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Chapter 194 This smelly girl must be taking revenge on herself (subscription for the fifth watch)

Chapter 192

"...Also remember to come back early, don't miss my husband's Cuju training."

"No!" Tong Guan rolled his eyes secretly, yes, it seems that our highness kneels and licks that Mr. Wu Shan so much, well, let this highness be happy, let's not get into trouble.

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

Everyone arrived at the end of noon, even that girl Li Qingzhao arrived, well, she claimed that she came to watch the training of the two brothers because she was bored.

Anyway, a little girl's movie is not the successor of the Tai Chi master, so she doesn't need to be on the stage to guard the goal, just watch it if you like.

Wang Yang first asked Boss Ling to organize a group of people, and then had a simulated match with this mob composed of faint kings, powerful eunuchs, treacherous ministers, and local hooligans.

I have to admit that although these guys are in the political arena, they are all objects of resentment and contempt.However, they are all rare masters in the Cuju arena.

Or to put it more correctly, these guys are just a bunch of street football players, and they play smoother than anyone else, but when it comes to cooperation, they are not even as good as a three-year-old doll. As if he was a world superstar, he was unwilling to pass the ball.

Looking at these guys, they look like a bunch of idiots. When others get the ball, they hardly know how to run without the ball, except for standing in the same place stupidly. I would imagine myself as the king of the ball, Pele, or Maradona, wishing that I could take the ball from one end of the field to the other and score a goal.

Boss Ling and a few other disciples know how to cooperate, but he finally understands that these Cuju masters who don't know how to cooperate are the protagonists on the field. Each of them can only pass the ball to these people with gritted teeth, and then he sees them chasing The ball ran wildly for a while, and then passed it calmly after being intercepted by the opponent, and then shot.

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

And these Cuju masters who were full of fighting spirit at the beginning and acted like a smug little rooster were already disheartened and dejected in the face of the reality of three balls.

But Wang Yang kept drawing on a piece of white paper on a wooden board for a moment, changing one after another, changing another one after a while, within a quarter of an hour, Mr. Wang was full of I drew a dozen or so pictures.

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Li Qingzhao couldn't help but leaned in front of him, but after taking a second look, he was immediately confused. What the hell is this master of Chinese painting painting?It's all white and black dots, and then a bunch of random, meaningless lines.

Could it be that Master Wang has already reached the peak of his painting skills and felt that he needed a breakthrough, so he decided to paint Fauvism or Abstractionism?
Just when Miss Li was bewildered, Wang Yang threw away the brush in his hand and got up, put his finger in his mouth, and blew a sharp whistle.After seeing everyone's attention, Wang Yang hurriedly announced the end of the game.

"Whistle blowing, it's either a hooligan or a robber..." A crisp and sweet voice suddenly sounded next to him, and Wang Daguan's feet were soft, and he almost staggered and fell into the mud.

"Hey, sister of the Li family, can you speak well? I didn't offend you today." Uncle Wang stared at the girl with a dark face and said.

"My mother said this, and my father also said the same. I am just reminding Brother Wang that you can easily be misunderstood by others..."

Looking at that pretty face that is so pure that it is outrageous, and that pair of phoenix eyes that are cute and clear like a clear stream, Wang Yang can only shake his head helplessly, okay, why did he meet this girl? , There is always a feeling that a scholar meets a soldier, and the reason is unclear.

At this time, the ticket lost the ball, and the Cuju masters had come to the front, as energetic as chickens suffering from bird flu, and Wang Yang showed a bright smile. "Presumably, you all played very unhappy just now, because the strength of each of you is far above your opponents, but it is normal to be unhappy with such a result."

Everyone heard Wang Yang speak, and their depressed expressions finally looked better.He looked at Wang Yang eagerly, hoping that this guy would give some more motivation and encouragement to make everyone happy.

"Actually, the reason for this is very simple. Please look at the big screen... Ahem, you heard it wrong. I want you to look at the drawing board next to me. When you see the first picture, you have seen it. What?"

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

Old Driver Wang couldn't help but get a headache. Is this stinky girl planning to retaliate against the old feud that he used to call her Rabbit Girl?
"Yes, that's right, a bunch of black dots and white dots. Could it be that Mr.'s drawing of these has something to do with our previous failure?" Zhao Ji looked at the thing that couldn't even be called a ghost drawing with a confused look on his face, wondering if Mr. let him Are you confused by the failure of yourself and others?
"Of course, it has something to do with the outcome between you and your opponent. The black dots represent your opponents, and the white dots represent the twelve of you..." Wang Yang nodded in satisfaction, as he deserved. I'm a die-hard fan, at least this is a good fit.

"Look, this white dot represents Tong Guan standing in the frontcourt. In the initial range of movement, he can either move forward or backward, almost pulling to both sides. Next to him is Li Hey, and this is you..."

"You two often approach the middle interestingly, but you are not going to meet Tong Guan who is in the center position, but want to get the ball, then break through by yourself, and then shoot the goal, am I right?"

Wang Yang took out sheets of white paper full of lines and black and white dots, and commented on each of the Cuju masters one by one. Coach Wang could be said to have a clear understanding of the opponent's movements on the court.

These Cuju masters who were very frustrated after being swallowed three balls in a row before all came to their spirits at this time.What's more, he listened carefully to Wang Yang's analysis and advice with a shocking and convincing mood.

One word: cow, two words: awesome, three words... well, no water, in short, these guys were quickly impressed by Wang Yang's pile of paper full of black and white dots and lines. Admire.

No one expected that Wang Yang would use such an eye-catching and intuitive way to tell them the strengths and weaknesses of each of them, as well as how to move, how to cooperate, and how to pass the ball with each other. A ticket of flower work is dazzling, but the eyes of the Cuju masters who don't know how to cooperate with each other shine brightly.

One and two have focused expressions, like a group of good dolls in the top class of kindergarten, not even a disobedient child who picks their nose and ears.

(End of this chapter)