Number one, please cooperate with my position

I went to bed early last night, and now I wake up early. For the first time, Lin Zheng woke up before twelve o'clock.

"The coach asked me to take it." Yu Zhe opened the refrigerator on the left, took two bottles of yogurt from the upper shelf, lowered his head and inserted a straw into a bottle of blueberry, walked up to Yan Ran and handed it to him, "Lao Chi said no more If you take it out, it should be moldy in the safe."

Yan Ran took the yogurt, brought the straw to his mouth and took a sip, but his eyes were fixed on Yu Zhe, and he chewed the fruit in his mouth.

"It's time to get moldy." Lin Zheng also opened the refrigerator and took a bottle of yogurt with a blank expression. This is his normal routine every morning. "But you still have to be careful, it's the coach's sweetheart."

"Sweetie?" Yan Ran instantly raised his head, he didn't expect that the coach of this team is not ordinary, this habit is too extreme, "No... not bad."

Lin Zheng stood in front of the refrigerator in a daze for a few seconds, turned his head to look at Yanran who couldn't say anything, and smiled clearly: "What do you think so much about, a kid? This trophy is meaningful."

"Hey, this trophy seems to be the third time we won the game, right?" Hatahata took the trophy from Yanran, as if he was looking at the lunch he just had before going upstairs, "Originally, the game we played before The scale is relatively small, but since that game, the team's popularity has suddenly increased for some reason."

Lin Zheng slammed the door of the refrigerator, and realized, "Yes, yes, I also remembered, the organizer of that competition seemed to have prepared our championship trophy from the very beginning, and engraved it on it. The Chinese and English translations of our team's name."

"Yeah, just because of this, the coach really cried bitterly at that time." Hatahata sighed.

Yu Zhe drank the yogurt in one gulp, and remotely threw the packaging box into the trash can in front of the tea table.

"Hey, correct me, it's not crying." Yu Zhe pulled Hatata's wrist, forcing the other party to show Yanran the Chinese translation of the team's name on the trophy base, "That's old tears."

Yan Ran frowned, dazzled by the glaring light, it took him a while to see the four words clearly.

Moment of light.

"To be honest, if the team wasn't very popular at that time, I would have thought that the organizer was waiting for us to participate." Lin Zheng sat down in front of the computer, feeling a little nostalgic.

It's a pity that there was no news from the sponsor after that.

The trophies also look like they were made to order.They have played many games along the way, and all the trophies are engraved with either a single ID or a team name. It was the first time their team's full name was engraved on the trophies.

When the award was presented, Lao Chi was very happy to see the English translation of the name, until he saw the Chinese translation of the base on the car back to the base.

Chinese characters, gold font.

It was only at that time that the whole team knew what the team name meant, and understood what the team name meant.

It is the belief since the establishment of the club.

When the members of the second team came to the third floor, Lao Chi walked into the training room with his waist supported, with dark circles under his eyes: "Last night I spent a whole night thinking about the team's official announcement, why did that brat insist on arguing with me?" .”

"Come on, don't say that, I just want an official announcement that is very different from the previous one." He Jian popped up from behind Lao Chi and pushed him onto the sofa, "But you change it over and over again." It’s almost the same as before, and you’re not satisfied with what I’ve changed, it’s just a matter of days.”

After a few days of melee, He Jian established a good relationship with the entire team by virtue of his familiarity. He even knew the names of the cooking aunts in the base.

"Go and play by yourself." Lao Chi glared at the team members who were watching the play, and a surge of anger rose from his heart, "It depends on what the hell it is, train me!"

He Jian flatteringly poured Lao Chi a glass of water, unlocked the phone and started a new round of copywriting editing.

In the entire training room, there was only the sound of rapid typing on the keyboard, and within a few minutes, a few from the first team were yelling at the second team.

Lao Chi sat on the sofa alone for a while, looked at Yan Ran's back for nearly 10 minutes, got up and patted him on the shoulder: "Yan Ran, come here."

Yan Ran suddenly flicked on the gaming chair, took off the earphones around his neck, and followed Lao Chi to the conference room.