Not long after the start of the second game, Tao You really realized Kang Yi's true strength and ...... Crazy...... The paragraph before the game seemed to really make her anxious.

But it's possible that without that paragraph, she would be so crazy.

Kang Yi plays with his own routine system, at first glance, it seems to be no different from random play, all kinds of skill balls, think of which to use, which one can be used, no rules, and do not consider the consequences of playing.

But insiders can find that the initiative of the game is gradually being grasped by Kang Yi.

It is precisely because Kang Yi has played a lot of wild balls, encountered all kinds of opponents, and encountered various means on the field, these people and methods have given her the opportunity to enhance her experience and form her own unique set of playing styles.

It's still a little crazier to be fun.

Tennis balls, backspin balls, chipping balls, diagonal balls...... Kang Yi took almost all the skills that he could fight around, like a silent dismount.

There were more and more beads of sweat on Tao You's face, and they kept falling into his eyes along the eyelashes, sour and painful, but he didn't dare to close his eyes.

Every time she catches a ball, the name of the ball and how to deal with it can immediately appear in her mind, but this does not prevent her from running more and more times under her feet, and the range is getting bigger and bigger, and she has begun to struggle and become passive.

She gritted her teeth and wanted to change the situation, but Kang Yi seemed to be able to guess where her next ball would hit every time, and after catching it steadily, she hit a more tricky ball.

There is no greater frustration than this.

The coach of the thirteenth middle school paced to Coach Tan's side, and after watching the game side by side for a while, he said with a regretful face, "Brother Tan, it's a pity, it's a piece of jade, but it hasn't been carved in place, I'm afraid you will lose this game."

Coach Tan squinted at the thirteenth middle school coach who had just won the game, rolled his eyes unhappily and took a step back to the side.

He couldn't get used to this rough man every time he won the game, he was complacent and had to show off in front of him, saying some crepe that he didn't know where to scavenge and disgust him.

"Brother Tan......" The coach of the thirteenth middle school didn't want to let go of Coach Tan so easily, he had not shown off in front of them before, how much he could get back at this time, no matter what, he had to make Coach Tan unhappy once, Coach Tan was not happy, he was happy.

Coach Tan didn't have the patience to let the coach of the thirteenth middle school continue to chatter, his mouth is not only used for eating, and the title of "iron mouth" is not for nothing, "Brother brother, brother and sister, will you talk well, I can't tell you to hurry up to your house, whether the second baby or the third baby will intern in the hospital and take a look, what kind of brain department, psychiatry or something."

"At such an age, suddenly speaking can't speak clearly, most of the time it's because there is a nerve in the brain, this kind of problem can be big or small, you either go online to find out what's wrong, you can't just forget it because you feel old, it's not a way to drag it out, right." Coach Tan pointed to his head, showing great concern, "Hurry up and hang up an expert number to take a look." Or I'll ask my nephew, who works in a tertiary hospital in the capital, to help you register? Even he may not be able to give you a number."

Where would the coach of the thirteenth middle school not hear that Coach Tan was scolding him, so he almost pointed at his nose and scolded.

He pursed his lips, so angry that his stubble was about to pop out, and he pointed his finger at Coach Tan with a trembling finger, "Bad old man, I can't afford to play at all, it's boring!" It's boring!" I don't know why, it seems that I pretended to be a literati too much, and my brain couldn't turn all of a sudden, and I held it for a long time before I could hold back such a sentence that couldn't compare to the itch, and I couldn't remember a word of the foul words that filled my stomach.

Not to be outdone, Coach Tan gave him another look, "If you're bored, hurry up, let's go, it's not about holding the champion in your arms, it's better to care more about your own players than to talk here."

「...... Hmph!" The coach of the thirteenth middle school knew that he couldn't say anything about Coach Tan's mouth, tidied up the hat on his head, and left with his hands.

The coach of the thirteenth middle school has lived for most of his life, and he has always been speechless by others, until he met Coach Tan, he kept planting his head in front of him, but he couldn't remember the lesson every time, and he forgot it when he turned his head.

Today, he was carried away for a while, how could he forget that when the coaches of all the participating teams had a dinner party, Coach Tan fought the crowd with a tongue, and finally walked out of the box unscathed.

Why does he still want to get verbal pleasure in front of this kind of person, isn't this just a rush to add a blockage to his heart.

Tsk, stupid.

"Don't eat, eat, eat, it's not better in a while." When he returned to his team, he saw a group of people sharing the roasted sweet potatoes he had just bought, and the assistant coach had them, but he didn't, and his heart was even more blocked, "How many times have I said it, don't eat too much before the game, what should I do if I vomit when I run?!" I can't digest it and my stomach hurts?!"

"Competition, not training! A roasted sweet potato, you have to eat it now?! Is it so long? The seller of roasted sweet potatoes will run away or what?!" He took off his hat with a headache, and when he saw that the team members were still holding the roasted sweet potatoes reluctantly, he couldn't help but raise his voice, "Put it away! Eat it after the race!"

A team member cautiously raised his hand to remind, "Coach, the tricycle driven by the uncle who sells sweet potatoes is really running away late."

"I'll say it now, and you're going to say it, right?" The coach of the thirteenth middle school pointed to the player, "I will say it again at the end, put it all away, and if you don't collect it, you will have additional training at night."

Scattered and scattered, the team members were a little scared and a little unwilling to put away the fragrant roasted sweet potato, and watched it cool a little bit in their school bags.

