King: If you say AG is a nursing home, I’ll beat you up

Nanjing hero Jiujing Lounge.

The atmosphere inside was a bit depressing. Wuwei and Xinghen had tears in their eyes, obviously they had cried just now.

Jiuku, Qingrong and Jiufan, the three of them were leaning on the sofa, staring ahead, their expressions blank, unable to accept the fact that they lost the game for a long time.

The five of them went through all the obstacles to reach the top six. They thought Chengdu AG Super Play would be a weak persimmon, but unexpectedly they stumbled.

On the other side, Jiuzhe came down from the interview booth, his mood had been unstable. When he returned to the lounge, he felt a pang in his heart when he saw everyone's expressions. He felt unspeakably uncomfortable, and his eyes turned red again.

"Zhejiao, I'm sorry." Wuwei stood up, lowered his head, not daring to look at Jiuzhe's eyes, and apologized immediately.

"Philosophy, I was also wrong."

"Me too."

Jiuzhe heard the apologies from five people one after another. This was something he was familiar with.

But for some reason, it sounds particularly harsh today.

"There's nothing to be sorry for. You guys played very well." Jiuzhe suppressed his crying, swallowed, and said to them softly.

"Huh?" The five people in the lounge trembled. This was the first time they saw Jiuzhe talking to them in such a gentle voice.

In normal training, he is extremely strict and sticks to his word.

Even in daily life, the rules and regulations set by him must be followed, otherwise he will be reprimanded again.

Jiuzhe looked at their confused looks and disbelieving eyes, and he felt much better.

"Let's pack up and get ready to go out for a big dinner." Jiuzhe said.

"This......"

"Philosophy, shouldn't we go back and review the game?" Wuwei asked.

Usually after their games, they review the game that day regardless of whether they won or lost, and sometimes they don't get to sleep until two or three in the morning.

To use a saying from Jiuzhe, you only remember the details of what happened that day. If the review is postponed until tomorrow, I'm afraid my mind will be empty and the details will have been forgotten.

"You played very well in today's game. Although there were some minor flaws, you did not hide them. Your performance and operation were outstanding. It's just that we were a little unlucky." Jiuzhe consoled us.

Wuwei looked at Jiuku, rolled his eyes a few times, and then glanced in the direction of Jiuzhe, as if to say: "Jiuzhe, did you take the wrong medicine today? Or was it possessed by someone? It makes me feel uncomfortable." "

Jiuku also rolled his eyes and responded to Wuwei's question: "You won't lose the game today, you are stimulated, right?"

"Ah! What can we do? We can't be without a coach next season!"

"Cold salad!"

"Is there something wrong with your eyes? They keep rolling around?" Jiuzhe's eyes were attracted to Wuwei and Jiuku, and he reminded them with concern.

"Ah~! It's okay. There was sand in my eye just now, so it's a little uncomfortable. I'll rub it and it'll be fine." Jiuku immediately pretended to rub it with his right hand.

"That's right, that's right. A gust of wind came from somewhere just now. It's much better now."

Jiuzhe saw that the two of them were fine, so he didn't pay too much attention and was ready to answer Wuwei's previous question.

"This season, our journey is over." When Jiuzhe said this, his mouth tightened and his mood began to decline.

Ending, such a simple yet heavy word.

The five people in the lounge lowered their heads in unison and looked at their toes.

Yes, this season is over, and they will not be able to participate in subsequent games. They can only watch other teams stand on that dazzling stage.

"But I have watched your performance throughout the whole season, and I only want to use one word to describe your evaluation." Jiuzhe spoke in an elevated tone.

Although the five members of the Nanjing Hero Jiujing team did not look at Jiuzhe, their bodies were leaning forward and their ears were already perked up, anticipating Jiuzhe's judgment on them.

Jiuzhe glanced around and felt happy when he saw the childish appearance of the five people.

They were all adults, still behaving like children.

He didn't show off, and said: "biu Dove."

A stream of broken English came out of Jiuzhe's mouth, leaving everyone confused.

"Philosophy, what do you mean?" Wuwei scratched his head and asked without fear of death.

"Beautiful, you don't understand English, do you?" Jiuzhe scolded with a smile.

"Zhijiao, that's beautiful, not Biu Dove." Jiuku retorted bravely.

After Jiuzhe listened to Jiuku's pronunciation and compared it with his own, he felt that he didn't feel he had mispronounced it!

"Um, isn't it the same?"

"It's different." The other four people said in unison.

"That's my reason, the pronunciation is not standard."

Seeing Jiuzhe admit his mistake in person, the five members of the team seemed to have seen a ghost. This has never happened before.

"Forget it, I won't have a meeting today." Jiuzhe took out his phone and looked at the time and found that it was very late.

The game started at [-] o'clock in the evening, and the two sides played a total of seven games. It was almost early morning.

"Have you packed up? Let's go directly."

"Come on, Zhejiao, I'll put this clothes into my backpack." Xinghen rolled the coat in his hand into a ball, and he used brute force to directly fill the backpack.

When Jiuzhe saw this, he immediately walked over, took out Xinghen's clothes, folded them neatly, and put them into his backpack.

"When you get back to the base, come and get it from me."

"Ok."

After several years of transformation, Jiuzhe's heart is very different from before. Perhaps it's because he gets older and his heart softens.

He sat on the sofa and looked at these busy young men as if they were his own children.

"It seems that I need to change my coaching style, otherwise others will be afraid when they see me." Jiuzhe laughed in his heart.

"Philosophy." An unusually familiar voice came from the door. It had been a long time since I heard him call me that way.

Jiuzhe was shocked and slowly turned his head to look at the place where the sound came from. A thin figure appeared in his sight.

"Jiucheng."

"Zhijiao, we haven't contacted you for a long time." Jiucheng's tone was relaxed, without any of the gunpowder smell from before.

The feud between the two has long been an open matter in the alliance. After all, the incident was very big at the time.

"Yes! We haven't contacted each other for a long time." Jiuzhe's face froze, thinking that Jiucheng was here to mock him, but his behavior was not.

"Senior brother, you are so good at keeping promises at Baili. Can I ask you for advice?" Qingrong shouted generously.

Jiucheng was stunned for a moment, then realized that he seemed to be Qingrong's senior brother.

"anytime."

Jiuzhe stood up and pulled Jiucheng outside. He congratulated: "Congratulations on advancing to the semi-finals. What do you want from me?"

Jiucheng looked at Jiuzhe in front of him and realized that he didn't recognize him.

In fact, he had arrived at the door a long time ago and wanted to wait for Jiuzhe to finish cursing before going in. He didn't expect to see such a tender side of him.

If Jiuzhe hadn't been so heartless before, maybe the outcome of the two of them...