The intern taught a top-performing class, and the parents wanted to change the homeroom teacher.

Basketball court.

Lu Qian crossed his arms and watched the training match on the court.

Feng Zhiqiang is the tallest and stands out among the players. His positioning, passing, and receiving are all very standard, and his judgment of the situation at crucial moments is also excellent.

Lu Qian nodded secretly; Feng Zhiqiang had put in a lot of hard work.

Each time, he would conduct various specialized training sessions for Feng Zhiqiang, and after the sessions, he would leave behind different training programs and specify the number of training sessions.

He couldn't keep an eye on Feng Zhiqiang's training all the time.

That's impossible.

Even in high school, he could only keep an eye on Feng Zhiqiang for less than two years. In the future, in college and even higher competitions, he would need to rely on Feng Zhiqiang's self-discipline.

If Feng Zhiqiang had slacked off in training, he wouldn't have improved so quickly.

Only those who work hard deserve to talk about pursuing their dreams.

If you don't work hard and are not self-disciplined on the path of sports, you might as well go study; at least in studying, you have a teacher to supervise you.

After the midterm exams, Feng Zhiqiang's grades improved significantly, which gave him more confidence in persuading his parents.

On the field.

Feng Zhiqiang dribbled steadily, and the opponent tried to steal the ball several times, but each time he was just a little short.

Others quickly moved sideways to intercept, but were always half a step slower.

Suddenly, Feng Zhiqiang stopped abruptly, stepped back, bent his knees and jumped, flicked his wrist, and the basketball went into the basket with precision.

The man who had just tried to steal the ball was leaning on his knee, panting heavily as he looked at the basket.

"I'm impressed, we almost snatched it."

"Several times!"

Another person came up to him, glancing at the sidelines, and said, "The coach's eyes are practically killing you! Good luck."

The person who was complaining glanced at Hong Qiao, who was expressionless outside the arena, and immediately shuddered. He hurriedly got up and ran back to his position, hoping that he could perform well next time.

After scoring, Feng Zhiqiang jogged back to his own field, his expression calm and focused solely on the game.

He found himself in unusually good condition today, with a significant increase in stamina. Normally he would be panting heavily at this time, but now he was only slightly out of breath, and his muscles weren't sore. Could it be that he had broken through his limits?

Teacher Lu's training is really effective!

Practice more after finishing!

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The training and competition ended shortly afterward.

Panting, Feng Zhiqiang jogged towards Lu Qian, followed by another student. The two of them called out "Teacher Lu" one after the other.

Lu Qian nodded and turned his gaze to the student next to him.

If he remembered correctly, this student's name was Ren Wenbiao, and he often trained with Feng Zhiqiang. The two cooperated very well in the match just now.

"You two played well in the match. It seems you've been training hard," Lu Qian praised.

Feng Zhiqiang chuckled, "I'll finish what Teacher Lu arranged, even if it gets dark!"

Ren Wenbiao scratched his head. He wasn't Lu Qian's student, and they hadn't even spoken before, so he seemed rather reserved.

"Thank you, Teacher Lu, for being willing to train me, and I also want to thank Daqiang for giving me a hand. I feel that I have made remarkable progress during this period," he said earnestly.

Lu Qian waved his hand, a faint smile still on his face. "No need to thank me. I never refuse eager students. I'm happy that you're willing to learn. You and Daqiang can team up, and practicing won't be boring."

Hearing this, Ren Wenbiao visibly relaxed a lot.

Feng Zhiqiang put his arm around his shoulder and joked, "I told you long ago, Teacher Lu is a very nice person, so you can rest assured now."

Then he turned to Lu Qian and said, "Teacher Lu, A Biao also worked hard. We cooperated very well on the field just now."

"I saw it all, not bad." Lu Qian nodded with a smile. "Let's go, let's go to Coach Hong's place together."

Before the three even got close, they could hear Hong Qiao scolding his team members.

"What are you doing? You made several mistakes just now. If you couldn't grab it, couldn't you have chased it a few more times? I told you to practice your basic skills properly, but you just don't!"

"Coach, I was so close, I just made a mistake," the man continued to argue.

Hong Qiao immediately became furious. "This is a training match! What if it were an official match? You almost lost a point! Do you think it's easy to catch up from a point? Why make a mistake you shouldn't have made!"

The person knew they had lost a lot of points, so they stopped talking.

Upon hearing this, Lu Qian silently shook his head.

In regular training, they're about the same, but when it comes to crucial moments, they're just a little short.

If you skip a few practice sessions a day, you'll gradually fall behind, and eventually that will manifest in competitions, leading to mistakes.

When physical talents are roughly equal, basketball games are essentially about who has a better foundation and who works harder behind the scenes.

This is the basis for why he was so strict with Feng Zhiqiang, requiring him to complete various projects.

It's not scary to be more talented than you; what's scary is that people who are more talented than you are still working hard!

Seeing that Lu Qian had arrived, Hong Qiao could no longer cause trouble.

Although there were mistakes, the overall performance was still good. But it is precisely because of this good performance that the mistakes that occurred are even more hateful!

"Teacher Lu, how was it? They played pretty well, didn't they?" Hong Qiao said with a smile.

"Very good, I can tell you've worked very hard." Lu Qian nodded, then said to the two people beside him, "Alright, you two go and rest, I'll talk to Coach Hong."

After the two left, Lu Qian asked again, "Coach Hong, the Nike High School Basketball League is about to start. Are you confident you can make it to the finals?"

The Chinese High School Basketball League (CHBL) is also known as the Chinese High School Basketball League.

The competition is divided into three stages: grassroots competition, regional competition, and national finals.

Lu Qian's plan was to have Feng Zhiqiang participate in this competition, directly qualify as a first-class athlete, and enter university.

With good academic performance, getting into Tsinghua or Peking University shouldn't be difficult.

Hong Qiao glanced at the players on the field and nodded slightly. "There's some hope, but not many can really secure first place. Da Qiang and Abiao have the best chance."

"However... how is Daqiang's family doing? He wants to participate in the Nike High School Basketball League, and his family can't disagree."

Lu Qian smiled slightly, "Don't worry, leave it to me. I'll talk to Daqiang in a bit."

After chatting for a while, Lu Qian came to Feng Zhiqiang's side.

"Daqiang, are your parents free this weekend?"

Feng Zhiqiang's face lit up with surprise. "Teacher Lu, you've finally come to my parents' rescue."

Lu Qian twitched the corner of his mouth. The logic was sound, but it just sounded so strange.

"Yes, I'll go and talk to them for you."

My parents are home on weekends.

Feng Zhiqiang finally felt relieved. Lu Qian had previously said he would visit his home to help him persuade his parents.

But there was no news for a long time, and now I've finally gone!

"Then I'll go on Saturday morning. You can wait for me at the entrance of the community then," Lu Qian said.

"OK!"

"Let's go, I'll play with you a little longer."

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