Chapter 147 We Are the Champions!!

If Chen Yuan were to become a coach, he would undoubtedly be the greatest in history.

The so-called Red Auerbach, Gregg Popovich, Steve Kerr, Anzai, Aida Kagetora, and the like, were merely mortals in the era before Chen Yuan's birth.

Just how strong is Super Chen?

Let me demonstrate.

"Liu Yan! Stand here."

As Liu Yan passed by, Chen Yuan stopped him. Then, he pointed to a spot, inside the three-point line, outside the restricted area, in the middle.

"Huh?" Liu Yan was taken aback, somewhat puzzled, "I play the five-position, are you having me hang around outside asking for the ball?"

Liu Yan felt that a center not fighting inside the paint was dogshit, a coward, the angry stars of Cameroon, France, and America combined.

"Just go, there's no time to explain."

"...Alright." Liu Yan wasn't convinced, but he did as he was told, going directly to the spot Chen Yuan had indicated, but his heart was still full of doubt, "Isn't this the equivalent of giving up the rebound to..."

Before Liu Yan could finish speaking, the shooting guard of Class Sixteen took a three-point jump shot. The trajectory was obviously off, but there was only one player from Class Eighteen under the basket, clearly unable to out-rebound the No. 34, the Greek Freak. Liu Yan was about to go and help defend when he saw the basketball slam into the rim, with a bang, and ricochet out, directly into his arms.

"Pass to Zhou Yu!"

Hearing Chen Yuan's voice, Liu Yan hesitated for less than half a second, then did exactly as he was told. Moreover, because he was far from the restricted area, he didn't waste time going to the basket to box out, and his passing vision was excellent. A bounce pass was all it took to get the ball to Zhou Yu. The few people who had been planning to grab the rebound only belatedly reacted, hurriedly retreating on defense, but their frontcourt had already formed a two-on-one situation...

As the No. 11 point guard defended Zhou Yu, Zhou Yu passed directly to Zhang Chao, giving him an easy layup, and he effortlessly flicked the ball in for a score.

Instantly pulling the game back!

45:33.

"Holy crap, how did you know it would bounce over here?" Liu Yan was stunned, asking in disbelief.

How the hell did he do that?

Was he cheating?

"Their guard shoots from that spot, if it doesn't go in, it basically always bounces this way... Hurry up and defend, what are you standing there for? You'll be fined!" Chen Yuan scolded.

"...Who's paying me, damn it?"

Liu Yan grumbled, then hurried back on defense.

But inside, he was truly shocked beyond measure.

Is this guy's IQ really this high? This involves math and physics knowledge, right?

Wait, he only scored five hundred points...

"Run faster, Liu Yan, one more complaint and you're cut! Looking like that, you still want to bang the cheerleading captain?!"

Son of a bitch.

It's 504! 504!

Chen Yuan's scolding seemed to energize the players of Class Eighteen. Then, looking at the guy who had suddenly picked up a tactical board, clapping his hands frantically to remind them to 'focus!', they realized that this guy had become their coach.

"Brothers, don't curse yet, Chen Yuan's got something." Liu Yan was still impartial, reminding them as he retreated on defense.

"Indeed, I didn't even see that he was going to nutmeg me just now... Let's listen to him, there's no other way now. If there's someone who can clarify the tactics for me, there's still a chance to win." Zhou Yu also had to admit Chen Yuan's sharpness.

Basketball is a very focused sport, in which the role of the coach is especially important.

People who don't understand basketball might think that coaches are only used to call timeouts, and have no decisive significance for the game, and some coaches even stand there like idiots, like air.

In fact, coaches are indeed like air.

Constantly present, extremely necessary.

As a coach, you need to control the overall situation, to keep talking, to keep commanding. Apart from isolating for one-on-one plays, he is the team's second pair of eyes.

The first pair of eyes is the leader on the court, usually a point guard, or the strongest player.

But because the members of Class Fifteen were of similar skill levels, and no one had Li Yuan Chen's high basketball IQ, Chen Yuan, as the emperor, could almost direct these idiots... ah, no, soldiers, wherever he wanted.

As for Chen Yuan not having any coaching experience...

Please, I can see the future, what experience do I need?

"Zhou Yu! Don't shoot that three-pointer, make a downward cut and pass it to the outside!"

Zhou Yu's three-pointers weren't bad, but the reason he wasn't allowed to shoot was because in the future, that shot wouldn't go in.