The coach of the thirteenth middle school had a sore throat, it was expected that he was going to catch a cold, he rubbed his tense eyebrows, sometimes he really envied Lao Tan's bad old man, his fate was good, and the players under his hands looked so obedient.

Unlike him, he always carries a box of throat lozenges and a transparent pill box in his pocket, although he doesn't use it much, but he doesn't feel safe without it.

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"Beep————

"In the second game, Fujihashi won six hits, and the score was tied 1-1. Exchange courts, exchange serves."

Tao You raised his feet and walked to the opposite side, and saw Kang Yi walking towards him.

She was also very tired, but the corners of her mouth were prone to a wicked smile, and the smile did not reach the bottom of her cold eyes, which made people feel furious when she looked at it.

While Kang Yi handed the two balls to Tao You, his hand pressed down slightly, panting but it did not affect the speed of speech and the sense of oppression in it, "You weren't quite arrogant just now, and there was no one to help you on the playing field. You're going to lose badly......

"Beep————" The referee propped up the folding table on the referee's chair with his arms, leaned over and shouted at the heads of the two people who had not yet handed over the ball, "Is there a problem? No problem, don't talk to each other."...

Tao You took the lead in withdrawing his hand, put the ball in his pocket, beads of sweat continued to drip down his chin, his face was calm, not in a hurry, not humble or arrogant, and said, "Wait and see."

Kang Yi lost strength in his hand, and his whole arm went down, and then he withdrew his hand without changing his face, maintaining a dangerous smile, and passed by Tao You.

Coach Tan looked anxiously at the back of the field, he didn't know what Tao You and Kang Yi said, one hand was clenched in front of him, but whenever Tao You's face had any tendency to deteriorate, he was ready to stop at any time, for fear that his players would be bullied on the field.

Of course, what he is most worried about is what kind of tricks Kang Yi will play during the game, even if his eyes are tired and he doesn't dare to relax for a while.

It's not that he wants to deliberately speculate maliciously, it's not that he doesn't believe in the referee, as the saying goes, knowing people and faces doesn't know their hearts, not to mention that this kind of usual reputation is very bad, he can't trust the character of Kang Yi and Fujihashi No. 6 Middle School coaches.

"Hello, Coach Tan," a reporter came to Coach Tan with a microphone and a very official smile, followed by a camera beside him, "I have long admired the Daimyo, we are reporters from Weicheng Channel 6, can I interview you with a few questions?" She picked up the work sign around her neck and gestured.

Stretch out your hand and don't hit the smiling person, that's what you said, but Coach Tan doesn't have Ren now

He is in a superfluous mood to answer those questions, which do not allow him to say what he really thinks, and the interview now does not meet the regulations.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not going to be interviewed right now." His face darkened, "Everything will wait until the game is over, and there will be a centralized interview at that time."

As if to gag the reporter's mouth and prevent her from continuing to ask, Coach Tan waved at Song Yimian on the side, "Song Yimian, come here."

「......」

The reporter next to him did not walk away, but continued to hold the microphone and wait.

Coach Tan turned his head, the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile that was a little uglier than crying, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were not squeezed out, "We have to discuss the next game now, it's not convenient to broadcast......

The reporter nodded, "Then I'll interview you again next time." Wave at the camera behind you and move on to the next target.

The mobile phone in his hand is still popping up messages, and it keeps vibrating. Song Yimian waited for Coach Tan to speak, and replied to Xie Yu's message. said that the milk tea he bought had arrived, but a few people in the audience didn't want to walk a few steps outside to get it, anyway, he was standing below, and he was idle, so he helped to mention it, and the cookies delivered in the takeaway were regarded as his travel expenses.

"What tactics are you going to discuss?" Song Yimian thought that Coach Tan was talking about Tao You's next few games, and it was rare to take the initiative.

Coach Tan shook his head with his hands behind his back, and felt that Song Yimian's reaction was a little strange, "Why are you so positive? I said casually and kept watching."

Song Yimian coughed lightly, put the sweet potato that was still warm in his arms into the sandwich of the schoolbag on the bench next to him, and when he did this action, he deliberately turned his back to Coach Tan and hid the movement in his hand in front of him.

After putting things away, he turned around as if he had a feeling, and saw Coach Tan's eyes sneaking over here, and the moment he turned around, he hurriedly took it back, pretending that nothing had happened.

Song Yimian was still a little worried, but the mobile phone in his trouser pocket was still vibrating, and Xie Yu and the others had time to send him messages in turn, but no one was willing to move their feet to get takeout.

"Coach, I'm going to get something and I'll be right back." Song Yimian deliberately bit the last four words.

"Go ahead." Coach Tan nodded and let go, "Don't worry, I'm booked, yes, roasted sweet potatoes, I won't take them."

Song Yimian was relieved to leave. Coach Tan looked at Song Yimian's back, sneered helplessly, and said to himself, "I can still grab food with a little girl." Where am I so hungry?"

But less than three minutes later, he took out his mobile phone and put it to his mouth and sent a message to Coach Sun, "Old Sun, you come and see for a while, I'll go outside and get through (buy) (red) gas (potato)......

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When Xie Yu got the milk tea, he first took a sip, chewed the ingredients in his mouth, and asked, "How is it on the field now?" The other side looks very difficult to deal with, the way of playing is very wild, what are our chances of winning?"