"Several times! The ball, the ball was hit before it was even seen! Where do you get your confidence?! The ball is one, it will definitely go over the net, it will be, it will be in bounds? Yes?! There are also several balls that are flying in your face, and you don't know how to go back and catch up?!" Coach Tan recalled the mood of being too up-and-down when he watched the game just now, and he was afraid to make his face even more serious.

"No, Old Tan, we are sure to ······." Gu Yi noticed that the atmosphere was a little solemn, and tried to explain for Song Yimian and himself.

"Shut up!" As soon as Coach Tan took a sharp breath and was about to speak, a crisp and more severe scolding voice came from Yihui Middle School next to him, "Five to zero?!" I didn't get a single point, why are you embarrassed to give me infighting here?! I have a lot of problems on my body, can't I see it?! Who has the right to blame your teammates, partners?!"

Coach Tan held his breath in his chest and choked a few times.

Gu Yi's slightly open mouth closed instantly, he shrugged his shoulders in shock, looked back at the players who were bowing their heads and booing at Yihui Middle School, and suddenly felt that his coach was quite pleasant.

When Gu Yi turned his head to look at Coach Tan again, his face was already gloomy.

"Ahem, that," Coach Tan raised his eyebrows slightly, pursed his lips and cleared his throat to hide the embarrassment after being interrupted halfway through his anger, "Remember to protect yourself when you play." The words lost any momentum to speak of.

"Beep! ————" The referee moved his hands, feet and neck on the sidelines and climbed into the referee's chair again.

Gu Yi glanced at Yihui for the last time before going on the field, and couldn't help but feel some sympathy for those players in his heart, and bit his ear with Song Yimian, "They have infighting? Just because we played too hard, they didn't get points? Or is it because they didn't have a tacit understanding and conceded several goals? This psychological quality is too bad, shouldn't we be more united and united with the outside world at this time?"

"It's so ugly to be on TV." He seemed to have just remembered that there was such a thing as a live broadcast, and straightened his back and pretended to tidy up his collar.

At this time, even Song Yimian couldn't help but look back, and then continued to say indifferently, "It has nothing to do with you, how to fight."

When Coach Tan heard this, he felt a hot liquid rushing to his head, and his eyes turned black for a while.

He lifted his forehead and relieved his breath, not expecting the two to really do what he intended, and gave up, "It's almost time, you guys······ Hey, forget it, fight as much as you like, just be happy, protect yourself from getting hurt!"

Gu Yi nodded and hummed twice, and then said to Song Yimian, "Brother Mian, are we a little too ruthless in the first five games, or in the last game, let's let them?"

"Eh," Coach Tan's wrinkled eyes widened, his eyes lit up, and he said with relief, "I think Gu Yi's idea is very good, and it's worth learning." Among peers, it is important to have a proper and good game, but everything must have a degree or not. Then you ······ next round."

"Showing your true level and playing seriously is the respect for each other." Song Yi said solemnly, "There are wins and losses in the game, and you will be embarrassed to lose and lose face, so train hard to improve yourself after the game, and do it again next year, instead of continuing to lie flat and delusionally thinking that the opponent will be kind enough to give you water."

Sometimes, Coach Tan really hates Song Yimian's character, which is sharp and ruthless to outsiders.

"Yes, the idea of expecting the other party to release water to you must be wrong," Coach Tan agreed, "However, you are not the one waiting to be released now." You should keep your strength, Yihui's two team members are not as good as you, you can't afford to use all those skills on them, there are so many games ahead, stronger opponents are waiting for you behind."

"And, look at how badly they were scolded just now, a total of six games, losing all singles and doubles, and not getting a single point, what a blow to self-confidence. It's going to be on you, can you still be reinvigorated in the next games?"

"It's just the preliminaries, for yourself and for others, leave a way back, don't force too much." Coach Tan said this earnestly and patted Song Yimian on the shoulder.

Song Yimian put down the towel and saw the lunch box

The box had already arrived, and he turned to Coach Tan and said, "Coach, tell the others to come over for dinner first, it's too late."

"Gone." He called Gu Yi again.

Coach Tan saw that the time was a little late, so he asked Coach Sun to send a message to Tang Hui, and when he turned back, Song Yimian and Gu Yi were already on the court, "Eh, stinky boy, do you want to let it or not?" Give me a letter!"

It may have been a little loud, causing the two coaches of Yihui Middle School to look at him. The female coach's eyes are very calm, and her dark eyes are like two pools of stagnant water, and there is no trace of fluctuation in sight; Another male coach who also looked very young put his hands around his chest and glared at Coach Tan angrily, as if he was going to eat Coach Tan, but at the same time he was very aggrieved.

Coach Tan felt the unfriendly gaze, looked back with his peripheral eyes, and then calmly straightened his clothes, put his hands behind his back, held his head high, and strode back.

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"What do you think?" Hong Xiqi saw Tao You's preoccupied appearance, and said with concern, "Sister Tang Hui asked us to go back and start dinner."