"Fake a shot and make a real pass, keep passing and controlling! Right, right, right! Run, give it to Chaozi, layup!"

The pressure was too great.

The players of Class Sixteen suddenly felt that their opponents' mobility was terrifyingly strong. But more importantly, the rhythm was completely messed up. They had previously formulated tactics, which needed to be played out on the court, plus some improvisation, but after several passes, it was all messed up!

This was not the situation they wanted.

They needed a pair of eyes, a pair of eyes like Chen Yuan's, but turning their heads to look at the honest and obedient female class teacher sitting on the bench... Crap!

The No. 34 power forward hurriedly called a timeout when the point difference was pulled back to 9 points, 50:43.

Then he went to the sidelines to discuss tactics.

"Hey, what did you go over there and say? How did Chen Yuan suddenly become the coach?" One person questioned No. 11 with dissatisfaction.

"..." No. 11 was stunned, remembering the boasting he had done for everyone, saying that even if Chen Yuan came on, it wouldn't matter. He suddenly became nervous. But he didn't dare to say it, he could only stammer and explain, "It's none of my business, I didn't say anything, and is... is it even allowed to be a coach?"

"Idiot, what coach? This is just a class match. Besides, even if he was a random passerby, it wouldn't stop him from directing!" His teammate directly refuted him.

As long as you don't enter the court, don't deliberately wear a team uniform to confuse the audience, don't reach out to ask for the ball, and don't insult the players. Apart from that, commanding, trash-talking, even shouting loudly when shooting free throws, loud booing, these are very common in the world's most formal competitions, the FIFA World Cup, the NBA Finals, and there is absolutely no such thing as misleading interference.

Basketball games are like this, as long as you don't give birth or take a dump on the court, everything else is basically allowed.

Moreover, this kind of atmosphere is a feature of the sport of basketball, which must be tasted.

"Fortunately, he didn't come on..." One person said with lingering fear, "His commanding is already so scary, if he really came on, it would probably be a one-sided massacre, he led the girls to eliminate Class Twenty-Six!"

"..." No. 11 didn't dare to say anything, and was even a little afraid of what would happen after the game.

Everyone in Class Eighteen had heard him provoking Chen Yuan to come on, and if that got out, these grade-obsessed people in the class would probably tear him apart...

After five rounds, they really wanted this championship that they missed last year.

The group photo under the cheers of the whole school in the gymnasium was really tempting.

I heard there's even a trophy this year...

Damn it, can't lose, can't lose, or I'll be held accountable!

"Damn, the point difference was pulled back to seven in less than half a quarter, what's going on?"

"The error rate has suddenly decreased, and Class Sixteen is completely messed up!"

"It's heating up, it feels like they're about to turn it around!"

"I saw that after Chen Yuan started directing with a tactical board, the point difference suddenly started to pull back."

"Holy crap, he's already so scary as a coach, wouldn't it be a massacre if he really came on?"

"Yuan God, this is Yuan God."

"Arrows are fully stocked, fire the arrows!"

Some people had even started playing Honor of Kings in the audience, but this wave of crazy scoring brought the atmosphere back.

Chu Heng was also dumbfounded. Although the result was that he had defended the face of the finals and didn't let the game be decided in the third quarter.

However, he wasn't convinced by the process of achieving this result!

He also had players in that class, the No. 34 small Greek Freak, and he had originally thought the same thing, that it would be a complete crush.

But this time, Chen Yuan hadn't even come on, and the situation was already critical.

In other words, he was like the Grim Reaper with a scythe, knocking on the door frantically, executing his players one by one.

Two of the three starting five from the school team in the second grade had already been beheaded.

The remaining one was also trembling...

Not to mention the ten substitutes, they were like fallen leaves swept away by the autumn wind, with no ability to resist.

It looks like the score can be tied in the remaining half of the quarter, and then in the next quarter...

No, although the school team I lead is pretty good, if the school sees that the team they spent so much money to cultivate has been defeated twice by ordinary classes, my bonus will be deducted!

………

"Guys, come over here for a moment."

Chen Yuan summoned them all to his side, ready to speak.

Zhang Chao was stunned for a moment, looking at Old Mo, who had originally been the coach: "..."

"Listen to him, what are you spacing out for."

Zhang Chao, who understood how to deal with people, was instead reprimanded by Old Mo, and was embarrassed.

And Old Mo, took a small step to the side, actively giving up his position.

When there is someone who can lead the team to win, everything he does is right.

In sports, results speak for themselves.

No face?

