Why did he do this? Can't he win the game easily? Has it done so complicated? Wang Xuechao thought without understanding.

At the same time, such thoughts were also in Su Zhicheng, Hu Weidong, Lu Di, and Zhang Qing in the live broadcast room. Many people were wondering what the No. 23 appearance meant.

What kind of abacus is he using in this mysterious coach in Beiyang?

Su Zhicheng is not sure if there is something wrong with the man standing not far away from him. The third quarter, in the eyes of the coach, is placed in a very important position. This section inherits the advantages above and is related to the overall attack in the last quarter. In short, the third quarter is a section that maintains balance or seeks balance.

From being 16 points behind at the beginning to only 8 points behind now, this is obviously an unbalanced performance. The appearance of the No. 23 is the key to this unbalanced factor.

Why did you send this obviously rookie No. 23? Give me a big advantage? Is this a conspiracy? Su Zhicheng was thinking hard, but in the face of such a good opportunity, he had already decisively arranged a new attack tactic, and the focus was No. 23.

Sure enough, in the past few minutes, the score came up one by one, and seeing the score that was about to be even, a smile reappeared on Su Zhicheng's gray face.

It turns out that the goddess of victory has not left me yet!

Lu Di looked angry in front of the TV, "Is this coach so funny? Is this guy really underestimated the opponent when I send a child on the court? I think this coach must be immature in his mind! He will be spoiled!"

Hu Weidong still looked calm, but he was thinking in his heart.

"Uncle Hu, is this the myth mentioned?" It seems that Lu Di's anger is already very strong. Obviously, he has now changed to a Jiangsu fan to look at the game.

"Don't worry, the game is not over yet!" Hu Weidong said slowly.

"But if you continue to fight like this, you will be done sooner or later!" Lu Di shouted in dissatisfaction.

"Lu Di, it seems that you still have to exercise. Have you watched it for so long and haven't noticed any difference in this No. 23?" Hu Weidong said suddenly.

"The difference? I think I am a rookie!" Lu Di replied.

Hu Weidong smiled, shook his head, pointed to Ouyang Shangzhi who was carrying the ball in the camera and said, "Look, he feels very good. Look at him slapping the ball, the ball fell from his hand to the ground, and then returned to his hand. Time was fast, and it was almost impossible to see clearly. This proves that his slapping the ball was very strong, but the ball stayed in his hand for a long time, but did not turn his wrists, as if it was stuck to his hand!"

When Lu Di heard this, he looked carefully and immediately said, "What's the matter? Every guard in the organization can do it!"

"This is different. When you watch him accelerate the change of direction, he still maintains such a frequency. This is not simple. Such a touch is not something that ordinary organizational guards can achieve!" Hu Weidong continued to explain.

"It's nothing! This can only mean that he feels good!" Lu Di argued.

"Okay! Look at his running speed again, is it very fast?" Hu Weidong said pointing to the TV.

Just then, Ouyang Shangzhi was playing the ball and moving forward in a fast attack. Zhang Li tried to block the position and intercept him or delay his fast attack speed. However, Ouyang Shangzhi twisted his body nimblely and forced himself to jump past him. Although his movements were a bit big and seemed to be walking, the referee did not vent. Obviously, this was a very beautiful person.

Ouyang Shangzhi just staggered down and immediately balanced his body. The ball was still rolling in his hand and kicking it down the ground. His speed actually accelerated another point and rushed forward quickly.

Lu Di looked at it seriously, and his expression finally changed at this moment.

"This speed can maintain such a dribbling frequency. This is very not easy for such a small player!" Hu Weidong said slowly.

"It's a pity that I didn't pass it well!" When Lu Di saw Ouyang Shangzhi suddenly pass the ball behind his head, but it was a little too big. The plateau that went up to the back was caught off guard and made a mistake suddenly, he said immediately.

After a while, he didn't get Hu Weidong's answer. Lu Di turned his head strangely, but saw Hu Weidong sitting there with a look of surprise, and couldn't help but become surprised.

"What's wrong?"

Hu Weidong took a deep breath and said, "It's not simple!"

"Oh!" Lu Di was also a little surprised. The passing just now was a bit unresponsive, and even a bit dazzling.

"I would not be surprised if he passed to No. 15 parallel to him, or No. 9 next to him, but he followed him later, No. 5 who had never appeared in his sight, and was a very accurate pass, which surprised me." Hu Weidong said, then pondered for a while, shook his head, and said incredibly: "Unless this is a fast attack tactic that has been practiced for a long time, oh! No. 5 did not catch the ball, and looking at his performance, it would be impossible to make such a mistake. The only explanation is "```````." Hu Weidong's eyes became surprised, and he looked at Lu Di who was looking at him in a daze, but did not speak.

"Unless he already feels that there is someone behind him, and he is his own!" Lu Di said word by word.

"Huh!" Hu Weidong let out a breath and suddenly smiled on his face, "I finally understand why this coach wanted No. 23 to play!"

Lu Di didn't say anything because he also vaguely grabbed something.

"Not waiting for the holiday, this No. 23 will become famous all over the world!" Hu Weidong was actually excited.

Lu Di was stunned. No matter how he guessed, he would never have thought that Uncle Hu would make such an amazing prediction.

"Let's take a look. I can guarantee that this No. 23 will be better. After this game, after the next game, after a few more games, the energy hidden in this No. 23 will burst out in a very terrible way!" As a person who has been immersed in basketball for almost thirty years, Hu Weidong deeply understood what the far-reaching value of No. 23 is.

