I. Chapter 192

“…… I also remember to rush back early, don't miss Mr.'s Keju training. ”

"No!" Tong Guan rolled his eyes covertly, yes, it seems that our Highness is kneeling and licking that Mr. Wushan like this, yes, let this Highness be happy, let's not touch the mold.

And Gao Yu looked at Zhao Ji who was walking towards Lingyun Club with a smug face, shook his head helplessly, and quickly followed Zhao Ji's footsteps.

Everyone arrived at the end of noon, even Li Qingzhao's girl arrived, well, she claimed to be bored to come and enjoy the training of the two brothers.

Anyway, a little girl is not the heir of the Tai Chi master, so she doesn't need to be on the field to guard the door, just watch it if you like it.

Wang Yang first asked Boss Ling to organize a group of people, and then conducted a mock game with this rabble composed of faint kings, powerful eunuchs, traitorous ministers, and ruffians and hooligans.

I have to admit that although these guys are in political circles, they are the objects of scorn and contempt. However, they are all rare good players in the Keju arena.

Or to put it more correctly, this guy is a bunch of people who play street football, and they play more smoothly than anyone else, but when it comes to cooperation, they are not even as good as three-year-old dolls, and they all regard themselves as world superstars and are unwilling to pass the ball.

Looking at these guys is like a bunch of dumbfounded, when others get the ball, except for standing in place stupidly, they almost don't know how to run without the ball, and the person who gets the ball will imagine that he is the king of the ball, Pele, or Maradona possessed, and he can't wait to carry the ball from one end of the court to the other and then shoot and score.

Although Boss Ling and a few disciples know how to cooperate, he finally understands that these Keju masters who don't know how to cooperate are the protagonists on the field, and each of them can only grit their teeth and pass the ball to these people, and then see them running wildly with the ball, and then after being cut off by the opponent, they calmly pass it over, and then shoot.

Even if the players who lined them up can only be regarded as the second echelon in the Lingyun Club, and the shooting skills are really not good, they still have scored three goals in a row in just a quarter of an hour.

And these Keju masters, who were full of fighting spirit at the beginning and were as hypocritical as a proud little rooster, were already discouraged and depressed in the face of the reality of the three balls.

But Wang Yang kept drawing on a piece of white paper on a wooden board for a moment, for a while, and then again, and then again, and in a quarter of an hour, Wang Daguan drew more than a dozen sheets.

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Li Qingzhao couldn't help but come to him, but after looking at it twice, he was directly confused, what the hell is this master of Chinese painting painting? It's all white dots and black dots, and then it's a mess of meaningless lines.

Could it be that Master Wang has already reached the peak of his painting skills and feels that he needs to make a breakthrough, so he has decided to paint Fauvism or Abstract School?

Just when Li Xiaoniang looked confused, Wang Yang threw away the brush in his hand and got up, put his hand into his mouth, and blew a sharp whistle. After seeing everyone's eyes coming, Wang Yang hurriedly announced the end of the game.

"Blowing the wind and whistling, it's either a hooligan or a robber......" A crisp and sweet voice next to him suddenly sounded, and Wang Daguan's feet were weak, and he almost stumbled and fell into the mud.

"Hey, I said Sister Li, can you talk well, I didn't offend you today." Uncle Wang stared at this girl with a black line on his face.

"This is what my mother said, and my father also said so, I am just reminding Brother Wang that you are easy to be misunderstood by others by doing this......"

Looking at the outrageously innocent face, as well as the pair of cute and clear Danfeng eyes like a clear stream, Wang Yang could only shake his head helplessly, okay, why did he meet this girl, there is always a feeling that the show meets the soldiers, and it is unreasonable.

At this time, the vote lost, and the spirit was like a plague chicken that had been hit by bird flu, and the Keju masters had come to the front, and Wang Yang showed a bright smile. "I think you are all very unhappy with the game, because the strength of each of you is far above your opponents, but you play with such a result, it's normal to be unhappy."

Everyone heard Wang Yang speak, and the depressed expression finally looked better. looked at Wang Yang with blank eyes, hoping that this product would give some encouragement and encouragement, so that everyone could get happy.

"In fact, the reason for this is very simple, please look at the big screen...... Ahem, you heard me wrong, I asked you to show you this sketchpad next to me, and when you see this first picture, what do you see? ”

"Black dots and white dots, as well as a bunch of meaningless lines...... Li Qingzhao, who has already observed and studied Wang Yang's paintings for a long time, preemptively gave his own conclusion.

Old Driver Wang couldn't help but feel a stalk in his head, is this stinky girl ready to take revenge for the revenge she used to call her a rabbit girl?

"Yes, yes, a bunch of black and white dots, could it be that Mr. Fei drew these, and it has something to do with our previous failures?" Zhao Ji looked at the thing that couldn't even be called a ghost drawing talisman with a confused expression, and said in his heart, Mr. Did he let himself and others be confused by the failure?

"Of course, it has something to do with the victory or defeat between you and your opponents, the black dots represent your local hands, and the white dots are the twelve of you......" Wang Yang nodded with satisfaction, worthy of being his own iron fan, so this tone is a good match.

"You see, this white dot represents Tong Guan who is standing in the front court, his initial movement range, either forward or backward, almost no more than pulling to both sides, and next to him, this side is Li Ji, and this side is your ......"

"You two often move towards the middle in an interesting way, but instead of picking up Tong Guan in the center position, you want to get the ball, then break through yourself, and then shoot the goal, am I right?"

Wang Yang took out a piece of white paper full of lines and black and white dots, and commented on the other party's sports on the field one by one.

Originally, these Keju masters, who were very frustrated by swallowing three balls in a row, all came to their senses at this time. And he listened carefully to Wang Yang's analysis and guidance with a shocking and convincing mood.

One word: cow, two words: bull, three words...... Well, without watering, in short, these guys were quickly deeply impressed by Wang Yang's pile of black and white dots and lines.

No one thought that Wang Yang would tell them in such a striking and intuitive way, the strengths and weaknesses of each of them, as well as how to run with each other, how to cooperate, and how to pass the ball, etc.

The expressions of the two are focused like a bunch of good dolls in the kindergarten class, and there is not even a disobedient child who picks his nose and picks his ears.