Qiao Bixia, noticing Li Zheng's intent gaze, disdainfully said, "Ha! You're trying to compare intelligence with me, Lu Bu?"
However, Xu Mengxi was quite anxious, shaking Qiao Bixia and pleading, "Come on, Sister Xia... just help out..."
"When I start shouting tactics, of course everyone can hear," Qiao Bixia snorted at Li Zheng with a laugh, "but I doubt this kid can come up with any tactics."
"I'll give it a try," Li Zheng took a deep breath, focusing on the court.
He then tossed out 5 Game Coins.
Ding Ding.
He officially acquired the "reading contest" skill.
Immediately afterward, his eyes widened.
The first piece of information was very clear—
Jiang Qinghua was a cancer.
Not that he was particularly bad, but there was a problem with his style of play.
Always running around the court wanting the ball, causing everyone else to be nervous and constantly thinking about passing the responsibility to him.
