Chapter 192

"...I also remember to come back early, don't miss your husband's Cuju training."

"No!" Tong Guan rolled his eyes invisibly. It seems that our highness licked Mr. Wushan like this. Let this highness be happy. Let us not be too upset.

Gao Qiu looked at Zhao Ji, who was heading towards Lingyun Club with a proud look on his face, shook his head helplessly, and quickly followed Zhao Ji's footsteps.

Everyone arrived at the end of noon, and even the girl Li Qingzhao arrived. Well, she claimed that she was bored and came to appreciate the training of her two brothers.

Anyway, a little girl movie is not the successor of Tai Chi Master, so she doesn’t have to go on the field to guard the goal. Just watch it if you like it.

Wang Yang first asked Boss Ling to organize a group of people, and then held a simulated competition with this mob, a tyrant, a powerful official, a treacherous minister, and a hooligan.

We have to admit that although these guys are all targets of being scolded and despised in the political arena, they are all rare good players in the Cuju arena.

Or to put it more correctly, this guy is just a bunch of people playing street football, and his work is smoother than anyone else, but when it comes to cooperation, it is even worse than the three-year-old baby. Both of them regard themselves as world superstars and are unwilling to pass the ball.

Looking at these guys, they looked like a bunch of fools. When others took the ball, they didn't know how to run without the ball except standing in place. The guy who got the ball would imagine that he was the king of football, Pele, or Maradona possessed, and wanted to take the ball from one end of the court to the other end and score the goal.

Although Boss Ling and several disciples knew how to cooperate, he finally understood that these Cuju masters who didn't know how to cooperate were the protagonists on the court. Each of them could only grit their teeth and pass the ball to these people. Then they saw them running wildly while chasing the ball, and then they were intercepted by their opponents, and then passed it calmly and shot.

Even if the lineup they were queuing was only considered the second tier of Lingyun Club, and his shooting skills were really not good, he still scored three goals in just a quarter of an hour.

And these Cuju masters who were full of fighting spirit at the beginning, as pretentious as a smug little rooster, were already covered in dust and dejected in the face of the reality of the three balls.

However, Wang Yang kept drawing white papers on a wooden board, changing one after another, changing another in a quarter of an hour, Wang Daguanren drew more than ten pieces.

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Li Qingzhao couldn't help but come to her, but after taking a look, she was stunned. What the hell are these painted by this master of Chinese painting? They are all white and black, and then there are a bunch of messy and meaningless lines.

Could it be that Master Wang has reached the peak because of his painting skills and feels that he needs a breakthrough, so he decided to draw the Beast or the Abstract School?

Just when Li Xiaozi was confused, Wang Yang threw away the brush in his hand and stood up, inserted his hand into his mouth, and blew a sharp whistle. After seeing everyone's eyes coming, Wang Yang quickly announced the end of the game.

"Wrestle the wind and whistle, either a hooligan or a robber..." A crisp, sweet and moist voice next to him suddenly rang out. Wang Daguanren's feet softened and almost staggered and fell to bite the mud.

"Hey, I'm talking to the girl of the Li family, can you speak well? I didn't offend you today." Uncle Wang said at the girl's movie with a dark face.

"This is what my mother said, and my father said so too. I am just reminding Brother Wang that you can easily be misunderstood by others if you do this..."

Looking at the pretty face that was so pure and beautiful, and the cute and clear red phoenix eyes that were as clear as a stream, Wang Yang could only shake his head helplessly, "Okay, why do you always feel like a scholar meets a soldier when he meets this girl, and it's hard to explain it."

At this time, the ticket lost, and the spirit was like a chicken that was hit by the avian flu. The Cuju masters had already come close to each other, and Wang Yang showed a bright smile. "I guess you all played very unhappy just now, because each of you has the strength far above your opponent, but it is normal to be unhappy if you kick such a result."

Everyone heard Wang Yang's speech, and his frustrated expression finally looked a little better. They looked at Wang Yang with a gaze, hoping that this guy would give him some more incentives and encouragement to make everyone feel excited.

"Actually, the reason for this is very simple. Please look at the big screen... Ahem, you heard it wrong. I asked you to see the drawing board beside me. What did you see when you see this first picture?"

"The black dots and white dots and a bunch of meaningless lines..." Li Qingzhao, who had been observing and studying Wang Yang's paintings for a long time, gave his own conclusion first.

Old driver Wang couldn't help but get a stutter. Is this stinky girl going to take revenge on her past revenge for calling her a rabbit girl?

"Yes, a bunch of black and white dots. Could it be that Mr. draws these, which is related to our previous failure?" Zhao Ji looked at the thing that could not even be called the ghost painting talisman, thinking that Mr. did he make the failure of himself and others confused?

"Of course, it has something to do with the victory and loss between you and your opponent. The black dot represents your ground hands, and the white dot is the twelve of you..." Wang Yang nodded with satisfaction, worthy of being his own fan, at least he is well-proportioned.

"You see, this white dot represents Tong Guan, who is standing in the frontcourt position. At the beginning of his movement range, he either faces forward or backward, almost pulling to both sides. Beside him is Li Hui, and here is you..."

"You two often move closer to the middle with interesting interest, but you are not going to meet Tong Guan, who is in the center position, but want to get the ball, break through by yourself, and then shoot the goal. I'm right?"

Wang Yang pulled out white papers covered with lines and black and white dots, and one by one, one by one, commented one by one. Coach Wang was very insightful about the opponent's sports on the court.

These Cuju masters who were originally very frustrated by being swallowed three balls before were all energetic at this time. They also listened carefully to Wang Yang's analysis and guidance with a shocking and convincing mood.

One word: awesome, two words: awesome, three words... Okay, no, in short, these guys were soon deeply impressed by Wang Yang's piece of paper full of black and white dots and lines.

No one expected that Wang Yang would use such a striking and intuitive way to tell them the strengths and weaknesses of each of them, how to run, how to cooperate, how to pass the ball, etc. He was so dazzling that he could only hear this ticket, but the Cuju masters who did not know how to cooperate in a competitive manner were shining.
Chapter completed!