Long Yifei and the young man continued to chat. Out of the corner of his eyes, he suddenly saw a familiar figure in the strange location yesterday.

Mo Yan finished training as usual every morning. He had nothing to do in the morning and remembered the invitation Long Yifei had given him yesterday.

Long Yifei's team has a mess of basic skills, but their tactical awareness is quite good. Especially the center forward's high-level support can appear in a middle school team. Long Yifei still has some tactical skills.

Mo Yan never looks down on anyone easily. Although he is a genius, he never is arrogant. When he sees good things, he will study humbly. This is why he can complete his master's degree several years ahead of others.

Long Yifei raised his mouth slightly and walked to Mo Yan to sit down.

“What do you think of this game?”

"The technical strength of both sides is similar. The opponent is more mature and stronger. It will reduce your winning rate of 8.5% in the confrontation. Your tactics will have a certain bonus to the team, which can reduce the physical confrontation rate. But as your physical fitness decreases, your team will have a 60% chance of leading in the first half, and the winning rate of both sides will be in the reverse trend in the second half. In the end, the opponent will have about 2% leading and may win the game. If the battle between the two sides reaches ten games, six to four, and the opponent will have the advantage." Mo Yan's formulaic narrative made Long Yifei's face slightly change.

Long Yifei didn't know much about the exact numbers, but the final victory or defeat comparison between the two sides. As the head coach of the Dragon Dance Team, no one knew better than him. Mo Yan just saw the Dragon Dance Team last night, and he could analyze it so clearly.

The Dragon Dance Team played more than ten games with the opponent, but it was converted into ten games. The winning rate was exactly the same as Mo Yan's estimate.

"Awesome." Long Yifei's unhappiness last night had already disappeared, and he gave a thumbs up from the bottom of his heart.

"What a pity." Mo Yan said lightly, "Without basic support, tactics are just mirages. You can't win in one game."

"What suggestions do you have?" Long Yifei was shocked by Mo Yan's words again. Although he didn't want to admit it, he knew the shortcomings of the team very well. Tactics were just the last fig leaf. This fig leaf made many people think that this was the gorgeous outer cloak of the Dragon Dance Team.

"Is this game or the team's development?" Mo Yan asked lightly, "Give more centers to yours."

"Why?" Long Yifei, who is in his fifties and has been teaching for more than 20 years, looks like a humble student beside Mo Yan.

"Centers in amateur teams are often the weakest link, whether in terms of technology or tactics. Your centers have a pretty good sense of support. Giving up the guard organization and doing more center support and strong inside players will increase your winning rate by at least 20%." Mo Yan explained casually.

"Mo Yan, are you interested in coming to work in our team?" Long Yifei calmed down and sincerely invited Mo Yan.

"The middle school team is only 10% interested. It doesn't have the platform I want. I promise you that I will waste at least three years." Mo Yan shook his head and looked at the time. Even in the game that Long Yifei mentioned, Mo Yan did not intend to waste too much time. "Is the game still early?"

"Ah, hehe, I forgot to chat. I'll explain a few words now." Long Yifei was not in a hurry to persuade Mo Yan. Long Yifei, who has rich social experience, knew that if he continued to waste time, he might not be able to persuade Mo Yan, but it was more likely that Mo Yan would leave because he had waited too long.

Long Yifei left, Mo Yan took out his notes and wrote and painted, and looked at the players on the court from time to time. Mo Yan did not doubt Long Yifei's invitation, but he was not interested. The high school team had a low starting point for Mo Yan, who was ambitious. He fully believed in what kind of changes his data theory could bring to the team, and he should have a bigger stage. Otherwise, his first goal would be the top basketball league in China.

As Long Yifei went down to sort out the team, the game began soon.

"Coach Long, you won't know that weird guy, right?" The young man who started talking to Long Yifei did not play, but chatted casually with Long Yifei.

"Weird? You mean Mo Yan." Long Yifei said.

"I don't know what it is, it's the one you just talked about. It is said that he is a genius, but I think he is a fool from the sky. He said arrogantly that he is the number one person in the future basketball world in China." The young man said sarcastically.

Long Yifei laughed and responded. He didn't know where Xiaogang knew this, but if one day the foolish and weird guy they mentioned really became the first person, he would definitely regret what he said today.

Long Yifei knew Mo Yan on the first day. When Mo Yan's name resounded throughout the league executive chat group, Long Yifei accidentally learned the name Mo Yan. The genius brain created a unique system of genius, and he was only twenty-three years old. No coach in China or even the world has achieved such success.

Unfortunately, he set his goal in the highest-level league in China. Mo Yan is a genius, and he is only twenty-three years old. Twenty-three is the reason why he becomes a genius, and twenty-three is also a shackle for him to enter the highest-level league in China. Anyone who hears a 23-year-old head coach is crazy. Although it is not that the coach can only do it for older people, age often represents the mature tactical system and experience. The coach needs someone who can control the overall situation of the team.

When Mo Yan targeted the highest-level league in China, his decision was doomed to fail.

Long Yifei is not considered old in the coaching industry at his fifties, but his physical condition in the past two years has made him less energy to take care of the team.

The team's basic skills are not solid enough, so Long Yifei certainly knows that. If it were in the past, basic skills were what he valued the most. Without solid basic skills, the rest of the movements were useless, but now he has the will but lacks strength. He needs to find someone to replace him, even if it only takes a few short years.

Mo Yan became his target. For him, for the team, and for Mo Yan, this will be a choice for Li Hui.

While Long Yifei and Xiaogang were chatting, Long Yifei was always paying attention to the game on the court. He did not arrange Mo Yan’s suggestions to the team. The team played at the previous pace. Mo Yan sat off the court and frowned slightly. He told Long Yifei the suggestion, but Long Yifei did not apply.

Mo Yanwei was angry. Since he didn't plan to adopt it, why should I ask?

The game on the court did not have the tactical advantage as Mo Yan had at the beginning of the budget, thus gaining the advantage on the scene.

Just five minutes into the opening game, the Dragon Dance team was already ten thousand behind the opponent.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!