On the training ground, there was a circle of players standing around, standing solemnly on the court and watching the two people playing.

Dong Zhanyang and Jin Peng are constantly throwing the ball, picking up the ball, and throwing the ball again.

"Coach, why are you practicing them like this?" Wei Weiwei asked seriously for some reason.

"Why am I going to tell you?" looked at Wei Weiwei seriously and snorted coldly.

Wei Weiwei was so serious that he scratched his nose in embarrassment, and looked around uncomfortably.

looked at the two people in the center of the field seriously.

As soon as Dong Zhanyang and Jin Peng came over in the morning, they let them practice pitching seriously, and they both pitched all morning, and their arms were sore.

At the beginning, the shooting percentage was quite high, basically eight out of ten goals could be scored. Later, both of them were tired, and it was good to score four out of ten goals.

However, the seriousness did not mean to stop at all, and they did not dare to stop and rest.

"Zhan Yang, what does this Coach Yan mean, I've been voting all morning, and I haven't said anything, whether I'm satisfied or dissatisfied." Jin Peng took advantage of the time to pick up the ball and said to Dong Zhanyang.

"I don't know, I don't think he will stop shouting, my arms will be useless." Dong Zhanyang raised his hand and threw another ball, which hit the basket with a "bang".

Dong Zhanyang sighed decadently and went to pick up the ball.

"Alright, let's stop!" Just when both of them were about to despair, they finally heard a serious shout to stop.

This cold voice, in the ears of Dong Zhanyang and Jin Peng, was like an angel's voice, as pleasant as a spring breeze.

The two of them sat down on the ground and took a long breath, never feeling that the world was so beautiful.

Seeing them sit on the ground regardless of their image, Serious's face immediately turned cold and he stepped forward.

"What is it like, stand up!" Said solemnly.

Dong Zhanyang and Jin Peng, who were feeling the crispy numbness of their muscles relaxing, heard a thunderous sound coming from overhead, and their hearts tightened with fright, and they immediately stood up.

"At your level, it's embarrassing to rest, if you can't reach a 90 percent hit rate, then you won't have a chance to compete in the future."

"You should have seen the international league or the Olympics or something like that. That's something you can't compare to your little games, don't think that if you win two championships in that little games, you think it's amazing. ”

"If you play at that level, you don't even get a chance to get the ball. In the Open Championship, it is not necessarily our own compatriots, most of them are foreign teams. ”

"We Chinese ourselves will be slightly weak in size, so we will turn our weaknesses into advantages." How to turn it into an advantage, flexibility. We can work on our flexibility and make sure that the ball you throw goes to the basket no matter what the situation. He said a lot of serious words, for Dong Zhanyang and Jin Peng, the two newcomers, and for everyone present.

"Coach Yan, you have always asked us to have a high shooting rate, do you want to be able to shoot in any situation?"

Dong Zhanyang muttered in a low voice, he was confident before he came, confident in his ball skills whenever and wherever he was. It's only been a few days since they came here and they have been hit seriously one after another, and since they came here, they have not had the opportunity to play with the team except for morning practice is to practice pitching. Therefore, Dong Zhanyang, who has always been confident, has suffered a frustration in his self-esteem.

Wei Weiwei heard Dong Zhanyang say this and wanted to stop it. However, Dong Zhanyang ignored him completely.

He could only pray silently, hoping that the king of Hades would be merciful to the newcomer this time!

After listening seriously, he didn't say anything, walked over and bent down to pick up a ball, and stood two meters outside the three-point line. With a casual throw, the "bang" basketball entered the basket steadily, fell to the ground, bounced a few times, and rolled away.

Dong Zhanyang did not convince of seriousness because of this ball. On the contrary, he felt that for a veteran basketball coach, it should not be nothing.

It's just that he didn't expect that this was just a serious test of his hands, and his real skills hadn't been released yet.

Serious didn't pay attention to Dong Zhanyang's reaction, he didn't even look to see if anyone was surprised by his ball.

I saw him lean over and pick up another ball, hold it in his hand, point to a few players and say, "Come and block my ball, try your best to grab the ball." Use all your tricks to stop me from scoring. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was surprised, and tried their best to prevent Coach Yan from scoring a goal? What does Coach Yan want to do? We stopped all the balls, won't he lose face? How else do you train newcomers?

One question after another swirled in everyone's minds, and they couldn't figure out what Coach Yan wanted to do.

Only Wei Weiwei understands that this Coach Yan is going to magnify his moves. Among these people, Wei Weiwei has been here for a long time. Therefore, only he knows Coach Yan's strength, and he has witnessed it with his own eyes.

I think that at the beginning, among the few newcomers who came with him, there were also a few people who were dissatisfied with Coach Yan. Coach Yan showed his strength, and those other people instantly worshiped Coach Yan, and since then they have regarded Coach Yan as a god, and their orders to him are obedient.

It's just that later the outstanding ones went to play in the open tournament, and the average results were also assigned to other training grounds. It's just me, I don't want to make do, and I'm still waiting here for the opportunity to be able to go to the Open.

