At the beginning of the second quarter of the game, Qingcheng No. 4 Middle School replaced center Lv Xiangning and Gao Yanhe, who was opposite Wang Yu, and replaced it with No. 6 Wei Qingpu, who was quite accomplished on the defensive end in yesterday's game, directly opposite Zhang Chaoyang and ten centimeters taller than Wang Yu, and No. 11 Rubin, who had more means on the offensive end, more flexible footwork, and more advantageous height.

On the side of Jian'an No. 16 Middle School, what surprised Qingcheng No. 4 Middle School was that Wang Yu, who performed well in the first quarter and scored 20 points alone, was not among the players!

This time, the adjustment of the lineup not only surprised the opponent, but even Zou Qiang, who replaced Wang Yu, and Wang Yu, who was sitting on the field, couldn't figure out what kind of tactic this was.

"Why didn't you let me go on again?" Wang Yu looked at his father with some grievances.

"You're tired." Wang Lizhong looked like a father, and did not forget to hand the thermos cup to Wang Yu.

"I'm not tired." Wang Yu didn't take the water, dreamed of the big towel on his head, and replied with a smile.

He was telling the truth, Wang Lizhong also knew that he was not lying, and neither father nor son felt embarrassed, because this kind of conversation often happened - even when there were no outsiders, the father and son scolded each other more bluntly - but Zhang Chaoyang, who was sitting between the two, was embarrassed.

On the one hand, he is the seniors and coaches he respects, and on the other hand, he is the little brother he just recognized.

Help whom?

Why does the ace coach still have a conflict with the ace in his team?

The little brother didn't play all day, not to hide his strength, but simply because he offended the coach?

Is the world of high school basketball so dark?!

Can't you......

The words turned a thousand times in my heart, and when I returned to the verbal words, it became-

"How do you talk to the coach! The coach said that if you are tired, you will be tired! If the coach doesn't let you get on, you can rest for a while! In the team, you should listen to the coach! Saying that, a slap sounded loud, but it actually slapped Wang Yu's back with force, "Listen to the coach's knowledge!" ”

This crisp "pop" startled the bench of the sixteenth middle school!

Bite? The trump card that bullies us under our noses?!

Just as the conflict was about to erupt, the parties spoke.

Wang Yu straightened his waist suddenly, and looked at Zhang Chaoyang helplessly: "Can you be quiet for a while, big brother?" ”

"Huh? Ah Yu, are you really his little brother? Li Qi exclaimed, as if he had heard some great gossip.

"Who's his little brother!" Wang Yu replied, a little impatient.

"Of course, didn't you hear him call me big brother!" Zhang Chaoyang on the side was very proud and hurriedly admitted it.

This made Wang Yu anxious, stood up with a brush, and shouted at Zhang Chaoyang with his waist crossed: "Shut up!" Am I calling you?! I'm so annoyed! You either go back to the game or don't talk! ”

The people on the field don't have time to care about what happens off the field, but that doesn't mean that no one pays attention to the movement of the 16th middle school bench.

The onlookers and the players of Qingcheng No. 4 Middle School cast curious glances.

The students of Quanda recognized at a glance that the one sitting on the bench, with his legs together, sitting well-behaved, with a look of grievance, and bowing his head to be trained was the star in their hearts, Zhang Chaoyang, the captain of Quanda High School!

And the person standing in front of him, with his waist crossed, fierce, and ruthlessly training him, was none other than Wang Yu, the No. 8 of Jian'an Sixteenth Middle School, who had just come out of the limelight!

God, what's the plot?

The player area of Qingcheng No. 4 Middle School is not as relaxed as the audience, they only have one idea - they have only seen one person who can reprimand Zhang Chaoyang like this, that is, Coach Jike of the attached middle school, Wang Yu is the second.

This means that they have known each other before.

Sure enough, the strong and the strong are friends.