He wasn't that petty.

In a social environment where results are paramount, students who are a little behind should certainly encourage themselves and study hard.

But you have to know that for most people, even if you work twice as hard, you can only stand on the mountainside.

Looking at the students gathered together, shoulder to shoulder, faces covered in hot sweat, especially the serious ones, Old Mo also wanted to say.

This will be your only chance to stand on top of the mountain together.

Go and win!

"Their tactic is to create mismatches, with the inside bigs playing against smalls, using physical confrontation. The outside smalls play against bigs, using flexible dribbling to create space." After so long, after observing two 'worlds', Chen Yuan concluded, "Therefore, the best way to counter them is to play passing and controlling basketball, avoiding one-on-one plays as much as possible, we can't win in one-on-one plays."

"Yeah, we lose points every time we play one-on-one." Zhou Yu also admitted that there was a difference in skill level.

"Then the defense under the basket..." Liu Yan looked at Chen Yuan, very honestly, "You have to teach me, I don't know what to do without feedback."

Liu Yan was convinced.

From questioning, to understanding, and finally to 'Dad, I wish time would slow down, don't let you get old', he was completely superstitious about Chen Yuan.

"Defense wins championships." Chen Yuan nodded, and said to everyone, "I'll direct Liu Yan's positioning, and try to make sure we don't lose rebounding position. Then everyone try not to play one-on-one, of course, it's not that no one can play one-on-one. Zihao, you play well, you're the world's number one shooter, you have an advantage against everyone except No. 34, especially No. 11, he's great on offense, but his defense is leaky, you pick on him, and switch with Zhou Yu."

"Okay. But make it clear that it's Zhu Zihao, not some [beep—] Zihao, I care about that."

"Alright, after the game, Chaozi will use class funds to treat you to a bath, don't run away halfway through."

"Hey, you!"

"How did you learn this top-notch coaching?" Before returning to the court, Zhang Chao suddenly asked.

"Learned it in Hawaii."

"Alright." Zhang Chao was relieved, "You're also a genius high school student with the body of a 17-year-old and the mind of a 7-year-old."

"You want to sit on the bench, don't you?"

After making some adjustments to conserve their energy, Chen Yuan replaced a few players and continued the third quarter.

"You're directing very well, but your language... should be a little more civilized." Old Mo reminded him leisurely from the side.

Saying things like little Zhou Yu, banging the cheerleading captain, should be avoided as much as possible.

"Okay."

Chen Yuan made a gesture, then focused on his coaching work, and five seconds into the start of the quarter: "Zihao, thank him on his face!"

"..." Old Mo.

Then, he sighed deeply in his heart.

The power to predict the future is beyond everything.

This is even more useful than listening to inner voices.

Because the other person doesn't always have inner thoughts.

Moreover, the body may not necessarily follow one's heart. But the future three minutes from now is something only I can see.

It's like betting, but I know your cards, it's inherently unsolvable.

And because I chose to assist as a coach, I already have this behavior, so the future is constantly being revised, so that it seamlessly connects.

Then, Chen Yuan saw their future of endlessly pulling points.

However, in the middle, the other side had some momentum.

Of course, this was also within the visible future.

That is, Chu Heng, the school team coach who might not even be able to keep his job if they continued to play, had shamelessly become their coach!

Birth, did you report it?

I want to appeal to the organizing committee!

What? I'm also not compliant??

Then never mind, retract the appeal.

Of course, a mere Chu Heng, challenging Super Chen is inherently unwise.

The score is still being pulled.

It's just that the speed is a little slower.

"Come on, come on... come on!" He Sijiao tightly held the bottle, making a cracking plastic sound, and Li Youyou on the side was a little frightened, it must hurt to punch someone with that fist, right?

Just like the slap Zhou Fu gave her that day...

Although He Sijiao liking Zhou Yu was a little unexpected, being able to cheer so boldly for the person you like is really brave.

That's not right...

Because there is no one else between her and Zhou Yu.

But on Chen Yuan's side, there is a girl who makes you feel like you are nothing.

"Although everyone is great, Chen Yuan... is also great!"

After the last time, Zhou Fu has understood the game a little bit. After Chen Yuan started coaching, she found that everyone was playing really smoothly, with a kind of harmonious beauty.

And before, it was quite stumbling.

