Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

Zhao Qichen was furious when he heard it, and patted the armrest of the sofa hating iron and steel: "Knowing that there will be a game and not training? If the coach is not here, you will be lazy. If I don't come, are you going to waste the day like this?"

Probably hearing the sound, Mao Yu also got out of the training room, and stood in a row with the three of them respectfully, just like four students in training.

Zhao Qichen has become more of a boss in the past two years, and he is not polite to them at all. He will never tolerate anything that is harmful to the interests of the team, so that what the four of them are most afraid of now is not Coach Wen's nagging, but Boss Zhao's investigation .

"You all learn from other people's hairy taro. Do you need someone to supervise you? You have always consciously practiced more, so that the team's performance is thriving today. You should all learn from others' spirit."

What Zhao Qichen said was dancing with hands and feet, quite like a veteran cadre, Ma Hou curled his lips.

After the team came back two years ago, although they couldn't return to the peak period when Zhao Qichen was the captain, they could basically guarantee an Asian champion, one step away from the world champion.

Mao Yu blamed himself for all the faults. Zhao Qichen couldn't stand the hard work every day. He simply taught small classes sometimes. Mao Yu was very happy to let him teach, and Zhao Qichen also enjoyed it.

The team's reputation finally came back a bit, and it was a critical period recently. Zhao Qichen was so busy that he didn't have time to manage the team, so he began to issue death orders.

"Those who can't abide by the monthly tasks will not be reserved by the Foundation after they retire."

This is much better than confiscating snacks and adding training, all of them seem to have been beaten with chicken blood, Wen Zhouxing expressed his satisfaction.

But after the last game, Zhao Qichen came back to watch it today, and it was like this again. Can he not be angry?
"Boss, you have seen how hard we practiced every day in those few days, and finally we can rest for a few days, so please let us go, huh?"

Zhao Qichen squinted at the talking horse monkey. He also knew that he was ignoring it, so he curled his lips. Zhao Qichen simply didn't want to worry about it. He got up and took off his coat, clapped his hands, and looked like he was going to do something big.

"Come with me a few times, just to urge you to train, hurry up."

Several members of the team looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to delay, and followed into the training room one after another.

For the next half an hour, when Aunt Chu cleaned up the messy living room, she could hear the voices of Zhao Qichen practicing a few people.

"Old Wolf, pay attention to your surroundings. Monkeys can search things faster. Xiaopang, you are the leader of the team, and you must always be faster than us."

"What's the matter with you, Mahou? How many times have you said that we will hide when you meet people? The most important thing is that you, a medical soldier, protect yourself."

"Team 230 in front, airdrop in direction 10, and I will pick it up immediately with a gun."

What kind of master taught what kind of apprentice, and finally knew who he learned Mao Yu's resolute command from.

At this moment, Mao Yu was watching carefully from the side, always imitating how Zhao Qichen directed, and then silently wrote it down, and he will do the same in the future.

Sure enough, the chicken was eaten smoothly.

But as soon as he got down, Mahou shook his stiff arm, and Xiaopang collapsed on the chair in an instant.

This is more tiring than staying up all night for training. It seems that I have returned to the dark time when several people trained before the World Championship.

The horse monkey couldn't relax at all, and turned his head and whispered to Xiaopang with his teeth bared.

"I think he is unhappy at work again, otherwise why would he suddenly come back to play games?"

What Ma Hou said is correct. When Zhao Qichen was not going well at work, he dragged a few people into four rows with him, and fought very impolitely. Several times he chose a place where there were too many people, but a few people would always Kill a way.

As a result, the others were exhausted to the point of death, but Zhao Qichen enjoyed it and shot dead.

Apparently the same is true today, and more than ever before.

Xiaopang puffed out his chubby face and nodded in agreement, while Zhao Qichen over there was gearing up for another round.

Several people fought several times. Although Maoyu was idle, he learned a lot and was very satisfied. Others also looked at him with envy.

Until it got dark, Wen Zhouxing and Yu Xintian also came back, knocked silently on the door of the training room, and they just finished a game.

"Meet."

Yu Xintian was the same as before, and was not surprised to see Zhao Qichen coming, so he left without saying a word.

Everyone felt that they were finally relieved, and hurriedly stood up and scrambled to the meeting room.

Wen Zhouxing saw that Zhao Qichen was following behind, and looked at him with some doubts. Zhao Qichen took it for granted and said, "What are you looking at? Isn't it normal for a boss to listen in?"

Wen Zhouxing choked back at the words, curled his lips, and led a few people in.

In the conference room, Yu Xintian sat in the main seat with a notebook in front of him, Zhao Qichen sat beside him with his legs crossed, and the other members propped up the table, so they could finally take a rest.

"Coach Wen and I were summoned by the organizer today, you should know what's going on."

Everyone nodded, Mao Yu's eyes were shining, Ma Hou's face was ashen, Xiao Pang and Lao Lang were quite interested.

"This time is not an ordinary world championship or something, but an annual world-class league. It's been the fourth year since our SOD won the championship last time. You are almost becoming a grandpa team. It's time to work hard. Got it."

Ma Hou and the others didn't care too much about Yu Xintian's words, but Mao Yu listened with a heavy heart.

The meaning couldn't be more clear. Since Zhao Qichen retired, SOD has never won a world-class championship, which is as good as before.

Although others don't care, the fans on the forum are of course dissatisfied, and comparisons are inevitable, which has led to Mao Yu not daring to go to the forum now.

"Also, there will be a lot of rookie teams joining this time. I think you have heard the news more or less. The entry of this new force will undoubtedly deal a heavy blow to our old teams. I hope you will all score [-] points. spirit, do you understand?"

Everyone nodded, and the atmosphere was a little heavy.

Yu Xintian glanced at Zhao Qichen, who seemed to have nothing to say, and sat there picking his fingers.

Sighing silently, Yu Xintian waved his hand: "Okay, the meeting is over."

After speaking, several people got up and walked out of the conference room one after another. Except for the team members who went to train, Wen Zhouxing and Zhao Qichen stayed behind. Yu Xintian looked at the two of them and chuckled: "There is a tacit understanding, how do you know I have something to say? tell you?"

Zhao Qichen chuckled, of course he couldn't sit idly by with the current state of the team.

"Of course, this team can be regarded as being brought up by me alone, and it can't continue like this."

Wen Zhouxing sighed, but nodded accordingly. Seeing the low morale of all the members, he could only follow along anxiously, but there was nothing he could do.

He thought that he was a little incompetent as a coach, otherwise the team would not have always had such results.