"Now we'll see how Old Wang handles this."
As he spoke, Principal Xu cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted to Wang Jianhua:
"Old Wang, if you can't manage, put in your first-string lineup! With your skill at deploying players, I doubt you could beat my son with the fourth-string lineup anyway."
Wang Jianhua glanced at Principal Xu. "Interfering with a coach's work—you're not doing a very good job as principal."
Coach Zhang laughed and said to Principal Xu, "That's quite a heavy accusation. Can you handle it?"
Principal Xu shook his head. "You were the one who begged me to be principal, and now you're the one throwing accusations at me. Wang Jianhua, Wang Jianhua—I didn't know you were so fickle."
At that moment, Wang Jianhua felt a little helpless.
He'd originally wanted to take this opportunity to give his fourth-string players some experience. They rarely got playing time in games outside school, so internal games were just about their only chance to get on the court.
In his view, these fourth-string players had all worked their way up from the reserve squad. They should have been much stronger than the players who'd only joined the third-string team this year.
Don't even talk about matchups. Against overwhelming ability, a favorable matchup didn't matter.
But the result had been far beyond his expectations.
With Wang Yi's coaching, the third-string team really was like a completely different team.
His fourth-string lineup was having a bit of trouble against them.
Still, he couldn't bring himself to put in his third-string lineup just yet.
Especially with that bunch of old rascals on the sidelines, waiting to laugh at him. If he put in the third-string lineup now, he'd be handing them ammunition to mock him.
After weighing it over, Wang Jianhua decided