Nba: Most Talented

Wang Shuo looked towards the opponent's bench area.

Yang Xu then asked, "What did you see?"

"It feels like the waiting area is also full of experts."

Yang Xu nodded, "That's right."

When he said these two words, he inadvertently looked at Wang Shuo, and unexpectedly found the corners of Wang Shuo's raised lips.

The competition has just begun, why does Wang Shuo have the confidence to win without a doubt?

It is normal to hope that his team wins, so Yang Xu didn't think much about it.

"I got the ball." Wang Shuo immediately became excited.

Yang Xu was also staring at 19. The players were like tigers descending one by one. After grabbing the ball, they went straight to the rebound.

Seeing this scene, Yang Xu clenched his fists, of course he hoped that the ball would hit.

Wang Shuo on the side stood up directly, and raised his fists high, as if he wanted to throw the goal for the players.

Live up to expectations, when the ball was thrown into the moment, warm applause erupted on the field.

"It's great." Wang Shuo directly came to a victory gesture.

Yang Xu's clenched fists also loosened, and at the same time realized whether he was too nervous.

He is still very confident in his psychological quality, and he thinks that his face will not change before the collapse of Mount Tai. Why is he so nervous?

Maybe he wants to win this game too much? For him, this Belgian game is different from any previous game.

The cheerleaders led by Wang Huahua also shouted slogans to cheer.

The opposing cheerleaders looked at them one by one with puffy cheeks.

The more this happened, the more active Wang Huahua and her cheerleaders jumped and shouted.

"Sit down." Yang Xu said to Wang Shuo.

Wang Shuo clenched his fists excitedly, "Good luck opening the door.

"Calm down, this is just the beginning." Yang Xu said.

No matter what he said, Wang Shuo just couldn't hold back the excitement, "It's a three-pointer, it's a three-pointer, how refreshing?"

Yang Xu looked at him with a smile, this three-pointer really made Yang Xu very happy.

After scoring the goal, the players looked at Yang Xu as if they had made an agreement.

Yang Xu gave a thumbs up without losing the opportunity to let them see.

This gesture of thumbs up, Yang Xu didn't stop for a long time.

Wang Shuo looked at his hands, then at his face, "Coach, you really mean what you say.

Yang Xu came back to his senses and quickly put his thumb away.

"You say you should try your best, but you actually want to win more than anyone else."

Yang Xu nodded unabashedly, "Don't you want to win?"

"Of course I want to, but I won't be as hypocritical as you, and keep saying that I just do my best, you know? Just this sentence is the last thing we want to hear."

Yang Xu looked at him puzzled, "Why?"

He thinks that the starting point is good, let everyone do their best, and don't put too much pressure on it.

"It's very simple. In every game, we try our best and play with the goal of winning. As 983's coach, you should encourage everyone to perform beyond their limits."

Yang Xu looked at him and smiled, "Really? I won't say that from now on."

Only then did Wang Shuo nodded in satisfaction, his eyes fixed on the situation on the field.

Wang Shuo thought in his heart, this is a three-pointer, the opponent will not also make a three-pointer, if he keeps it, it will increase the score.

Anyway, he thought that if he made a good start, he would definitely win the game.

"Hold on." Wang Shuo shouted.

This cry aroused the collective hatred of the opposing players.

Wang Shuo didn't care, but became more and more proud.

"Hey, calm down." Yang Xu whispered. .