"He learns so quickly!" Lu Di looked at No. 23's beautiful turn, and once again threw away the No. 7, and passed the ball out. Thinking back to his poor performance at the beginning, he couldn't help but exclaim.

"I'm so envious. Why did Beiyang No. 12 Middle School always have to dig such a treasure?" Hu Weidong thought everything and sighed happily. His expression was completely relieved.

Lu Di was silent, and suddenly smiled and said, "A team like this will bring greater motivation to our No. 9 Middle School!"

Hu Weidong looked at Lu Di, and his eyes did not tremble because of this increasingly powerful opponent, but faced it with great fighting spirit.

"Good!" Hu Weidong thought to himself.

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"Roar up, hurry up, take out your speed, hurry up! The whole team is on!" Shang Lin stood on the sidelines and directed the team loudly. Under his shouts, Beiyang No. 12 Middle School significantly accelerated its attack speed and began to advance rapidly into the position of Changsha Mingde Middle School.

"Yes, ensure the speed, keep going like this!" Shang Lin continued to shout, his abnormal performance immediately attracted the attention of many people.

"What's wrong with him, coach?" Zhai Yong touched Dazhu and asked in a low voice.

"I don't know if this is a bit over!" Dazhu has also seen many coaches calling on the sidelines, but they can only be seen in the NBA arena played on TV.

"Is it from the United States?" Long Guang looked at the coach who was starting to command the battle passionately and sighed.

Yan Yufeng was also a little excited. He watched the coach standing there, shouting and waving his hand to make gestures. His teammates began to implement the arrangements the coach shouted.

Is this the art of conducting?

Yan Yufeng thought in surprise.

Shang Lin suddenly closed his mouth, raised his waist, and looked at the field with his eyes keenly. The players did a good job. As a qualified coach, he knew when it was time to shut up. Sometimes, players still had to rely on their own performance.

After looking at Ouyang Shangzhi, Shang Lin couldn't help but smile. He learned faster than he thought. When the third quarter came, the score did not exceed it, but slowly, he once again set a distance from Changsha Mingde.

What Shang Lin is now considering whether he wants Ouyang Shangzhi to continue the last section?

The faster he grows, the more he feels relieved. Behind him, there are many powerful teams waiting for him and Beiyang No. 12 Middle School. It is not enough to rely on Yan Yufeng, Ye Changfeng, Xiang Jie, Gao Yuan and others. He must have an organizational defender.

To be precise, I need a key to start the hurricane, and this key can drive the entire team to perfectly carry out the hurricane tactics I have worked hard on for a long time and exhausted all my energy to the end.

Needless to say, no matter how much risk you take, you have to let Ouyang Shangzhi play, even if you put the entire team in a very dangerous state.

Besides, I know very well that Shengli will not fly away because he still has No. 8 in his hand! No. 8 in Beiyang!

Thinking of this, Shang Lin looked at Yan Yufeng who was sitting there watching the game attentively. He was very satisfied with his performance. At least his previous worries did not appear, and his mentality was maintained very well.

If Shang Lin was asked to evaluate the entire team himself, he would have made it clear.

plateau!

The leader of the team's prestige, with him, there will be no conflicts in the team. In Shang Lin's eyes, he is the nanny of the violent beast of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, and he will comfort the beast very well.

Xiang Jie!

A player who is angry and doesn't know what the danger is. He is usually very quiet and peaceful. Even on the court, his style of play is relatively gentle compared to his position. But Shang Lin knows very well that with him, there will be a blue sky in the inside of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, because he knows very well when his outbreak is needed.

In Shang Lin's heart, Xiang Jie has been left with a deep impression, and he is a player who knows how to contribute.

The wind is long at night!

A terrible shooter should be said to be a shooting basket machine. For him, as long as he passes half the court, he will be in his attack range no matter where he is. I believe he is not wrong.

Moreover, Shang Lin also admires his defense very much. His eyes are very sharp. In one-on-one defense, he will make every opponent suffer.

Ouyang Shangzhi!

This is a treasure, a treasure that even he can't see the end. What will his future be? Even Shang Lin cannot know.

Shang Lin can only describe this treasure as if he was excited when he thought about it.

Yan Yufeng!

The well-deserved team core is strong, mature, brave, and fearless. For everything, he is measured by victory. Responsibility is as sacred as mission. Even if everyone falls, he will not fall. At the most dangerous time, he will always be the first to stand up and stand firmly at the front.

Although he had only been in contact with him for a month, Shang Lin was extremely sure of the above evaluation. He didn't have to look at how he did it before. As long as you look into his eyes, you will understand everything.

There was exactly the same as the lion's eyes, with murderous aura flowing, and his arrogant intention made people feel that he had a kingly spirit. Perhaps no one would still not tremble after seeing these eyes.

His body can only be described as miracles. Even Shang Lin sometimes sighs that such physical fitness is not common among black people, let alone a yellow-skinned person?

For him, basketball can play the brightest light in his hands, he! He is definitely the conqueror of the game. Whether on or off the court, his brightness will always be the brightest.

As for him, Shang Lin felt at ease whenever he thought of it, and this would be his greatest concentration stone for realizing his ideals.

With such a team, Shang Lin felt more and more proud. Today is just the beginning. What you see is not just a corner of the huge battleship of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School. It won’t take long to surprise the whole of China.

What he brought to his opponent was not only trembling, but also the severe damage to his heart that he would never dare to recall after the hurricane.

Shang Lin raised his head proudly and raised his hand, and the players on the field immediately watched.

"Snap your speed and run for me! What I want to see is not a breeze, but a hurricane that tear apart everything!"

Make a name for the world

Great Qin Bingbing
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