he comes!" Zhutou promised with great enthusiasm.

Wang Xuechao looked at the extremely excited principal suspiciously and thought to himself: What's going on with him today? There were many coaches who came to apply for jobs before, but I have never seen anyone so happy this time?

Not to mention Zhutou's joy at this moment, he finally contributed his contribution to this glorious team. He has always felt uneasy about the honors this team has received one after another. After all, these contributions are not his, and he is also a sensible person. When facing the praises from countless reporters and superiors, Zhutou felt that it was so hard to smile.

I have been looking for things to do to make myself feel at ease, trying to do my best to do my logistics and not to pull the children back, but there are too few of these and they will not be of any effect at all.

When Wang Xuechao resigned voluntarily, Zhutou suddenly found that finding a qualified coach became the biggest comfort, so Zhutou began to work wholeheartedly on this matter.

But it is too difficult to find a satisfactory coach. Although No. 12 Middle School is now a very famous team, it is too difficult to find a qualified coach.

In Zhutou's mind, a coach or assistant who coaches the professional league is considered a qualified coach. If it is something else, it would be better to come back and let Wang Xuechao be the cost-effective one.

Pighead's high standards have led to the fact that in the past half month, although countless coaches have come to apply for jobs, none of them can satisfy Pighead. Faced with the coming national competition, Pighead is depressed.

The visit of an uninvited guest last night made Zhutou feel like he was in a dream. When this young man, who was only in his thirties, put a stack of information in front of him, Zhutou even stared out his eyes.

He is currently the first assistant coach of Duke University, and was once the second-tier head coach of the University of North Carolina, the international first-level referee certificate, the most famous Pittsburgh Basketball Academy graduation certificate, and countless other prominent names. For a moment, the pig's head was really confused.

There are certainly some doubts, but when I checked online on my own computer, I entered the Duke University basketball team homepage and the young man's avatar was placed there with a smile. As an English teacher, Pig Head, who can feel his pure American English pronunciation from the conversation with this young man, not the so-called Chinese English.

Everything proves that this young man, who claims to be Shang Lin, is really an international coach.

When he expressed his sincere hope to become the coach of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, Zhutouxin was almost flying into space.

Without hesitation, Zhutou immediately agreed and hoped that he would take office as soon as possible. After that, Shang Lin agreed to come to the school tomorrow afternoon to observe and then make a decision.

So today, Zhutou called Wang Xuechao with joy and waited for the appearance of this coach who was too qualified to be more qualified.

The door suddenly rang, and someone was knocking politely outside.

"Please come in!" Zhutou sorted out his clothes and Lang Sheng said.

Shang Lin pushed the door open and walked in, glanced at the entire office very calmly, and then nodded to Wang Xuechao.

"Sorry, I'm late!" Shang Lin smiled politely.

"It's not too late, it's not too late!" Zhutou immediately stood up and introduced: "This is the current assistant coach, Mr. Wang Xuechao, who is the one who led No. 12 Middle School to achieve such a brilliant result!"

"Hello!" Wang Xuechao stood up and reached out his hand very modestly.

"Hello!" Shang Lin reached out and shook his hand.

"How about it, have a meal first!" Pighead rubbed his hands and smiled.

"No, it's still early, I want to go to the stadium to see the players first, is that OK?" Shang Lin refused with a smile.

"This is ```````, then okay! Coach Shang, I'll take you there!" Zhutou smiled awkwardly and said.

"NO, Principal Zhu, according to what I said yesterday, I am not the coach of No. 12 Middle School. I will decide whether to be this coach after an inspection! Sorry!" Shang Lin waved his hands and his expression became serious.

Wang Xuechao raised his eyebrows, and he was so angry!

"This, haha, of course, of course, let's go now!" A few drops of sweat appeared on the pig's forehead and said with a smile.

"Let's go together! Coach Wang!" Shang Lin looked at Wang Xuechao with a smile and said.

"Hmph!" Wang Xuechao walked forward, first opened the door, and walked out.

"It's nothing, Teacher Wang is such a person, don't mind!" Zhutou said quickly.

"It's nothing, let's go!" Shang Lin was not angry at all and followed him out with a smile.

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"Everyone comes here!" Wang Xuechao stood by the side of the court and clapped his hands and shouted.

Yan Yufeng and Ye Changfeng looked at each other, and walked over with everyone.

"Where is the plateau?" Wang Xuechao glanced at it and asked in a deep voice.

"Coach, Gao Yuan has something to do!" Yan Yufeng replied.

Wang Xuechao nodded and said, "Now I announce that the whole team will be divided into two groups to play a teaching match. Yan Yufeng, Ye Changfeng, Zhai Yong, Cao Tao will be the same group, Han Dazhu, Wang Zhiquan, Long Guang, and Xiang Jie will be one group."

"Four to four?" Ye Changfeng asked inquired.

"Everyone prepare, let's start now! We must do our best to fight!" Zhutou added...

"Let's go!" Ye Changfeng pulled Yan Yufeng's hand.

"Who is that person?" Yan Yufeng asked, looking at Shang Lin smiling beside the pig's head.

"I don't know, but I smiled a little lewdly!" Ye Changfeng felt that this person was dressed too orthodox, but under this dress, his smile was really weird.

"I don't think so, I just feel a strange feeling!" Yan Yufeng whispered.

"What does it feel?" Ye Changfeng Qi said.

"I don't know, it's weird!" Yan Yufeng frowned. The man just now kept staring at him, his eyes were very sharp, as if he wanted to see through him, which made Yan Yufeng, who had always disliked being seen through, suddenly felt uncomfortable.

"Start! Don't care about him!" Ye Changfeng patted Yan Yufeng and reminded.

"I understand, let's start!" Yan Yufeng nodded.

Shang Lin stood on the sidelines with his arms folded in his arms, his eyes seemingly watching the game on the field casually.

The performance of No. 8 was a bit surprised by himself. Judging from his dribbling posture and the timing of his shooting, he had an innate inspiration.

Although it seems that there are still many shortcomings, such as the ball sticking time is too long, and the range of movement is only on the outside. Although there have been several attacks in the inside, it can be seen that he is still a person who likes to choose to work on the outside.

His body is very good, with very fast speed and instantaneous explosive power, but if he should do it after the breakthrough, it has a bit of improvisation.

The running position is average, and there are better positions on several offenses but not seen. Although the passer may not be seen, as an excellent player, his scoring point should be the best scoring place, not like this.

The position is serious and unclear. It can be seen that he is the core, but the most core is not like this. Sometimes he dribbles the ball through the half, sometimes he is a scoring guard and scores at the site, and now the small forwards make independent attacks.

This is completely messy. In a game, unless it is a tactical arrangement, you should strictly abide by your position instead of running around like a supporting role.

It can be seen that No. 8 is still a player who has not received systematic professional training. Although he is definitely qualified to be professional in terms of quality, he has not developed a professional habit, which is fatal.

The other players all have these problems, but what made Shang Lin very pleased was that his arrival was still right. This was a group of strange stones that could be carved into beautiful jade.

"Coach Wang, can you trouble you?" Shang Lin suddenly turned his head to Wang Xuechao beside him.

"Tell me!" Wang Xuechao responded coldly.

"Well, thank you first. When I say pause, you just call for a stop and then ask them to maintain their position at this time. Is it OK?" Shang Lin said.
To be continued...