Learning Demon Cultivation System

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Xu Mengxi couldn't help but tugged at Qiao Bixia: "Why did you become your son?"

"Hey, it's easy to say, don't worry about it." Qiao Bixia cleared her throat and continued.

"When Li Zheng was around, he was able to attack and defend, and he could even fight with the eighteen princes."

"However, no one can stand up to the opponent's wheel-to-wheel battle."

"This Hulao pass, I'm afraid it will be abandoned."

"In this situation, if Class Four wants to win, only a coach from heaven, Zhuge Liang, can have a chance."

Qiao Bixia sighed.

"Bixia, Bixia!" Tang Zhifei quickly shook her huge body, "You are so powerful, can you help me with the command and arrangement?"

Qiao Bixia waved her hands in a panic and said, "Teacher Tang, I'm just...a lover. I can feel that the scene is wrong, but I can't tell what's wrong."

"You." Li Zheng turned around suddenly, "If I can tell you the essence of the tactics, can you help out on the sidelines in the second half?"

Chapter 67 I Can Fight Anything!

Seeing Li Zheng's deep look, Qiao Bixia said disdainfully, "Oh! You, Lu Bu, are still comparing IQ with mine?"

Xu Mengxi was very anxious, shaking Qiao Bixia and saying, "Okay, sister Xia... just help me..."

"Of course everyone could hear me when I shouted to arrange tactics." Qiao Bixia glanced at Li Zheng and laughed, "I'm afraid this kid can't arrange any tactics."

"I'll give it a try." Li Zheng took a deep breath and stared at the court.

5 game coins are thrown out immediately.

ding ding.

Officially acquired the [Reading Competition] skill.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes widened.

The first message is particularly clear——

Jiang Qinghua is a cancer.

It's not about how bad he is, it's about how he plays.

Always rushing for the ball in the whole court, causing others to worry about gains and losses, always thinking of giving the ball to him to shirk responsibility.

Every time he attacks, other people's attention is on him, so it's hard to be motivated.

This leads to an unbearable offensive rhythm, with everyone running around in a daze, wasting energy.

Last year, there was no such ooze monster to haunt. With luck, we could only lose by three points.

Now I'm afraid I'm going to be bloodbathed.

When Li Zheng was on the court, relying on his professional instincts, he was able to defend actively.

The other players also have space to get out of the ball and can barely attack.

It's just a mess now, it's not as good as playing ball after school as usual.

Once the offensive rhythm is lost, the defense cannot have rhythm.

This was also the reason that caused Li Zheng's physical exhaustion.

When he was on the scene, he was exhausted and took over all the tasks, and eventually his physical strength was exhausted prematurely.

All in all, the key to everything lies in the word "rhythm".

Only by regaining the rhythm can victory be possible.

Li Zheng watched in silence for 5 minutes.

I saw the score at 11:20.

in a hurry.

But I have made up my mind.

Then he turned around and called Qiao Bixia, and whispered something in her ear.

"Can this be done?" Qiao Bixia asked in surprise.

"It's allowed in the rules." Li Zheng nodded.

"This...isn't that good..." Qiao Bixia hesitated.

"Help me out, I will be obliged to do whatever happens to Miss Xia from now on."

"Then it's okay for me to call you 'my son'?"

"That's your business, anyway, I won't agree."

"Okay." Qiao Bixia narrowed her eyes, "I'll help with this. I don't care about winning or losing, just try my best."

"Just try your best." Li Zheng said to Zhang Xiaoke, "Go find a tactical whiteboard and watercolor pens."

"???"

"quick."

"..." Zhang Xiaoke stomped his feet angrily, pouted, and ran away full of humiliation.

Why does this shit call me.

I am... so what?

The whistle blew and halftime ended.

14: 23.

After Li Zheng left the field, Jiang Qinghua finally scored 3 points with all his might, and Liu Xin scored [-] points inside.

The team members sat on the ground one by one, panting for breath and drinking water, and were too tired to speak a word.

Jiang Qinghua was lying down.

He felt like he had run a marathon.

Still ran down with a big nose running all the way.

Li Zheng seized the time, walked up to Jiang Qinghua, leaned over and stretched out his right hand: "Qinghua, I have no problem with your command, but if you want to win, from now on, can you give the command to me and Sister Xia?"

Panting heavily, Jiang Qinghua pulled Li Zheng's arm and forced himself up.

He stared at Li Zheng with mixed feelings.

Then, he grinned wryly: "The limelight... made you out again..."

"..."

"It doesn't matter, we'll settle the score later." Jiang Qinghua spat, and beat Li Zheng's chest hard, "The class is the first, as long as I can win, I can fight whatever I want!"

Li Zheng didn't expect Jiang Qinghua to hand over the command so easily.

He quickly recruited the players into a circle.

Zhang Xiaoke also just ran back with the small whiteboard in his arms: "The laboratory...found it...isn't it stealing..."

"It doesn't count, I'll give you the top if you pour out the stimulant." Tang Zhifei was already extremely anxious, so he took it and handed it to Li Zheng, "Hurry up."

"Yeah." Li Zheng began to paint on the board.

"When serving the ball and turning from defense to offense, the first thing is not to get the ball out."

"Yes."

"Look at everyone's position."

"These two positions, no doubt, play fast break."

"Except for one or two fast-break players, the rest recover their strength on the spot."

"These three positions are advancing battles."

"Give the ball to Chen Sen, and the others press it in an orderly manner."

"Besides, this situation is a one-man show."

"Give me or Jiang Qinghua the ball, and the others will build up their strength."

"Physical strength is the support of all tactics, and planning physical strength is the core of our second half of the game."

"In order to achieve this goal, we need to use rhythm changes to consume the opponent's physical strength as much as possible."

"I'm going to fight like hell to get back into the rhythm."

"For the rest, listen to Qiao Bixia's temporary command on the sidelines."

"Finally." Li Zheng looked at Jiang Qinghua, "Your running is very useful, run where there are many people."

"Yes." Jiang Qinghua wiped his sweat and sighed, "It's just that I can't help you too much...instead, it's more like a burden..."

The more he spoke, the more bitter he became, and his fists became heavy: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm really..."

Speaking of this, the eye sockets became wet and red.

Damn, it took so long.

Not reconciled.

"No, you are the biggest contributor." Li Zheng patted Jiang Qinghua's shoulder vigorously.

"Ah." Jiang Qinghua was taken aback, a little moved.

"After all, I can only play if you attract firepower."

"..." Jiang Qinghua suddenly felt miserable.

"In the second half, you must not slow down. You must keep running with the goal of getting rid of the cropped man and prove your worth." Li Zheng said sincerely, "Only in this way, he will not come to stare at me."

"..." Jiang Qinghua really wanted to cry this time.

"That's right." Li Zheng gave another small look, "If possible, try to make a foul."

……

The intermission here is not over yet, and the game on the side field is over.

There were no fouls and no delays throughout.

Coupled with the disparity in the score, there is really nothing to fight.

As a result, more people flocked to the duel between Class [-] and Class [-].

Halftime score, 14:23.

This is a little more interesting.

……

After 10 minutes, the intermission ended.

Li Zheng took a deep breath.