【Han Zhang】Respiratory Function Theory

At this time, the halfway point of the season, Tyranny's performance this season is good, ranking second in the standings, entering the playoffs is already a certainty.

Replaying together after each game has also become one of Zhang Xinjie's compulsory items.He always sat in the middle of the last row, watching and taking notes.

What he recorded was the time when Han Wenqing cursed people. After returning to the dormitory at night, he reopened the video and watched it by himself according to the time. He switched angles to watch every detail many times, took notes, and then moved on to the next one.

As time went by, the weather warmed up, and the clothes on his body gradually became thinner, but the contents of Zhang Xinjie's notebook became more and more abundant.

He labeled the side of the filled notebook, numbered it, and placed it on the far left of the bookshelf.And took out a new one.

Zhang Xinjie was not a gregarious person in the training camp, he never participated in group activities outside of training, and rarely interacted with his peers.After the former roommate left the training camp, no one wanted to move in with him.But anyway, there was still a spare dormitory in the training camp, so he lived in a room by himself.

Even though he lives alone, all his luggage is neatly placed on the left half of the room without crossing the boundary at all.It was as if there was an invisible wall separating the two sides in the middle of the room.The left half was neatly tidied up, while the right half was clean even though no one lived there.

When Han Wenqing came to look for him that night, he was also watching the video, but it wasn't from Tyranny, but from Excellent Era vs. Tiny Herb.

With headphones on, the volume was turned up to 40 percent, just enough to hear the knock on the door.He pressed pause, took off his earphones, put his notebook and pen away, and got up to open the door.

When he saw that it was Han Wenqing who appeared outside the door, he was secretly surprised, nodded politely to the captain, and let him into the room sideways.Han Wenqing also nodded, walked into the room, saw the contents of his computer screen, raised his eyebrows and looked back at him: "What are you looking at?"

"Excellent Era vs. Tiny Herb." Zhang Xinjie approached and helped him pull the chair on the right side.Tyranny's next opponent is Tiny Herb.

Han Wenqing sat down and motioned for him to continue playing.

He probably didn't make a special trip to watch the match, but he didn't intend to reveal his purpose at all. Zhang Xinjie was curious and didn't ask any more.There was only one pair of headphones, and neither of them was wearing them, watching the game quietly.

Zhang Xinjie was in charge of the rhythm of the screening. He would pause and rewind from time to time. Han Wenqing didn't interfere, nor was he impatient. He just looked at the screen and what he wrote down in his notes from time to time.

It took more than half an hour to finish watching the three group arena matches.Zhang Xinjie stopped the game and looked back at Han Wenqing inquiringly. The latter pointed to his notebook and said, "Let me see this."

He started from the first page, the content of this book was not rich, and he finished it soon.He pointed to the screen again and asked, "What do you think?"

Zhang Xinjie thought for a while and said, "Wang Jiexi is very powerful. It's hard to judge his attacking intentions. He is very strong in the group arena."

"But we will win." Han Wenqing said, with a firm tone as if stating the facts.

Zhang Xinjie pondered for a while, and said: "In the team competition, he often loses touch with the rhythm of the entire team, resulting in very low coordination efficiency. This is his biggest weakness."

Han Wenqing nodded: "That's right. Is this the second book?" He pointed to the notebook in his hand and asked.

Zhang Xinjie got up and took out the first book from the bookshelf and handed it to him. The vellum-covered book was 2 centimeters thick and heavy.Han Wenqing flipped through it.

Zhang Xinjie's handwriting is very clean and tidy, even the punctuation marks and the spaces in front of each paragraph are meticulous. If it weren't for the blue and black ink, it would really look like a printed matter.

Han Wenqing turned over a page of notes about Yiye Zhiqiu, pinched the thin paper with his fingers, his slender fingers floated in mid-air, looked up at Zhang Xinjie and asked, "How old are you this year?"

"17 is old."

"Let's officially join the team in the fourth season. I'll leave it to you if you don't turn the stone." He paused, then continued, "Your tactical focus seems to be more defensive, but I want to say that this doesn't apply to Tyranny .”

Those eyes were still as sharp as eagles when they looked over, there was no hesitation in the eyes, serious and firm, he was not discussing, but just stating his decision, his tone was unquestionable like a king who ruled the world.

Zhang Xinjie's straight body, which had been sitting upright, became even more straight, and the hand placed by his side couldn't help clenching into a fist.He nodded and said, "I understand."

At that moment, he felt awe in his heart.Although he joined the training camp just to be able to win in the battlefield of glory, but at this moment he knew that his determination had changed.

He wants to help this man win the championship, and let victory and glory crown the king.

TBC