"That guy is good at playing basketball after all, it's normal that he understands the game best..." Although He Sijiao said this, when she saw him go down to be a coach, and Zhou Yu didn't seem to be manipulated by that annoying No. 11 at all, and even performed better, she had to praise this filial child a little, "He helped Class Eighteen win Class Twenty-Six, and he is about to lead Class Eighteen to win Class Sixteen, this championship... his contribution really accounts for half of it alone."

"Hey hey, don't open the champagne yet!" Tang Jian immediately reminded when he heard this.

Why are you starting to loan out the championship when you haven't won yet?

This is an ominous sign, a very ominous sign!

"What champagne... I'm opening cola!" He Sijiao retorted seriously.

"But Chen Yuan's strategizing look is a bit like a military advisor." Li Youyou joked.

Then, Zhou Fu and He Sijiao also stood up slightly, saw him holding a board, saying something, pointing at the court, and then calmly clapping after Class Eighteen scored, quite like an intelligent general.

Seeing this, Zhou Fu opened the rear camera and took a picture of this scene.

The charm of high intelligence is radiating from this 504-point boy again.

Send this scene to Xia Xinyu.

Just as she was about to do so, she suddenly found that the photo was a bit strange, she was stunned for a moment, then zoomed in with two fingers, and then she saw on the tactical board...

Doraemon?

No, if you don't use this thing, why are you holding it!

"Okay, Liu Yan grabbed the rebound again! It's really awesome to install an external brain on this big guy!"

"Yeah, there was only a one-point difference left, and now there's still plenty of time, 50 seconds, let's get two points with a fast break."

"The ball is in Zhou Yu's hands! Wait, why is he stalling for time? Although there's plenty of time, they're still behind."

"No, don't dribble, fast break!"

"No, what is Zhou Yu doing?"

They were playing well, and it was a good time to chase points, but Zhou Yu's sudden operation made everyone very puzzled. So there was some blame in their tone.

He Sijiao's expression also stiffened when she heard this.

She doesn't understand basketball, but several boys in the class think that Zhou Yu's choice is problematic.

And judging by the tone, if this ball doesn't go in and her class falls into a passive position, then the responsibility will basically be on him...

"Zhou Yu should have his considerations, and this should be Chen Yuan's command, trust them..." Zhou Fu comforted.

He Sijiao did not answer.

She closed her eyes and bit her lip.

Then, she suddenly stood up and blocked the entire audience behind her. Just as the people behind her were about to curse, she suddenly shouted loudly at the court: "You have to win!!!"

At this time of the game, everyone was cheering.

But he heard one voice very clearly.

After all, the power in that voice is something ordinary people can't produce.

It's like a punch in the body, so powerful, Sister Jiao.

Zhou Yu didn't understand why Chen Yuan wanted him to hold the time and shoot a three-pointer, but after all, Chen Yuan had led them to pull back the points, and Chen Yuan had the right to arrange it that way.

However, Zhou Yu also thanked him for believing in him.

Trailing in points, under the gaze of the entire audience, and for someone, he shot a stshoot that ignited the arena.

Is it my turn to have such a cool moment?

At this moment, he will become eternal.

Because this is the most important ball of my life.

This is for you!

With only 3 seconds left on the 24-second clock, Zhou Yu suddenly jumped up and shot.

It has to go in!

It will go in.

Looking up at the shot that drew a beautiful arc in the sky of the basketball hall, Chen Yuan's mouth curled into a shallow smile.

Then, with a swish, the basketball went into the net cleanly.

69:67.

The score was reversed!

The whole place roared, at 120 decibels!

The world, at this moment, focused on Zhou Yu.

Everyone was cheering for him.

He can see the future three minutes from now.

So he thought about giving Yu a chance to show off, letting him shoot a three-pointer. And the future three minutes later showed the celebration after the victory, so he carried out this action.

Yu, don't say I'm not good to you anymore.

This ball is the coming-of-age gift I give you as a father.

"I'm so f***ing awesome!!!"

"Brother Yu is too awesome, just like a god."

"You dared to shoot this ball? You're really not afraid of being blamed!"

"That three-pointer that gambled on his career was so f***ing cool. Bro, I'm wet!"

"The point guard from Class Eighteen played well, defended with all his might, and in the end, he even made a quasi-game-winning shot, it was really wonderful!"

"I feel like he's so handsome when he's serious, is his name Zhou Yu? I wonder if he has a girlfriend..."

"He'll have one after this game, haha."

He has become famous.

This ball really threw Zhou Yu out of the circle.

Out of the Class Eighteen circle.

But he suddenly felt that he seemed to...

