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

When Li Jiahao returned to the rest area, his teammates rushed over and offered him words of comfort.

"It's alright, Jiahao, stay calm, they can catch up from behind."

"Yes, no rush."

The coach also rushed over and patiently gave instructions.

"Jiahao, stay calm. His height is both an advantage and a disadvantage. Try to kill him below the waist or use a net jump shot. You can also try to use feints to trick him; he won't be able to react in time..."

Li Jiahao nodded seriously, and after a short rest, he returned to the field.

As the match begins, the ball is served.

Feng Zhiqiang gradually realized that his opponent had changed their playing style.

"Aiming downwards, huh? A lob... They really think I'm too tall to react in time."

"Too bad, it's no use."

Lu Qian sat on the coach's bench, a smile playing on his lips.

As a coach, when are you happiest?

Score? Win?

These are indeed very gratifying, but the most gratifying and satisfying thing is that the opponent thinks they have grasped the weaknesses of their own players and launched an attack, but in fact these weaknesses have already been prevented in advance.

Everything is being calculated!

That feeling of being in complete control is the best!

Feng Zhiqiang's height is both an advantage and a disadvantage compared to that of a typical badminton player.

Poor defense at the bottom, unstable center of gravity, slow transitions...

Therefore, Lu Qian had already begun to specifically train Feng Zhiqiang.

Wall squats, single-leg deadlifts, low center of gravity cross steps, multi-ball rapid rotations, etc.

These shortcomings cannot be completely avoided, but they can be minimized to the greatest extent possible, and then compensated for with strengths.

I won't give you the chance to attack my weaknesses.

What are you doing to me?

On the field.

After seeing through the opponent's strategy at a glance, Feng Zhiqiang received the ball, countered, and continued to control the rhythm of the entire game.

You want to play this lane?

No!

I won't allow it!

Li Jiahao, all your shot lines are under my control!

14 minutes 18 seconds.

Feng Zhiqiang went to the net, feinted a drop shot, and actually hooked the ball diagonally. Li Jiahao was fooled and lost a point.

16 minutes 02 seconds.

Feng Zhiqiang hit a short ball, Li Jiahao returned it smoothly, Feng Zhiqiang flicked it close to the net, Li Jiahao could only flick it upwards, Feng Zhiqiang then jumped and smashed! Li Jiahao lost the point.

17 minutes 47 seconds.

Feng Zhiqiang hit the same spot repeatedly, then changed his shot in an instant. After several rounds of this, Li Jiahao couldn't catch the ball in time and lost another point.

Points lost, points lost, points lost...

……

"Match over!" the referee announced loudly. "Second match, Yucai High School, Feng Zhiqiang wins, 21:5!"

Feng Zhiqiang calmly returned to the rest area and wiped his sweat with a towel.

"Wow, Daqiang, you're so great! My Daqiang, my Daqiang!"

"Their performance became unstable later on; they didn't play as well as they did before."

"Yeah, I don't know why."

Lu Qian and Coach Hong also came over. Lu Qian said, "It's because the opponent is too focused on Daqiang's weaknesses. They always try to target those weaknesses, which can easily affect their performance and show a lack of match experience."

Coach Hong nodded in agreement, "Yes, they panicked as soon as they fell behind, but Daqiang's strength is indeed far superior to their opponents, and he controlled the rhythm of the whole game."

Feng Zhiqiang smiled shyly, "Teacher Lu and the coach are still the best teachers."

He always remembered what Teacher Lu said.

Daqiang, this is just your starting point. You can be proud, but don't be too proud!

"Alright, continue resting. The women's singles will be ready soon," Coach Hong said.

Feng Zhiqiang sat back down on the stool and looked towards the No. 4 Middle School rest area. Jiahao wasn't looking at him.

The rest area of ​​No. 4 Middle School.

Li Jiahao looked dejected.

"Why are you bowing your head? Don't bow your head, raise it." The opposing coach spoke gently, "Your opponent is very strong, isn't he?"

Li Jiahao nodded slowly, "Very impressive, I can't control the ball."

"Remember this feeling of being defeated, and turn it into motivation. You're Jiahao, you can't be discouraged by just one game, can you?" This coach rarely makes jokes.

He was also worried because Li Jiahao was the strongest player on their team and had performed very well during his school years. Before coming here, he thought the championship was a sure thing, but they encountered such a strong player in the group stage.

Indeed, we should not underestimate other schools.

Li Jiahao suddenly looked up, "That's right! I, Jiahao, will definitely make a comeback! You just wait and see!"

Feng Zhiqiang sneezed for no apparent reason.

After the break, the match continued.

The fact that No. 4 Middle School could win the runner-up title shows that they are quite strong.

The women's singles match was evenly matched, but Yu-Tsai ultimately won, once again waiving the third game in the mixed doubles.

This also relieved the Fourth Middle School.

It seems that Yucai only has this one freak, thank goodness.

First place is hard to get, so we can only get second place in the group.

Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing for the runner-up last time to not even make it past the group stage this time.

After the two matches in the morning, Feng Zhiqiang and others sat in the rest area, watching the other players.

……

The school bell rang at Yucai High School.

Shao Mingrui walked briskly into Class 25, greeting everyone with a smile, "Hey, long time no see, classmates."

"Hello, Teacher Shao," the students responded.

"Your teacher Lu asked me to substitute for you. Come on, let's get right to class." Shao Mingrui never greeted the students with "Good morning/good morning" or "Good morning/good morning," he would start teaching as soon as the bell rang.

As I continued talking, a sense of familiarity arose.

The people above are speaking, and the people below are responding.

Shao Mingrui got more and more into his lecture, spouting spittle as he spoke, displaying a variety of alluring poses on the stage.

Twisting hips, leaning forward, one hand on hip, pointing behind the back, mouth wide open...

Finally, after finishing a small knowledge point in the middle, Shao Mingrui began to ask the students questions.

The students in the audience eagerly answered the questions, providing perfect solutions.

Shao Mingrui took a deep breath. This is what class should be like!

The nurturing system is so enjoyable!

Let's continue with the lesson!

……

The badminton matches at the provincial experimental school have also ended this morning.

It's lunchtime now.

The stadium gradually became noisy.

Coach Hong stretched and said, "Oh, finally I can speak. I have to be mute for a while before every match. Let's go, Coach Lu, lunch is all ordered."

"it is good."

Lu Qian responded and walked towards the players' rest area.

I turned on my phone on the way. Badminton matches are quite strict; you either have to mute it or turn it off. You absolutely cannot make any sound.

"Eh?"

When Lu Qian turned on his phone, he was taken aback to find three missed calls from the same number that had come during the morning's match.

Each call was spaced about forty minutes apart.

Lu Qian thought for a moment, but couldn't remember where he had seen this phone number before.

"Who is this?"

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