Nba: Most Talented

"Why restraint?" Wang Shuo said indifferently, "If you have strength, you have to let them see it, and you have to show it.

Yang Xu raised his eyebrows and said nothing more.

Scoring this three-pointer can be said to have lifted the atmosphere on the court. In the auditorium, there are not only fans and fans, but also people from other teams.

Inadvertently, Yang Xu saw the other manager, who was looking at Yang Xu with his narrowed eyes.

Although he was far away and couldn't see the expression in his eyes clearly, Yang Xu could imagine that it must be full of hostility.

Yang Xu didn't take it seriously, and turned his eyes away to look at the field.

"Coach, do you smell a resentment?" Wang Shuo said with a smile.

"Calm down." Yang Xu said to him, "Then they will try their best to counterattack."

"So what? Strength lies here, and it's not something they can do with all their might.

Although he scored a three-pointer at the beginning, Yang Xu still reminded himself not to be careless, after all, the game has just begun.

The players of the opposing team seemed to have been aroused. Perhaps at the beginning, they were careless, which made the players easily hit the three-pointer.

I hope that the players will not be careless because they scored a three-pointer.

"Don't worry, they have a sense of proportion." Wang Shuoxiang said with confidence.

Yang Xu looked over and felt that Wang Shuo seemed to know the inside story, and everything was under his control.

Finding Yang Xu looking at him, Wang Shuo turned to look at him, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Why do you feel like you know the winners and losers of the game?"

Wang Shuo smiled strangely and continued watching the game.

Fierce dismissals were going on on the court again, and the momentum of the opponent's players was very strong, as if they were determined to win the round.

Wang Shuo stood up, as if he was more anxious than the players on the field.

"Stop him, don't let him get on the ball." With that anxious look, he wanted to run up and stop the opponent.

Although Yang Xu seemed to be sitting there as stable as Mount Tai, he was also extremely nervous.

When blocking the opponent's ball, Wang Shuo almost jumped up.

Yang Xu looked at him worriedly, "Be careful with your feet."

Only then did Wang Shuo realize that his feet were still injured, so he sat down quickly.

"I'll just say, don't let them score."

As soon as Yang Xu breathed a sigh of relief, the ball fell into the opponent's hands again.

Dahui yelled to return to defense, and the players started to defend.

The opponent came aggressively, broke through the defense one after another, came under the basket, jumped up, and dunked.

Cheers erupted from the auditorium, and the opposing cheerleaders shouted and danced as if they were proud of themselves.

".||What's so great, isn't it just one point?" Wang Shuo muttered.

Wang Huahua also said to his team members, "Everyone, don't worry, our momentum must be stronger later."

The cheerleaders worked hard and waited for the next goal.

Yang Xu knows very well that the momentum of the opposing players was aroused by the three-pointer (Zhao Dezhao). Maybe they looked down on Yang Xu's team from the very beginning, so they were careless

Once they get serious, it is bound to be a fierce battle.

Yang Xu wanted to remind everyone, but he held back. The players should be given room to grow themselves, instead of always treating them as babies who are not growing up.

He even felt ridiculous, obviously let the players do their best, why does he care so much about winning or losing?

He also tried to relax his mind. .