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When Tao Xihong was replaced to serve, it was the game point of this round.He held the ball and walked outside the end line, looking solemnly at the auditorium.

Xu Jiangtong sat on the bench in the rest area with one arm folded across his chest, and when he looked at him, he lowered his eyes slightly.

Zheng Ye is still in the back row, so he shouldn't be too impulsive, right?Xu Jiangtong clenched his sleeves worriedly.

Tao Xihong only glanced at him, then turned his gaze straight ahead, held up the ball with one hand, aimed at Zheng Ye's smug face, and gritted his teeth calmly.

Two seconds later, he moved his arm down a few centimeters, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When the serve whistle sounded, Tao Xihong threw the ball into the air without any hesitation, waved his arms, quickly ran up, jumped, and rushed to his familiar hitting point.

Almost as soon as the ball was released, the sound of landing was heard.The audience couldn't even see the path of the ball. Amidst the exclamation, the speed of the ball appeared on the big screen - 115 kilometers per hour.

This serve with the whole team's anger was like a heavy cannon, precisely brushing the airflow next to Zheng Ye's ear, and hitting the baseline.

The second game ended with Tao Xihong's ACE ball, and the score became a 1-1 tie.

Tao Xihong didn't celebrate with his teammates. While the opponent's players were still in a daze, he went to the net and shouted at their captain: "Tell Zheng Ye, I won't make him feel better in the next two games."

The most ruthless words were spoken in the calmest tone, and the referee stood in the middle and heard them clearly, so he couldn't play a card to warn him.

After Tao Xihong finished speaking, he vented his anger and glanced back, then turned and walked back to the rest area.

Xu Jiangtong was lowering his head and fiddling with the band-aid on his wrist, his brows were wrinkled, and he hesitated to do so.

Tao Xihong hurriedly held him down: "What's wrong?"

"The bandage is too tight and uncomfortable." Xu Jiangtong took a deep breath, but his expression didn't match his casual tone at all.

At that time Gao Xun called him to serve, Tao Xihong was so angry that he forgot to bandage him after cleaning the wound.Unexpectedly, the little beauty would foolishly remove a bandage and stick it on.

"..." Tao Xihong sighed repeatedly, stepped forward to hold his hand, "be patient."

Before Xu Jiangtong could react, he heard him tear off the bandage with a swipe: "The scratch area is so large, let's use gauze."

Zhang Cheng sat on the side and complained angrily: "The number 8 on the opposite side is too disgusting. The ball was obviously trying to hit Teacher Xu, and the referee didn't even give a yellow card."

The volleyball game stipulates that any part of the body can be used to catch the ball, that is to say, if the ball hits the opponent just right, it counts as a hit and can also score.

However, this kind of unsportsmanlike situation is basically an accident. In normal games, few people are so mad that they smash the ball at people's bodies.Zheng Ye did not attach insulting language after serving, so it was difficult to be called a foul.

If it weren't for his wife's presence, Tao Xihong would have wanted to throw a few balls on that bastard to relieve his anger.

Even Tan Xinkai, who was the youngest in the team and usually timid, gritted his teeth: "This kind of person is not worthy of participating in any competitive competition."

Xu Jiangtong knew that they were all angry about the ball, so he used this to boost morale and said: "The main attackers of University H are all short, and they have disadvantages in blocking. Find a way to directly break through the defense line during the first attack."

Zhang Cheng was still thinking about what Xu Jiangtong said when the last game was suspended: "How can we make the offensive line more varied?"

"Intuition." Xu Jiangtong threw out the word without thinking. Tao Xihong, who was helping him bandage, paused when he heard this, and other players also cast surprised glances.

Xu Jiangtong explained: "The intuition I'm talking about is not a matter of luck, but the experience accumulated over the years of training and competition. Whether it is a setter or an attacker, when the ball is flying towards him, he should know how to attack. maximize."

"Don't always be limited to your own status in the team, but also follow the instinctive reaction of the body at the moment of touching the ball. In the decisive game, some unexpected moves will often have miraculous effects. Trust your teammates, no matter what kind of ball, as long as it is in their hands It was a nice attack."

Speaking of which, he gave Zhang Cheng another meaningful look: "I always think that when an excellent setter is in the front row, the field should not be called a weak round."

This sentence is not only for Zhang Cheng, but also for him.If you hadn't experienced Xu Jiangtong's smooth and light passing, these high-spirited talks while standing up and talking without back pain would be a joke like wind in your ears.

But no one raised any objections, and everyone seemed to tolerate his inadvertent arrogance.

Tao Xihong finally understood why Xu Jiangtong said he was not suitable to be a coach.

He looked up at Xu Jiangtong's serious expression, and tied a bow at the end of the gauze.

Seeing this, Xu Jiangtong frowned: "It's so ugly."

"It matches you very well." Tao Xihong even clapped his hand deliberately.