Tao Youqing frowned, "It's nothing, it's just that I've never seen Song Yimian fight so fiercely, and it's visually shocking."

When the two of them walked to the position of the team, the other team members were also packing their schoolbags and preparing to go to dinner. It's just that their movements are very slow, and their attention is focused on the game where there is no suspense, and they don't want to be distracted for a moment.

"I'm going, eh, Song Yimian and Gu Yi took the wrong medicine today? Are those two still them?"

"I don't think it's strange that Gu Yi is crazy like this, but Song Yimian is crazy with him. Hey, indeed, we've been training together for so long, and today's one was really an eye-opener for me."

"But I have to say, that crossing ball he just played was really cool! Captains don't have to be able to do that." One of the team members said excitedly as he raised his hand to imitate Song Yimian's action, "It's so neat! The two people on the other side were stunned, that expression, hahaha, someone must have taken a screenshot to make an emoji during the live broadcast."

Not surprisingly, everyone was talking about the game just now.

"Game 6, start now. Beep! —" The referee whistled.

"Hurry up and clean up." Tang Hui urged everyone who seemed to have slowed down, "You can watch it for a while, it's not too late."

"Eh, you see, did Song Yimian and Gu Yi change tactics?"

"Why is this slowing down?"

"Is it because I hit too fast just now and I don't have enough stamina?"

"Fart! It's obviously hanging on to the other side."

"Delaying Tactics······ But how do I feel so familiar?"

"Of course I am familiar with it, when I was training before, the two of them partnered with us in doubles training, and when they were ready to release the water, it was exactly the same as now." Another player who had previously trained in doubles with Song Yimian and Gu Yi said.

"You mean, they're ready to release the water?" The team's partner gave a slightly frightened expression, as if he was recalling some bad memory, "It's over, it's over." He was sympathizing with the two players opposite.

"Tut-tut, I remember, you were released from the water before, and it seems that you have been shut up for a long time."

"Get out!"

"Get out!" The two team members had a very tacit understanding, and sneered with a black face, obviously not wanting to recall the very unpleasant memory of being hit by dimensionality reduction.

「······」

Tang Hui saw that everyone didn't listen to her, shrugged her shoulders, and also paid attention to the changes on the field.

If you can't beat it, join in.

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"Fifteen to zero, Yi Hui leads." The referee blew the whistle soon after, and the first game was over.

Gu Yi and Song Yimian bumped fists and retreated to the back of the court. Both of them looked very calm, and they had no regrets after losing the game. Even the members of No. 1 Middle School did not have a trace of loss and blame. Coach Tan took off the brand new pair of sunglasses from the collar and placed them in two mirrors

Katagami sighed, wiped it clean, and slowly but elegantly rested it on the bridge of his nose.

Although Yihui won the game, no one showed any expression related to joy on their faces. Even the spectators were not as excited and active as they had just won the game.

Tao You, who saw Yihui's winning process on the sidelines, couldn't help but show a trace of sympathy to Yihui's two players.

- I finally understand why they all play autism in training matches, this is a proper dimensionality reduction blow. Who doesn't doubt life after the fight.

Everyone knew that if Gu Yi hadn't stumbled a few times out of thin air just now, causing the wrong racket to swing in the air, this game would not have ended so quickly, but it is difficult to say whether the final score would have changed.

"Snort, isn't it," Hong Xiqi sneered with his hands on his hips and pointed to the field, "Gu Yi should at least make his release more hidden." Fake fall out of thin air, and he can figure it out."

"Look at the stinky faces of Yihui's gang, I feel that I can't wait to go on the field right now and pull down Song Yimian and Gu Yi and beat them up."

- Fake falling, it is a little trick that Gu Yi will come up with.

Even what the audience and Hong Xiqi could see, Tao You naturally saw it clearly. She looked at the two team members in silence, their tense faces were full of unyielding, and their four eyes were staring at Song Yimian and Gu Yi opposite, their back molars creaked, and the muscles on their cheeks bulged.

Especially the player standing behind the bottom line, his expression was so violent that a touch of panic and fear rose in people's hearts, and he involuntarily wanted to retreat.

He clenched his back molars, and the muscles on either side of his cheeks bulged; The red and yellow-bordered racket spun around quickly in his hand a few times, and then he tightened his hand suddenly, the fingertips holding the racket gradually whitened, the green tendons on his arms bulged, and the muscles tensed instantly. If you get closer, you can hear the squeak of the palm of your hand rubbing against the handle of the racket.

The muscles of his legs were straddling, slightly bent, and the quick-drying yellow jersey was completely wet, and the color was a degree darker, sticking to the slightly arched back, revealing the back line undoubtedly, he bounced slightly, always ready to attack.

The atmosphere in the stadium became tense, and everyone waited with bated breath for them to kick off, losing the initial sense of entertainment.

Tao You touched the player's gaze, trembled violently with fright, and then withdrew his gaze to look at the calm Song Yimian, and felt nervous for him in his heart.