Wasn't as obsessed with this feeling as he thought he would be.

His ambition, after all, is not that great.

He raised his hand, made a circle with his fingers, made a telescope, and circled someone from Class Eighteen in his sight.

"Wow, Brother Yu is looking at us!"

"It's good that he has a conscience and remembers us old brothers."

"Wuwuwu, I'm moved to tears, when he becomes successful in the future, he'll introduce us to some girls..."

Tang Jian and the others were all excited by this cue. As people from Class Eighteen, they were infinitely honored.

And He Sijiao behind them sneered dismissively.

Of course, she was laughing at these idiots who didn't know their place...

What does it have to do with you.

"Brothers, wasn't that ball awesome?"

After that ball was shot, the other side hurriedly called a timeout, preparing to organize the second-to-last attack. Zhou Yu pointed at himself, showing off to everyone, especially Chen Yuan.

"Awesome, awesome, awesome."

I don't want to tease him today, Chen Yuan clapped his hands, giving a rare affirmative opinion, like a strict father suddenly becoming kind.

"What will they do in the last 26 seconds?" Zhang Chao asked.

"Stall for time and shoot the last three-pointer, everyone don't lose position, be sure to interfere, don't let them shoot comfortably." Chen Yuan reminded, "Also, don't foul, fouling means playing overtime. And your stamina, can't keep up, right?"

Everyone noticeably nodded wearily.

Therefore, the second-to-last wave of defense must be resolutely implemented.

The other side missed the three-pointer. With only two seconds left, the ball was in Class Eighteen's possession. Zhu Zihao was tactically fouled as soon as he received the ball, and he made one out of two free throws, bringing the score to 70:67.

A three-point difference!

The last attack returned to Class Sixteen.

But there was only 1.9 seconds left, and one last timeout!

The world, once again, focused on this.

Class Sixteen had only one slim chance, a buzzer-beating three-pointer to tie the game!

At this time, grabbing a bloodthirsty 2 points is a data-grubbing move that would bury the game. No normal person would make such a terrible decision.

Even He Sijiao and Li Youyou understood that Class Sixteen was going to shoot a three-pointer!

"Defend this three-pointer, don't give them a chance to play overtime!"

After planning the tactics, Chen Yuan said seriously.

Everyone nodded.

Then, after Chu Heng made precise, scientific arrangements, the people from Class Sixteen took the field.

1. 9 seconds sounds short, but in a basketball game, it's even possible to dribble for a second.

So, catching and shooting is impossible.

Doing so would definitely be interfered with, and the hit rate would be too low.

His idea was very extreme.

Let the tallest No. 34 pass the ball, then pass it to No. 11 at the top of the arc, then quickly run to the opposite baseline three-point line, and then jump and shoot.

At his speed, it wouldn't be a problem to pull out half a body.

But Chen Yuan...

What is he doing?!

Chu Heng suddenly saw Chen Yuan pointing at a big guy from Class Eighteen, telling him to defend the air.

And that happened to be the spot Chu Heng had designated for No. 11 to shoot!

But Chu Heng couldn't say anything.

The tactics had already been arranged. If he changed his mind and canceled now, the last timeout would be wasted, and the panicked players who were overly reliant on tactics would be so disrupted that they wouldn't even be able to shoot the ball...

No, what are you doing, Chen Yuan!!!

"Go, stand there!"

"But there's no one here?" Liu Yan was stunned.

"Hurry up! Don't talk nonsense!"

Liu Yan didn't dare to disobey Chen Yuan, so before the other side served the ball, he quickly stood at the three-point line at the baseline.

I'm not kidding, it's empty within three meters of me!

Who defends the air with the last ball?

This is simply...

With a whistle, No. 34 passed the ball. He threw it directly to No. 11 at the top of the arc, and Zhou Yu quickly went up to help defend.

No. 11's first step was extremely fast, instantly shaking off, running to the three-point line at the baseline and jumping up...

However, he realized in the air that there was also a person standing opposite him, as confused as he was.

Liu Yan also jumped up, and slapped down with a big hand, so easily completing the block at the last moment.

The whistle sounded, and the game ended.

The score was frozen at 70:67.

Class Eighteen won, taking the championship.

The gymnasium offered the highest tribute to this wonderful game.

Bright yellow plastic pieces scattered from a large ball in the air, raining golden rain.

The largest investment in a game, the first game with a trophy.

A hot-blooded broadcast, though with non-standard pronunciation, then sounded:

"The champion is—Class Eighteen!"