However, coach Urumqi Yang did not choose to appear in the coaching seats, but sat in the audience and watched the game of Karasuno below.

Every game.

Knowing that the quarterfinals were about to begin, he finally returned to the stage.

After seeing the team members, he smiled and said hello to everyone.

He slapped his grandson on the head and said, "You little bastard, why are you asking me for help even though you've led your team to the national championship? You must have been lucky enough to pick up a talented coaching reserve!"

He was talking about Jingguang.

After so many games, he naturally saw the huge role that No. 12 played in tactics and the game itself.

It can be said that the young man in front of him has done everything that a captain should do, an ace should do, a coach should do, and a manager should do, and he seems to be used to it.

If the child didn't appear to be healthy and tall enough, he would have worried that the child would worry too much and not grow taller.

Jing Guang and the others looked at the vigorous old man in front of them, bowed together, and said respectfully: "Hello, Coach Wu Yanglao."

Takeda Itetsu also bowed respectfully and greeted: "Mr. Wuyang."

Mr. Wu Yanglang waved his hand and said, "I just wanted to see my good-for-nothing brat. You guys did a great job."

Whether it is on-the-spot judgment, prediction, or personal strength, they are all very good.

After all, he had taught the current third and second graders, except for the transfer student.

He could see that they had grown a lot now compared to their initial immaturity.

In a short period of time, they must have conducted intensive training to make up for their shortcomings.

The most surprising thing was not the two kids No. 9 and No. 10 in Karasuno's fast break,

But it’s the child number 12 in front of him.

Although those two kids also have great potential.

He looked at Wu Yangxixin, who had golden hair beside him, and said, "You still have a lot to learn about being a coach."

"I know, I know."

Wu Yangxi accepted his grandfather's usual tone of disdain with familiarity, nodded very skillfully, and then silently moved away.

He was afraid that the old man was used to beating people and would beat him in front of the students, which would be a huge loss of face for him.

Wu Yangxixin: Although, but, don’t I want to save face?

Mr. Wu Yangyang rolled his eyes, turned his gaze back to the crowd, and cut a long story short, "The list of the top eight has just been announced."

After all, being able to complete the showdown with Yinju at the garbage dump would also help him resolve the unfulfilled regrets in his heart, right?

When Xixin talked to him, he had actually already been moved.

To meet old friends and old rivals again and have another match.

"You are about to meet an old rival."

Everyone was stunned at first: Old rival?

Hinata Shoyo's eyes lit up, "It's Momo... It's Nekoma, right?"

Mr. Wuyang's full name is Wuyang Ichixi. He smiled and nodded, confirming Hinata's words.

"Yes, it's the team of that old guy Nekomata."

When talking about his old rival and old friend, there was more emotion in his tone.

I didn’t expect that a few years after retirement, I could still have an official game in this form again.

Long time no see, old friend.

On the other side, Coach Nekomata's eyes lit up when he learned the name of the school and coach of the next opponent tomorrow morning. Is that old guy out again?

He also sighed in sync: Long time no see, old friend.