Nba: Most Talented

"Come on, let me massage for you." Wang Shuo said attentively, and began to massage Dahui.

"How's your foot?" Dahui asked.

"Walking is no problem." Wang Shuo said.

"Anyway, you can't count on it." Dahui sighed, "Let me tell you, if there is another time, I will chop off your feet. If you were not injured, why would we fight so hard? ?”

"Yes, yes, it's my fault. Wang Shuo is like a child who has done something wrong, he can only admit it repeatedly.

"Forget it, I won't tell you, just give me a bottle of water."

Wang Shuo quickly turned around and got a bottle of water for him.

He also took a special look at Yang Xu, seeing that he was thinking about something with downcast eyes, and said to Dahui in a low voice, "Please, it's up to you in the second half, you must win against them."

Dahui turned her head and looked at him at 480, seemed to want to say something, but didn't say it, then nodded.

"Come on, let me beat your legs for you." Wang Shuo said.

Dahui stretched out her legs.

In order to win, Wang Shuo has worked hard enough, as long as he can do it, he will do it.

Seeing the players like this, Yang Xu has nothing to say, he can only encourage them secretly in his heart.

Of course he also hopes to win, well, then don't say anything, let them play freely.

Yang Xu thought so in his heart, and his whole body relaxed.

The second half started, and the players came on the field one after another, and it could be seen (bjae) that they were a little frustrated.

Wang Shuo also purposely chased them up, holding up his fists, telling them to come on.

Dahui turned her head and glanced at him, and by the way also looked at Yang Xu.

Yang Xu still had a calm face, saying that it made Dahui feel a little uncomfortable.

When Wang Shuo came back and sat down, he looked at Yang Xu.

Yang Xu is reflecting on himself, maybe he should give encouragement to the players instead of just saying that he should do his best.

Although that has always been his purpose, to let the players experience the joy of sports while playing, but winning or losing the game is really important to the players.

After the start of the second half, the opponent's players were very brave and scored goals one after another, which shocked Wang Shuo.

"What's going on?" Wang Shuo couldn't believe his eyes. At the end of the first half, he finally evened the score, and then it was opened again?

Wang Shuo couldn't sit still, what happened? He clearly asked everyone to win, why did he concede goals one after another?

He walked over and yelled, "Hey, come on [brace yourself up, will you?"

Hearing Wang Shuo's shout, Wang Huahua hurriedly said to the team members, "Let's cheer them on quickly, everyone should work harder, okay?"

Under her call, the cheerleaders, who had been frustrated by seeing consecutive losses, cheered up and started waving ribbons to cheer the players on.

"You see, everyone is cheering for you." Wang Shuo shouted.

He even wants to play by himself, although he also knows that it is impossible to play in his current situation.

Yang Xu also saw that something was wrong with the team members, they seemed to have lost their drive, like a discouraged tiger, no longer interested in its prey.

His heart sank, could it be that his words made the team members lose confidence?

God knows, he didn't mean it that way, but what could he say?

Even if you lose, you have to use your last ounce of strength to fight until the end. This is what he has always taught them. Have they all forgotten it?

"Hurry up and grab the ball." Wang Shuo shouted, wishing he could grab the ball for them. .