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True Colors of Youth Chapter 186 Regret

"Strike? It's really yours!"

Yu Yan was not angry at all, she even wanted to laugh.

After all, they are a group of short-sighted mountain people. Do they think they can control a cadre using this method?

She immediately looked at Shi Lang: "Xue Zhuang doesn't want to fight, so don't you guys want to fight either?"

Shi Lang was embarrassed and hesitated for a moment. Seeing everyone's eyes looking at him, he could only nod.

"Hello, that's interesting."

She turned to look at Long Xiaochuan: "Come on."

Long Xiaochuan saw her disappointment and anger, and immediately called Yang Yaye, Pan Lei and others to warm up and prepare to start the game.

Pan Lei was as happy as a child, and he happily complained to Sun Changxing: "Hey, you guys got lucky. I thought I was here to make up the numbers, but I didn't expect to be directly named the main starter."

Sun Changxing sang with him: "Some people take themselves too seriously and don't know how much they weigh."

Luo Gaozhan hit a hollow jump shot, turned around and said with a smile: "Yes, can you still twist your arm through your thigh?"

Wang Meng had already noticed the changes here. Seeing his old acquaintances from Lei Village warming up and preparing for the game, the tall and strong team members were sitting in silence. He took the initiative to find Yu Yan: "Chief Yu, do you need help?

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"Ha, I made you laugh. We have some cowards here. Seeing that you are so strong, we don't dare to play."

She deliberately spoke loudly, and every word was like a slap on the face of Shi Lang and others.

Wang Meng also laughed: "It seems that these old friends from Lei Village are more courageous. Let's see how much they have grown in the past two months."

Yu Yan was a little surprised: "Have you two teams played before?"

"Haha, we competed with Qiandong for one and a half minutes, but it can't be considered a serious game. Brother Zaiyuan was still living in seclusion at that time, and your team's strength was not the same as it is now. To be honest, today we want to see Qiandong alone.

Is Wolf's strength still online? As for the others, haha... they are not worthy of our action!"

Wang Meng's conversation suddenly changed and he also targeted the people who were messing around on the sidelines.

He has the same status as Yu Yan, both are managers of the team, and of course he hates the rebels the most.

Yu Yan smiled gratefully: "Originally, we arranged for a referee, but now it seems that there are no referees. You see..."

Wang Meng laughed and took out a whistle: "It doesn't matter. If you can trust me, I can be the referee."

After about 20 minutes of warm-up, the two teams were ready to start the game.

At this time, Shi Zhenxing, who had been busy outside telling the children in the children's basketball class the rules of watching the game, teaching them to cheer, and prohibiting video recording, turned around happily.

He first saw all the members of Leizhai warming up on the field, and then he realized that his son and the Yucun players were sitting on the sidelines watching, and his expression suddenly changed.

He immediately ran over and grabbed Shi Lang: "What's wrong? It's a competition, why do you all act like uncles? What do you mean?"

Shi Lang was now riding a tiger, thinking that since he had already shown off his cards to Yu Yan, he couldn't give up halfway, so he struggled to get away: "Dad, you just don't care about the internal affairs of our training team."

"What does this mean? Not only am I your father, I am also the village party secretary of Yucun. How can I ignore my team members being bullied?"

Shi Zhenxing took him and wanted to go to Yu Yan to argue. I bet he misunderstood that Yu Yan was wearing small shoes for her son.

Shi Lang felt the strange gazes of his companions, and felt extremely embarrassed. As if he had lost face in front of his companions, he broke away again and roared in a low voice: "Oh, I told you to leave it alone, don't you understand people?"

Shi Zhenxing raised his hand and slapped him across the face: "Little bastard, why are you talking to your father?"

Shi Lang had no choice but to drag his biological father to the side and whisper.

After hearing this, Shi Zhenxing became even more angry: "You brats, you are really fooling around! How could you treat Cadre Yu like this? Without her, you would have packed your luggage and gone to the factory to tighten screws today!"

He carefully explained to his son that whether this matter was big or small, it all depended on how Yu Yan handled it.

If she had a tough attitude and made a report to expel Shi Lang, Xue Zhuang and others as soon as the game was over, there would be no room for recovery.

Once such a thing really happens, the consequence will be that the remaining prestige and reliance of his Shi family will be gone. Tian Sihai is still lobbying for joint impeachment in the village. If those people in the village who follow the wind sign, he will

This village party secretary is really not safe.

Nowadays, the business of the basketball gym is good, which has a lot to do with him being the party secretary of Yucun. After the decline of the Shi family, will the coach in this gym be willing to stay? If there is no good coach, who in the nearby villages will be willing to leave their children?

send over?

The first domino to fall means that everyone loses!

The only chance now is to apologize before she leaves the arena, beg her for forgiveness, and make her change her mind.

Shi Zhenxing's words shocked Shi Lang, but he seemed extremely embarrassed to face Yu Yan now.

Seeing my son squirming, I felt worried.

Shi Zhenxing sighed, returned to the sidelines alone, and called Xue Zhuang and Liu Dingding out.

A wise son is like a father. He knew that Shi Lang would never look back unless he educated all these people.

He also knew that it was useless to just educate Shi Lang, he had to clean up all these thorns.

When a few of them were whispering outside the court, the game on the court had already begun.

Xing Wei brought Jiang, Wang, Yang and other four Tomahawk Arena coaches onto the field. It was still a lineup of four big players and one small boy. Just standing there was full of oppression.

Long Zaiyuan looked back at his own deficient lineup and smiled: "Everyone just let go and play. This game is meant to test tactics."

Sun Changxing crooked Pan Lei with his elbow: "Are you afraid?"

"I'm afraid. Last time we played half-time in Qandong, they ran away before we had a chance to show off. Today, let them have a taste of the power of my big ass."

"Pfft," Long Xiaochuan was speechless after hearing this: "What kind of words about tigers and wolves..."

Luo Gaozhan ran to the sidelines to direct the children in the audience to cheer. He knew that the height difference was too big and he would be beaten by others in the starting lineup, so Gao Fengming gave the starting right to Yang Yaye.

On Leiming Town's side, Yang Yaye also stepped in to jump the ball. Although the result was that he still couldn't grab the opponent, at least there was no obvious shortcoming on the defensive end.

The Tomahawks showed the tactical literacy of a professional team right from the kick-off. Each of them knows how to run without the ball. Every step and every pass draws the attention of defensive players.

Pan Lei was just watching the passing of the basketball. He didn't pay attention to Coach Yang's blocking position, and was caught off guard by Xing Wei's wonderful pass.

Coach Yang caught the ball and hit it high, tiptoeing gently and putting the basketball into the basket with one hand.

The entire offensive process was extremely smooth. The basketball stayed in everyone's hands for less than a second. Except for Pan Lei and Coach Yang who had brief physical contact in the blocking position, the others moved flexibly and skillfully, as if there was no defense in front of them.

The personnel were completely practicing ordinary open-position tactics.

After scoring the goal, they didn't celebrate. They just ran back to their own half to defend with expressionless faces, like five emotionless robots.


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