After talking in a circle, without mentioning free people, Tan Xinkai asked curiously: "Teacher, what about me?"

"Before pursuing the first pass rate, first consider how to hold up every ball. You did a good job today." Xu Jiangtong did not forget to encourage him when he pointed out the problem, "Welcome to take my class next semester."

Tan Xinkai scratched his head in embarrassment.

Tao Xihong patted the little boy next to him: "Mr. Xiaojiang doesn't praise people easily."

After a brief break between games, the two sides continued to return to the court to compete.The captain gathered them together to cheer them on.

A team that enters the National League must have something special, but it is also impossible to do everything.In front of the central government, the height of the H large network port is the Achilles' heel.

Under the reminder of Xu Jiangtong, Zhang Cheng tried to pay attention to the state of his teammates and participated more actively in blocking.The three blocked the nets neatly like a city wall, blocking all the opponent's intensive attacks.

After getting better, Tao Xihong finally realized what Xu Jiangtong's so-called "intuition" is.At the moment of attack, when the attention is shifted from the ball to the net, how to maximize the benefits, whether to directly dunk or slash, or use fake moves to lob the ball or make the hitter go out of bounds, all respond subconsciously.

After the familiar moves were arranged and combined by the body's first reaction, they immediately became richer.Heavy artillery of varying lengths landed within H's bounds, and their defenders played around.

Halfway through the third game, Yangli had already taken a big lead, returning all the futility he suffered in the first game.

The offense was blocked frequently, and Tan Xinkai and others struggled to defend the ball that finally passed through the defense line. From the third game on, this team seemed to have changed a lineup, becoming both offensive and defensive, and watertight.

The words of the battle letter before the game were still in my ears, and Zheng Ye was a little bit embarrassed.

It was his serving round again, the score was 22-18, and it was almost the game point of Yangli.

Holding the ball in his hands, Zheng Ye took a deep breath and smashed it at the Libero in the back row as if venting his anger.

It was a 100-plus serve that flew over the net in less than three seconds.Tan Xinkai squatted in the backcourt, seeing the ball flying towards his face quickly, his sweat-soaked back suddenly felt cold.

But he can't hide.The dignity of a libero is to save every ball back into the field -- as long as the ball stays on the ground, he is a miracle worker.

But this ball is really scary.Tan Xinkai didn't have time to run, so he could only think of a way to minimize the damage, and then closed his eyes.

"Pa--" the ball hit his right shoulder, making a terrifying muffled sound.Tan Xinkai fell to the ground in response, and he was thrown off his back.

"Xiao Tan!" Seeing the scene in front of him, Zhang Cheng immediately rushed to his side.

"I, I'm fine, it doesn't hurt." Tan Xinkai hurriedly reported that he was safe, rubbed his shoulders dejectedly, and instead complained to himself, "Wow, I didn't connect well again."

"Damn, don't catch this kind of ball in the future, it's so fucking dirty!" Seeing that his teammates were almost injured, Zhang Cheng scolded him harder than Tao Xihong, turned around and rushed to the referee's seat.

Tao Xihong wiped off his sweat, not only did not stop him, but also walked to the net with him.

Seeing this, Gao Xun hurried up to stop them: "Xiao Zhang, calm down!"

Xu Jiangtong also sensed that the situation was wrong, and quickly signaled a timeout to the referee.

Gao Xun grabbed the two swearing-talking brothers and dragged them back to the rest area.

"Zheng Ye seems to be in a hurry." Xu Jiangtong did not participate in the persuasion, but pointed out another problem seriously, "When the front row players attack and block the net, they should stay a little farther away from the net."

"What do you mean?" Tao Xihong recalled the game three years ago, and suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

After understanding Zheng Ye's character, Xu Jiangtong specially observed the movements under his feet.It was found that when he spiked the ball, he ran very fast, and often landed on one foot, with his toes crossing the center line.

Because the FIVB stipulates that as long as the whole foot is not on the line, it is not considered a foul.However, landing with one foot puts a huge load on the player's knees and ankles, and it is easy to injure the opponent. Undoubtedly, it will kill one thousand enemies and damage eight hundred.

At first Zheng Ye was quite restrained, and he would consciously retract his feet before landing, but at the end of the third game, his toes frequently stepped on the line vertically, and his intention to hurt people became more and more obvious.

These small details could not escape Xu Jiangtong's eyes.

He wanted to help Tao Xihong eliminate all injury factors, but he was also afraid that his words would bring back bad memories for the little boy, so he dared not try his best to compete.

But losing is better than getting hurt.Tao Xihong's joints are already unstable, and the consequences of twisting it again will be disastrous.

After thinking about it again and again, he still expressed all his judgments.

Now the right to choose is in Tao Xihong's hands - it seems a bit cruel.

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Don't worry, there is another chapter tonight~

Zheng Ye, Zheng Ye, do you know that you offended two wife-protecting monsters?