In the past two years, they have never seen Zhang Chaoyang mingle with anyone in the high school league, let alone not play the game when he is willing to die on his face, but endure the embarrassment of being trained and disliked by others, and come to watch other people's games.

This is too uncognizable......

A generation of high school football kings was so fierce that they didn't dare to speak by a child with a baby face.

Wang Lizhong watched silently from the sidelines, and did not interfere in this "unexpected situation", although this accident was actually caused by him.

"Ah Yu ......" Li Qi, who was sitting on the side, was also frightened by Wang Yu's sudden outburst, and when he realized that everyone was watching them, he couldn't help but shout.

Zhang Chaoyang didn't care about other people's eyes, he obediently zipped his mouth, moved his position in the direction of Wang Lizhong by the way, and motioned for Wang Yu to sit down quickly.

The strange gazes of the people around him are indeed not something that everyone can bear, and the cheers and boos can be heard, and it is quite difficult to endure this strange gaze.

Wang Yu's reaction, Zhang Chaoyang's reaction, also heard Li Qi's voice, and after regaining his senses, he felt that he was a little too excited just now.

After sitting down, Wang Yu did not forget to apologize to Zhang Chaoyang in a whisper: "I'm sorry, I just ......"

Wang Yu was still speaking, and Zhang Chaoyang next to him had already put his arm on Wang Yu's shoulder: "Mom...... Scared the hell out of ......"

"Brother, have you always been so bad-tempered?"

"I ......" Wang Yu was a little ashamed, "I just want to play." ”

"Whew! What a big deal! Zhang Chaoyang looked relieved, "Let me tell you, there is no need to contradict the coach because of this kind of thing." ”

"You still have endless balls in your life, you can't play this game and the next game, in short, you can't go up and you have to listen to the coach in the end."

"A good coach will coordinate the overall situation, and this time to let you rest, it may also be for the sake of the team, and the end of the game will let you go, not to make you happy, it is also for the sake of the team."

"What's in it for the team if I don't play?" Wang Yu asked rhetorically.

"Then I don't know, after all, if you approve of your coach, then you don't play with children's tempers."

"......" Wang Yu, who wanted to refute, was blocked by Zhang Chaoyang, who spoke softly and slowly, for a while.

Who are the little ones? You're the kid! Your whole family is a little kid!

He wanted to go back, but suddenly he seemed to realize something.

Am I playing with a child's temper?

Is it because my coach is my own dad that I let myself "play with my temper" like this?

When the question is asked, there is already an answer.

"It's okay."

Wang Lizhong, who had not spoken, suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence of the two.

"Huh?" Wang Yu turned his head to look at his father suspiciously.

"I said, you just trust me, so it doesn't matter."

Wang Lizhong remained serious when he said this, and did not put a smile on his lips as usual, which made his words more credible in Wang Yu's ears.

"Son, do you believe me?" Wang Lizhong suddenly asked, "I mean, it's not that I believe that my father doesn't care about your 'coquettish' human nature, but that I believe that my coach can lead you to win the championship, that kind of belief." ”

This was a bit of a twist, but Wang Yu understood the deep meaning.

His mind suddenly flashed to the big wooden box in his study that he had forgotten to lock, as if he had seen the honors, photos, and some certificates and certificates inside.

After a moment of silence, Wang Yu completely calmed down and replied very seriously: "I believe in you." ”

Zhang Chaoyang on the side also instantly got the important information in Wang Lizhong's words-

"Son?" He looked at Wang Lizhong, who was in a wheelchair, and turned his head to look at Wang Yu on the other side.

"Don't tell me that you are Wang Lizhong's son!"

"yes." Wang Yu looked at Zhang Chaoyang, whose head was dangling into a rattle, with an idiot on his face.

Wang Lizhong, on the other side, put on a playful smile again and held Zhang Chaoyang's shoulder, which was constantly shaking with his head.

"Son, listen to Daddy, call Daddy to listen!"

"Dry ...... Father? ”