What? The trainer is warming up.

Main team, attack!

After arriving at the frontcourt, guard Barrett called for a screen and then passed the ball back to center Dabert.

At the same time, Taylor made a reverse run, passing by Dabert. Dabert passed the ball to Taylor by handoff and turned to the side to set a screen for Taylor.

Taylor broke free of the defense, took a step to the side, and then stopped.

On the reserve team's side, center Alred was a little slow to react and didn't have time to switch on defense. As a result, Taylor made a slight adjustment, took a three-pointer, and made it cleanly.

The score is 12-5, the difference is still 7 points!

"Taylor is still impressive."

"That was a beautiful play; the first team's teamwork is much better than the substitutes'."

Assistant coaches Mike Brad and Joel Abelson huddled together, whispering about why Coach McKinnon had grouped the players this way, and why Coach McKinnon hadn't called a stop when Smith was clearly playing poorly.

The substitute team attacks.

Qin Yu knew that Smith wouldn't pass the ball to him, so after arriving at the frontcourt, he didn't ask for the ball and just strolled around outside the three-point line, like taking a walk.

Smith called for a screen, but still chose to drive, only to be immediately surrounded. He cursed under his breath and had no choice but to pass the ball to small forward Bergson.

But the instant the ball was passed, a figure suddenly appeared, blocking his path between him and Bergson, startling Smith so much that he cried out, "Oh no!"

The other substitute players were also startled, but when they saw who had stolen the ball, they were all at a loss—it was Qin Yu!

What's going on? Someone even steals the ball from their own teammate?

Even the players on the main team were taken aback.

Smith clearly didn't pass the ball to Qin Yu; it was Bergson. Yet Qin Yu suddenly appeared in the passing lane and made a "steal."

"Oh, this..."

On the sidelines, the two assistant coaches stood speechless, while Coach McKinnon's eyes lit up, and he whispered, "This guy doesn't play by the rules."

Qin Yu didn't care what others thought. You're not going to give me the ball, are you?

Can't I just grab it myself?

As for stealing from our own people, what does it matter?

Anyway, the ball is still on our side!

While everyone was still stunned, he didn't even dribble before immediately making a jump shot.

It was almost a completely open shot, so it wasn't difficult for Qin Yu. Plus, he was in good form today; he knew he had the ball as soon as he flicked it with his fingertips.

Swish!

Sure enough, the basketball went in cleanly through the net.

"Another one has been scored."

"This guy's shooting accuracy is actually pretty good!"

Immediately, several substitute players looked at Qin Yu. Smith was naturally very unhappy, but the mentality of the others began to change.

A sharpshooter teammate with accurate shooting skills is welcome on any team.

Because he won't take up as much ball possession as Smith, but he can still receive your passes or pass the ball to you and turn your pass into an assist.

"He's a pretty good shooter!"

Coach McKinnon smiled, picked up the tactics board, and began to write and draw on it, already thinking about how to formulate tactics for Qin Yu.

......

Two minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

During the period that followed, Qin Yu didn't get the ball, and Smith continued to be incredibly selfish and missed shots, completely playing blindly, which frustrated him.

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, Smith missed another shot.

His face twitched, feeling a kind of groin pain; today was truly a day of utter humiliation!

"Substitute!"

At this point, Coach McKinnon finally called a halt, his face stern as he shouted, "Smith, you're out. Carl, you're in!"

I was trying to see how Qin Yu would break the deadlock, so I refrained from stopping the game. I did see a bit of Qin Yu's strategy, but Smith played terribly. So badly that Coach McKinnon couldn't stand it anymore and was already showing restraint by not giving him a good scolding.

Smith hung his head, looking dejected.

He looked at the court with resentment, his gaze landing on Qin Yu, and muttered under his breath, "Hmph, even if I'm not on the court, no one else will give you the ball."

However, the next moment, he saw Kobe Karl, who had just been substituted into the game, advance the ball to the frontcourt, and after a simple screen, pass it to Qin Yu.

"Fuck!" Smith snapped.

You bastard, aren't you slapping me in the face?

......

Carl had no idea what Smith was thinking, nor did he see the murderous glare in his eyes, but he knew exactly what the coach meant by substituting Smith.

Clearly, Coach McKinnon was very dissatisfied with Smith, but seemed quite pleased with that guy named Qin.

What would the coach think if I were like Smith?

As a substitute player, Karl also needs playing time, but what if he doesn't have the ability?

You idiot, of course you should try to please the coach!

So, without hesitation or delay, he passed the ball directly to Qin Yu, and then turned to look at Coach McKinnon on the sidelines.

Coach McKinnon looked pleased and nodded slowly.

"Just as I expected!" Karl exclaimed with delight.

Qin Yu received the ball and couldn't help but glance at Karl again. He then focused his attention, first scanning the defensive formation on the court, before deciding to go one-on-one.

His opponent was Barrett, a guard from the starting team, who is only 180cm tall and is considered a short guard. The starting team assigned Barrett to guard him, which shows they didn't take him too seriously.

"Since that's the case..."

Qin Yu first took a probing step, then slapped the ball with his left hand and broke through to the left. His speed exploded instantly, surprising Barrett. He didn't expect Qin Yu to be so fast, and subconsciously took a big step back, trying to move sideways to block the position.

However, the next moment, Qin Yu suddenly pulled up and, right in front of Barrett, launched a pull-up jump shot.

"What?" Barrett was stunned, unable to react.

Swish!

A soft thud, and the ball goes in!

"Wow, it's in again."

"That was a really decisive and smart shot. Barrett is more than ten centimeters shorter, and Qin's shot was a sudden pull-up jumper, making it difficult to even contest."

Mike Bled and Abelson both raised their eyebrows, then turned to look at Coach McKinnon.

Sure enough, Coach McKinnon was smiling, smiling very happily!

......

Three shots, all hit!

Qin Yu scored 7 points with almost no possession of the ball, an astonishingly high efficiency that made the substitute players look at him with new respect.

The group exchanged glances and reached a tacit understanding—since this kid really has the ability, why not give him some possession of the ball and see just how good he really is?

at the same time.

The way several key players looked at Qin Yu changed.

"Barrett," Ambrose teased, "are you even capable?"

"Hmph!" Barrett scoffed, giving him the middle finger. He then dribbled the ball forward from the backcourt, and upon reaching the attacking third to face Qin Yu, he waved his hand dismissively, "Spread out, I'm going to take him one-on-one!"

The key players spread out, watching with great interest as Barrett went one-on-one against Qin Yu, wondering if the Chinese kid could defend against him.