Wang Jianhua and Principal Xu nodded in agreement.
"So Wang Liang's Basketball IQ is pretty good. He just hasn't played with the reserve team players much, so they don't have much chemistry. That's why his performance looks so average."
Wang Jianhua said, "Old Xu, I think you should at least let Wang Liang play as the third substitute in the next game, even if you don't let him be the second."
Principal Xu joked, "Old Wang, has Wang Liang's family been sending you plenty of gifts?"
Wang Jianhua laughed. "What, jealous? Want me to have them send you some too? You can send him straight to the third team."
The group chatted and joked around. After resting for a few minutes, Principal Xu led the reserve team's 20 players out of the gym.
Wang Yi gathered the third team's 20 players together.
Then he stood with his legs apart and his hands behind his back, chest out and head held high, and said:
"Is anyone feeling unwell today?"
All the players answered in unison, "No."
"Then why were some of you so listless on the court? Even if you're playing as the second or third substitute, you should still give it everything you've got!"
"Your skills might not be that strong, and I can tolerate that. But I will never tolerate anyone strolling around the court like an old man out for a walk! Remember, you're not the National Football Team you used to be!"
By then, Wang Yi's voice had risen by an octave, and his tone had grown even harsher.
"For this game, I'm not looking at your records. I'm only looking at whether you showed any spirit on the court!"
"At least six players were completely lifeless out there just now. I won't name names, but the