"But nominally, it's still not."

Compared to Augustus's excitement, Lu Yiqi remained calm, and a simple sentence made Augustus's face stunned.

Some of the names are irrelevant, but sometimes they are crucial.

Then, Lu Yiqi also stood up and patted Augustus on the shoulder, "Gas, you are right. This is my team and my stage. Even in the position of offensive coordinator, I will prove my strength! We have half a season left, looking forward to winning more victories to win our glory. I need the help of you and other coaches, just as Coach Pres needs us."

"So, we still have a lot of work to complete. How about it, are you ready? Today's training should have begun. You should go out quickly. I'll arrive later. There is still a little game video to show up after watching it." Lu Yiqi walked towards the door with Augustus's shoulder.

Augustus was confused and unknowingly followed Lu Yiqi's footsteps. After walking a while, he realized that he had another point of not asking:

What if Pres puts his shoes on Lu Yiqi? What if Pres undermines Lu Yiqi after his return? What if Richard and Weather are preparing to settle the score in the fall? What if Pres destroyed all Lu Yiqi's previous efforts? What if Pres subverted Lu Yiqi's offensive tactical changes?

So, what should I do?

But when he turned around and looked at the office door that was closed again, Augustus's steps finally stopped because he knew there was no answer. Even Lu Yiqi had no answer at this time. Realizing this, his shoulders drooped, and he could not help but feel a little depressed. He always felt that they had worked hard to get here but gave up the initiative. This feeling was really frustrating, but powerless.

Standing still and struggling for a while, Augustus turned around again and dragged his heavy steps towards the training ground.

Will Lu Yiqi really feel calm when he stays in the office?

The answer is no.

Lu Yiqi also has his own unwillingness and regrets, as well as his own worries and worries. Especially after experiencing the past two weeks of trouble, his mood inevitably becomes complicated. Originally, Pres' return was taken for granted, but now it seems to have changed. As the person involved, his feelings are more direct and fierce than anyone else.

After experiencing ups and downs and thrilling five consecutive victories, he couldn't help but start to imagine "if...", but as long as he had a head on his head, he could never stop. Then he would occupy his entire brain tightly and could no longer do anything else, and even he would be distracted by eating and walking.

So Lu Yiqi forced himself to cut off his thoughts, and devote himself more seriously to the work of watching the game video. He needed to clear his brain and stay calm. It was precisely because of this that he was a little late at first sight. His psychological fluctuations can still be felt in the small details.

He will become a genuine head coach, he will win his own stage, he will have his own team. Even if it is not now, this day doesn't need to wait too long.

As for the revenge of Weather and Richard, soldiers came to block the water and soil. Since he had made a choice last week, he was ready to bear the consequences.

Take out a candy from your pocket, slowly peel off the candy paper, throw it into your mouth, sit there and chew it carefully, waiting for the sweetness to slowly dissipate on the tip of your tongue, spreading along your mouth, throat, and stomach bit by bit, gradually disappearing, allowing the tense nerves to quietly calm down.

Then, stood up, cheered up, and took a step towards the training ground.

...

On the training ground, the players were warming up, but they seemed a little absent-minded.

Every three seconds, Reggie Walker couldn't help but look towards the entrance of the training ground, always waiting for the figure to appear.

Time and again, time and again.

But Walker was disappointed.

He always felt that if the figure on the side of the court was not the one who dominated the overall situation, there seemed to be something missing. He always felt that training was not training, and competition was not competition.

"Tactic No. 36! What are you thinking about? It's not No. 35, but No. 36! Don't tell me, I still need to start teaching with counting now!"

"Pushing the ground! Do you understand? Take a firm step forward, lean forward in the center of gravity, push the ground hard, increase the speed! The rhythm and defense also need to pay attention to the rhythm."

"Don't rush to take action, Freeman! Observe! Do you understand? Pay attention to observation! Rugby won't bite people, you can hold the ball and watch again! The linebacker is the same. Pay attention to observation before starting! Every person and every figure in the field of vision is meaningful, think! Play with your brain!"

In every corner of daily training, Lu Yiqi's figure and voice are always everywhere. He can always keenly detect every detail deviation in every link, and then give correct guidance and correction. The tactical training that once was like a ball of yarn became easy and transparent in his hands. They can always find their positions accurately, correct their responsibilities, and then the competition becomes easier.

In just two months, they have begun to get used to Lu Yiqi's voice.

Not only Walker, but other players also repeatedly cast their sights towards the entrance of the training ground. Augustus tried to shout loudly to "concentrate", but the same words did not seem to have the same deterrence. The entire court was filled with a treacherous distraction and could not keep its focus.

"Are you kidding me? If you think about reporting from Isaac Burns, don't hurt yourself, just tell me that your period is coming!"

A familiar voice sounded on the sidelines, and you didn't need to look back to feel the seriousness and seriousness in the voice. The irritable mood was like a lion who was upset.

"Concentrate! Focus everything! Can you treat it casually by warming up? God! Please don't tell me that you will be stupid enough to hurt yourself during warm-up training! Lift your legs! Wildcats! Lift your legs! Lift your legs! Really! Follow my beat and keep up with me! One, two, one, one!"

"Hey! Ian Campbell! You are talking about! Lift your legs up! Jump! Lift your points! High points! Campbell, I know that your ability is more than that! Please warm up carefully! Otherwise, the next three sets of lifting your legs up. You know I do what I say! Focus! All of them!"

Slap sex!

Slap sex!

The sound of hitting the beat echoed over the court with a roar. There was no need to turn your head, and it could be judged from the sound that Lu Yiqi appeared.

"Coach Archie!"

Campbell looked at the source of the sound, shouting excitedly, and his smile flowed out involuntarily, and even began to wave his hand, "I never knew that one day I would miss the days when Coach Archie stood on the sidelines. I think I must be crazy."
Chapter completed!