In the canteen of the Qingbei training base, groups of two or three people gather.
In the corner stood a somewhat lonely figure. Lu Yu swallowed mouthfuls of rice, and from a distance, his aura was terrifyingly gloomy, giving off an air of "keep away."
A dark figure slowly appeared.
"Did you suffer a setback?" Coach Wang's voice came from across the table.
This was the first time Coach Wang had spoken to me privately since the start of the regular season.
"It's not that bad." Lu Yu's tone remained unchanged, flat and unwavering.
Another long silence followed.
"Coach..." Lu Yu swallowed the last bite of rice and suddenly spoke.
Coach Wang seemed prepared and quickly said, "No, no, I'm not here to interrogate you. I just lost my temper on the field today."
Lu Yu felt a little embarrassed after hearing Coach Wang's words.
"It's not that I don't care about Chu Feiyu's personal development, but it's true that for a young player her age, too much pressure can be overwhelming," Coach Wang said frankly.
“I believe in Fei Yu.” Lu Yu looked calmly into the distance. “Anyone who has seen the lights on the training ground at 4 a.m. will not be discouraged by time constraints and immense pressure.”
Coach Wang's eyes widened in surprise.
Lu Yu explained in a low voice, "Her defensive style can always be adjusted quickly, thanks to the fact that she often practices with Sun Meng until late at night."
Coach Wang had a whole host of tactical plans in mind, but he was influenced by Lu Yu's words and found it hard to voice his thoughts on changing tactics. So he changed the subject, saying, "So far, your performance can be said to have conquered the league. If Qingbei team can go one more step, it will be entirely beneficial to you. You've been working so hard to help Chu Feiyu secure a spot on the Olympic roster, doing all this under pressure. Don't you feel like you're losing out?"
Lu Yu smiled and said, "Coach, thank you for speaking your mind."
Having heard Coach Wang's thoughts many times before, Lu Yu felt a surge of respect for this coach who only focused on the issue, not the person.
"Coach, I cherish the competition, so I hope to enjoy it even more." Lu Yu gave a reply that wasn't really an answer.
"So now we can only wait for Fei Yu to figure it out?" Coach Wang still seemed a little worried.
"Coach, you should bring out Weng Pei again, like a carrot dart to sway a donkey." A humorous remark came out of Lu Yu's usually indifferent mouth.
Chu Feiyu, who was still sulking in the training field, suddenly sneezed violently.
...A little donkey?
Lu Yu finished his dinner in just a few bites.
"Coach, I've finished eating. I'll go get two more meals."
Two portions?
"Chu Feiyu is withdrawn, and Sun Meng is keeping her company while she withdraws," Lu Yu said with a hint of helplessness.
...
Lu Yu handed the two meals to the two people and then walked to the training field alone.
Throughout the entire process, none of the three people uttered a word.
Sun Meng and Chu Feiyu exchanged a glance, then silently began to eat.
The basketball bounced between Lu Yu's palm and the ground, the rhythmic sound like drumbeats, with boundless hope hidden between each heavy beat.
A short while later, Chu Feiyu took a sip of water, marking the end of her dinner.
Chu Feiyu suddenly stopped in front of Lu Yu, forcing Lu Yu to halt his sideways advance.
Sun Meng sat in front of the basketball hoop, observing the offensive and defensive duel between the two players.
"How should we adjust the coordination of the offensive routes?" Sun Meng asked the crucial question from the sidelines.
Lu Yu tossed the ball up, and it rose and fell back down, landing in the basket with a thud.
“Actually, Fei Yu can already pass the ball in mid-air before landing, but the accuracy of the pass needs to be improved.” Lu Yu waited for Chu Fei Yu’s reaction.
Chu Feiyu ran to the basket to retrieve the basketball, "But this is useless in a game. A pass without accuracy is tantamount to a suicide shot."
"Then let's practice."
Lu Yu patiently cooperated with Chu Feiyu in training, standing in different positions and passing the ball back and forth to attack.
Sun Meng directed the passing angle from a distance.
Jiao Yuyin, outside the Qingbei training base, finished replying to two emails, glanced at the time, and muttered, "What training... why isn't it over yet..."
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