Thinking of these past events, Wei Weiwei sighed, waved his thoughts, and looked at the center of the court.

In the past two years, Coach Yan has not shown his strength. I didn't expect to have the opportunity to see it again today, thanks to Dong Zhanyang!

Thinking like this, he cast a grateful look at Dong Zhanyang.

Dong Zhanyang felt Wei Weiwei's gaze and looked at Wei Weiwei, feeling inexplicable at his gaze.

In the field, the players who were selected as serious opponents had already stood in formation, and Dong Zhanyang didn't care about what Wei Weiwei's gaze meant.

In the middle of the court, there were five or six defensive players standing in front of the basketball hoop, lined up, concentrated, ready to stop the ball at any time.

Standing seriously outside the three-point line, the ball in his hand smashed to the ground one by one, "bang, bang", which made the listeners frightened.

Finally, he lowered his body in a serious manner, raised his foot and stepped forward, holding the ball with his right hand, as if preparing to shoot.

Several players on the defense were about to grab the ball when they saw this, but they suddenly withdrew the ball in their hands, dribbled the ball and ran to the side.

Several defenders thought they were serious about shooting, and they all came up to block him, but who knew that he would suddenly turn, so naturally there was no one on either side.

A few people just watched Serious run away, of course they were unwilling, and turned to the direction of Serious, wanting to intercept it again.

Who knew that when they were still stunned, they already knew what they would do next, and before they could get to the front, they jumped, and the ball in their hands was already thrown to the basket.

The defender who is close to the basket jumps high and raises his hands in the air to stop the ball. Helplessly, when his hand was about to touch the ball, the basketball had already grazed over his fingers and fell steadily into the basket.

Everyone was stunned and watched the serious first ball go in like this.

However, there was neither smugness nor ostentation on the serious face, but still a look of indifference.

"Come, go on, show all your tricks, I'm not afraid that you will stop my ball, I am afraid that you will not be able to stop it."

Such arrogant words, coming out of a serious mouth, did not make people disgusted at all, I just felt that he had the strength to say this.

Next, no matter how much the defenders discussed the countermeasures, it was not a ball that was blocked. Watching the serious goals one by one, there is just no break.

An hour later, several of the defenders were so exhausted that they all threw up their hands in surrender and shouted to quit.

"Why, you didn't even block a ball and gave up?" Serious said coldly.

"Coach Yan, how the hell do you play, it's impossible that you know everything we think?"

A player asks a soul. The other players all nodded, meaning that they were also curious and wanted to know.

Dong Zhanyang and Jin Peng were directly stunned, they used to be the best at school, so it was logical to think that they were very good wherever they went.

Unexpectedly, after watching serious play today, I realized that I was playing, and it was clearly just a joke.

They were now looking serious with anticipation, hoping that the great god could explain the techniques to them.

looked at the adoring eyes of the crowd seriously, and there was no change in the expression, still no expression.

"Do you have the same problem as him?" Solemnly pointed to the defender who had just spoken.

"Hmm!"

"Yes, yes!"

Everyone nodded, waiting with anticrative expectation for Coach Yan to teach him a lesson.

"It's not that I know what they think, it's that you have to know what the other person thinks. If you can't even guess this, what are you going to play? Seeing what he's doing now, you have to think about what he's going to do next. Even if you guess wrong, that's okay, but you have to react quickly enough to come up with a countermeasure as soon as you see the other person's next move. ”

"When you're on the field, no one is going to accommodate you, everybody wants to win. You've all competed in competitions before, but those are small competitions and no one cares about them. Always think about losing, it's not a big deal, after all, you are still young, after all, there will be opportunities in the future. ”

"But now it's different, if you still have that mentality, you won't have a chance to play in the Open, you won't have a chance to go to the International. Those world titles are just a dream for you, and you don't even get a chance to get up close and personal with them. ”

"Don't think I'm great today, it's just a normal game, and I don't have any special skills. As long as you remember one thing, you are responsive, you are fast enough, and your basic skills are solid, and you will be able to do what I did in no time. ”

After finishing seriously, he walked up to Dong Zhanyang and Jin Peng, and said, "Do you think it's useless for me to let you do it these days, you can't even shoot well, what else do you want to do?" ”

Dong Zhanyang is convinced by Coach Yan now, how can he refute him, he wants to work hard now and practice to a serious level as soon as possible, so that he will have a chance to compete.

"Coach Yan, from today onwards, I will no longer have any doubts about your arrangement, and I will strictly follow your orders."

"Yes, Coach Yan!" Jin Peng echoed what Dong Zhanyang said, he now has a new view of seriousness, and sure enough, the decision to enter here is right, otherwise he will not be exposed to these in his life, he will only be like a frog at the bottom of a well, thinking that he is very remarkable.

Wei Weiwei looked serious with deep meaning in his eyes, and it was really high, so he played a few balls casually, and everyone was convinced.

This wants others to know what he thinks, and others are expected to explode, so it's just a few random balls?