Demon Development System

Chapter 67: I can do anything!

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Qiao Bixia saw Li Zheng's deep look, disdainful: "Oh! Your Lu Bu still compares to my IQ?"

Xu Mengxi was very anxious, shaking Qiao Bixia said: "Okay sister Xia...you can help..."

"I roar to arrange tactics, of course everyone can hear it." Qiao Bixia glanced at Li Zheng 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 stadium.

Five game coins were immediately thrown out.

Ding Ding.

Officially acquired the [Reading Competition] skills.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes glared.

The first message is particularly clear-

Jiang Qinghua is a cancer.

It's not how bad he is, but his style of play.

He always rushed to ask for the ball, causing everyone else to suffer, and always wanted to shirk the ball to him.

Every time offensive, other people's attention is also on him, it is difficult to be motivated.

This led to the unbearable rhythm of the offensive rhythm. Everyone ran around in confusion, wasting energy.

Last year, I didn't have this slime monster, and I was lucky. I could only lose three points.

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

When Li Zheng was on the court, he could actively defend with his professional instincts.

The other players also have a space for the ball and can barely attack.

It's just a mess now. It's not as good as playing school after school.

Once the offensive rhythm is lost, the defense cannot have rhythm.

This is what caused Li Zheng's physical diarrhea.

The time he was present was exhausted, and he took up all the tasks. Eventually his physical strength was overdrawn prematurely.

All in all, the key to everything is the word "rhythm".

Only by regaining the rhythm is there a chance of victory.

Li Zheng watched this silently for five minutes.

I saw the score at 11:20.

in a hurry.

But the heart has been determined.

He turned around and called Qiao Bixia, confessed in her ear.

"Can it be like this?" Qiao Bixia exclaimed.

"The rules are allowed," Li Zheng nodded.

"This...not great..." Qiao Bixia hesitated.

"Help me, I have nothing to say about Sister Xia in the future."

"Then I can call you "My Son"?"

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

"Okay." Qiao Bixia narrowed his eyes: "I'm busy with this, I won't care about the outcome, just try my best."

"Just try your best." Li Zheng took the opportunity to rush to Zhang Xiaoke, "Go to the tactical whiteboard and watercolor pen."

"???

"fast."

"..." Zhang Xiaoke stomped angrily, pouted, and ran away with humiliation.

Why is this broken thing calling me.

I am... what?

The whistle sounded and halftime ended.

14:23.

After Li Zheng got off the court, Jiang Qinghua finally got his 3 points and Liu Xin picked up two points inside.

The players sat on the ground one by one, just breathing and drinking water, and they were too tired to speak.

Jiang Qinghua is lying down.

He felt like he ran a marathon.

Or run down with a big nose all the way.

Li Zheng seized the time, walked to Jiang Qinghua, and leaned over and extended his right hand: "Qinghua, I have no opinion on your command, but if you want to win, now, can the command be given to me and Sister Xia?"

Jiang Qinghua gasped and took Li Zheng's arm barely to get up.

He stared at Li Zheng with mixed tastes.

Then he grinned bitterly: "The limelight... let your kid out again..."

"..."

"It doesn't matter, our account will be counted in the future." Jiang Qinghua spit and slammed Li Zheng's chest. "The class collective is the first. As long as I can win, I can play whatever I want!"

Li Zheng didn't expect Jiang Qinghua to hand over command so easily.

He quickly recruited the players into a circle.

Zhang Xiaoke also just ran back holding the whiteboard: "The laboratory... found... this is not a steal..."

"Whether it is or not, I will give you the stimulant if you cash it out." Tang Zhifei was already anxious and took it over to Li Zheng. "Hurry up."

"Huh." Li Zheng painted on the board.

"When serving, and when the defense turns to offense, the first thing is not to serve."

"Yes."

"Look at everyone's position."

"These two positions, no doubt, play fast break."

"Except for one or two fast-breaking players, the rest of the people recover their strength in place."

"These three positions are advancing wars."

"The ball was given to Chen Sen, and the others were methodically pressed over."

"In addition, this situation is a single show."

"Give me the ball or Jiang Qinghua, and others will keep fit."

"Physical strength is the support of all tactics, and planning physical strength is the core of our second half of the game."

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

"I will desperately take back the rhythm."

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

"Finally." Li Zheng looked towards Jiang Qinghua. "Your running is very useful. Run towards a crowded place."

"Yes." Jiang Qinghua sighed with sweat, "Just, I can't help everyone too much...but more like a burden..."

The more he said, the more sour his fist was, and his fists were heavy: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm really..."

Speaking of which, his eyes were wet.

Damn, I worked hard for so long.

Not reconciled.

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

"Ah." Jiang Qinghua was taken aback, somewhat moved.

"After all, I can only play if you attract firepower."

"..." Jiang Qinghua suddenly felt miserable.

"In the second half, we must not slow down. We must keep running and aiming to get rid of the inch man, and prove his worth." Li Zheng was sincere. "Only in this way, he will not come to stare at me."

"..." Jiang Qinghua really wanted to cry this time.

"Right." Li Zheng handed a small look again, "If possible, try to make a foul."

...

The intermission is not over here, the game on the side court is over.

There were no fouls and no delays.

With the disparity in scores, there is really nothing to beat.

As a result, more people flocked to the venue for the second and fourth shifts.

Midfield score, 14:23.

This is a little bit more.

...

After 10 minutes, the intermission ended.

Li Zheng took a deep breath.