Qiao Bixia saw Li Zheng's profound look and said disdainfully: "Ha! You, Lu Bu, still compare my IQ with me?"

Xu Mengxi was so anxious that she shook Qiao Bixia and said, "Okay, Sister Xia... just help me..."

"Of course everyone can hear me yelling to arrange tactics." Qiao Bixia glanced at Li Zheng and said with a smile, "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 obtained the [Reading Competition] skill.

Then, his eyes widened.

The first message is particularly clear

Jiang Qinghua is a cancer.

It's not that he's bad, it's just his style of play.

He always runs all over the field to get the ball, causing everyone else to worry about gains and losses, always trying to pass the ball to him to shirk responsibility.

Every time he attacks, everyone else's attention is also on him, making it difficult to be motivated.

This makes the offensive rhythm extremely uncomfortable, with everyone running around in a daze and wasting energy.

Last year we didn't have this ooze monster around us, so we were lucky and only lost three points.

Now I am afraid that I will be washed with blood.

When Li Zheng is on the court, he can also actively defend with his professional instincts.

Other players also have space to play the ball and can forcefully attack.

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

Once the offensive rhythm is lost, it is impossible to maintain a defensive rhythm.

This was exactly what caused Li Zheng's physical exhaustion.

During the time he was there, 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 just watched in silence for five minutes.

Saw the score at 11:20.

in a hurry.

But I have made up my mind.

He then turned around and called Qiao Bixia and explained something in her ear.

"Is this possible?" Qiao Bixia asked in surprise.

"It's allowed according to the rules." Li Zheng nodded.

"This... is not good..." Qiao Bixia hesitated.

"Help me, if anything happens to Sister Xia in the future, I will be obliged to do so."

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

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

"Okay." Qiao Bixia narrowed her eyes: "I'll help you with this. I don't care about the outcome, I just try my best."

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

"???"

"quick."

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

Why do you have to do this to me?

I am...what is that?

The whistle sounded and halftime was over.

14:23.

After Li Zheng came off the court, Jiang Qinghua finally fought hard and scored 3 points, and Liu Xin picked up two points inside.

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

Jiang Qinghua was lying down.

He felt like he had run a marathon.

I still ran down with a big snot from my nose the whole time.

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

Jiang Qinghua gasped and pulled Li Zheng's arm to forcefully stand up.

He stared at Li Zheng with mixed feelings.

Then, with a wry smile: "The limelight... has made you even more famous..."

"..."

"It doesn't matter, we'll settle the score later." Jiang Qinghua spat and punched Li Zheng's chest, "The class comes first. As long as we can win, I can fight no matter what!"

Li Zheng did not expect Jiang Qinghua to hand over command so easily.

He quickly gathered his team members into a circle.

Zhang Xiaoke just happened to run back with the small whiteboard in his arms: "I found it in the laboratory... This doesn't count as stealing..."

"No, it doesn't matter, I'll cover it for you if you cash out the stimulants." Tang Zhifei was already very anxious, so he took it and handed it to Li Zheng, "Hurry up."

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

"When serving, and when switching from defense to offense, the first thing is not to release the ball."

"Yes."

"Look at everyone's position."

"These two positions, without a doubt, are used for fast breaks."

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

"These three positions are the battle of advancement."

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

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

"Give the ball to me or Jiang Qinghua, 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 game in the second half."

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

"I will try my best to regain the rhythm."

"The rest, listen to Qiao Bixia's temporary command from the sidelines."

"Finally." Li Zheng looked at Jiang Qinghua, "Your running is very useful. Run to places with many people."

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

The more he spoke, the angrier he became, and his fists clenched heavily: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm really..."

When he said this, his eyes became wet and red.

Damn, I worked hard for so long.

Not willing to give in.

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

"Ah." Jiang Qinghua was stunned and a little moved.

"After all, I can only use you to attract firepower."

"..." Jiang Qinghua suddenly felt so miserable.

"In the second half, you must not slow down. You must keep running with the goal of getting rid of the short-haired 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 cause a foul."

…

The halftime break here hasn't ended yet, and the game on the side court has finished.
To be continued...