gentle captain zheng

【private chat】

Zheng Xuan: Let me dig the wall ^^

Zheng Xuan: Cangshui's training camp really won't come? Boy^^

Baby: ==

Baby: I want to go qwq

Zheng Xuan: Haha

Baby: [dazed]

Baby: I really want to go.

Baby: [Selfie with serious eyes.jpg]

Zheng Xuan saved the photo with a smile, turned his phone down, and turned around to take the registration form handed over by the manager.

"These are selected by the boss from the eliminated list." The manager smiled awkwardly, "I think there is still potential."

The faces are indeed very potential, they are all handsome men and beautiful women.

Before Zheng Xuan could speak, Xiang Nan on the side reached out and snatched the registration form, flipping through it and saying, "Okay, it's pretty good."

Zheng Xuan glanced at him.

In the past, when this happened, Xiang Nan would taunt directly.

Xiang Nan stuffed the registration form back into Zheng Xuan's hands, with an extremely serene expression on his face, and persuaded Zheng Xuan very Buddhistly: "Team Zheng, look carefully, it's a garbage team anyway, two more good-looking ones, sell more money Hey, Manager Sun, ask these handsome men and beauties if they can drink. In this way, go directly to the art school opposite Santiao Road to find them. sleep."

Zheng Xuan winked at him disapprovingly.

The manager's face was ugly: "Brother Nan, it's just a training camp. Those who are not strong enough will still be eliminated. Which one in the main election was not selected by you and Brother Xuan?"

"Did I choose Sheng Ling?" Xiang Nan asked back.

The manager laughed and said, "Aren't you on good terms with Sheng Ling?"

"I still have a very good relationship with you, Brother Sun," Xiang Nan put his arm on the manager's shoulder, "Do you think I am a person who does not distinguish between public and private? Do you think I will be willing to let you play?"

"Haha." The manager laughed dryly.

Xiang Nan slowed down his tone a bit: "Cangshui's training camp has a fixed number of places. If you let one in, Team Zheng and I will choose one less person. What should we do?"

The manager said: "I also raised this question. Mr. Qian means that it doesn't matter if there are two more places. Anyway, even if the trainees come every year, some trainees can't bear it and have to run away."

Xiang Nan also took a step back: "Don't touch the people chosen by Team Zheng and me, and you can do whatever you like with the rest."

The manager just nodded.

Jiang Mingchen didn't wait for Zheng Xuan's reply, knowing that he had something to do there, so he didn't wait, and turned off his phone to do his own thing.

The Golden Stone team is also preparing to recruit new things, and held a high-level meeting for this purpose.

The so-called high-level meeting was actually attended by all members of Team Goldstone—the manager, Zhao Liao, Zhongzhengxuan, Jiang Mingchen, and Zhao Liao's son (a golden retriever).

Five seconds into the meeting, it was almost time to end, because Zhao Liao yawned, hugged his son, slapped the table, and closed the case: "So who, you divide the list into occupations, and those occupations took the registration form and went back. Choose by yourself, choose to raise yourself, that’s it.”

All the candidates said that this is a good idea, very genius.

Jiang Mingchen played with his mobile phone consciously. He felt that the team was hopeless anyway.

The manager was heartbroken, and before everyone was about to get up and leave the venue, he said: "Everyone! Everyone, wait a moment! Give me 5 minutes!"

Everyone generally decides whether to give him face or not depending on their mood. Today, they are in a good mood, so they sat back.

The manager sighed: "Vice Jiang and I have discussed this matter seriously."

Everyone turned their attention to Jiang Mingchen who was (forced) to sit on Zhao Liao's right hand side.

Jiang Mingchen turned off his phone, met the manager's eyes asking for help, hesitated, and said, "The manager thinks that we should change the team composition."

A group of players who are obsessed with competing for output are numb in the main election.

Zhengxuan He Chang, who was forced to be a nurse, became interested and asked, "Does that mean I don't need to be a nurse anymore?"

Zhao Liao gave him a look of "Are you mentally handicapped?"

"I'll go, the agreed lottery will take turns! Every time I'm at the bottom of the output ranking!" He Chang was not convinced, "You guys won't win by force!"

Zhang Xu, the swordsman bamboo horse on his left, accused him righteously: "You still export a milk, every time we don't talk about you, you still talk about it yourself, nonsense."

"I'm making trouble with your sister!" He Chang slapped the table, "It's agreed to take turns by drawing lots! Lie to me again!"

Zhao Liao cast a look impatiently: "Beep beep go out beep. Chenchen, go ahead."

Jiang Mingchen opened his notebook, his voice was not loud, but it was very clear: "According to the normal and common team configuration of "Four Seas", it usually consists of 1 main attacker, 2 secondary attackers, 1 nurse, 1 status support and 1 free match. Six people are officially playing against a team. Among them, it is best to cooperate with 1 close attack and 1 long attack for the secondary attack. The specific professional combination is still to be negotiated. It is not too late to wait for the team to invite a coach to make a decision. proportional coordination."

Zhao Liao waved his hand: "Okay."

Jiang Mingchen glanced at the manager.

The manager bit the bullet and said: "But can Zhengxuan also—"

"We played very well in the previous game." The main player began to beep, "It's just that He Chang has no milk."

"Yeah, I almost had the number one output in a game." Zhengxuan B followed with a beep, "It's just that He Chang has no milk."

"I almost won the last game, rely on it." The third party in the main election also beeped, "It's just that He Chang has no milk."

He Chang crawled along the table and wrestled with them on the spot. The beautiful mixed-race girl in the middle took the coffee away with a blank expression, got up and retreated to the window, and continued to sip.

Zhao Liao yawned: "I'm going to let the dog bite people if you quarrel again."

His three-month-old little golden retriever son wagged his tail in response to his words, and licked the molar stick in his hand.

Jiang Mingchen closed his eyes in despair.

The manager was also desperate, but he didn't give in. He was full of ambition, and he continued to fight: "Can the main draft take this opportunity to make professional adjustments? Show up with a new lineup next season?"

Zhao Liao yawned again: "If you post your career in the group, whoever wants to change it. Is there nothing else to do? The meeting will end if you don't."

The candidates immediately got up and left.

He Chang is still wrestling with others: "I'm not a milk anymore!"

The man was in a hurry to leave, so he had to say perfunctorily: "We have ten people, and six of us will be on the field. Except for the captain, you will not have a bye. What else do you want? I will play every field for you!"

He Chang thought about it, and it seemed the same.

Although everyone meant that milk was not needed or rare, but the manager insisted on this last stubbornness, so He Chang was allowed to play every game last season.After getting rid of the fixed Zhao Liao, the remaining four spots will all be drawn by lot.

After everyone went out in a row, Zhao Liao also released the golden retriever, lying listlessly on the conference table, with his face buried in his arms.

The manager asked cautiously: "Team Zhao, can we talk about inviting the coach?"

He waited for ten seconds, but Zhao Liao ignored him.

The manager had no choice but to look helplessly at Jiang Mingchen again.

Jiang Mingchen hesitated, and said, "Team Zhao fell asleep. He approved the appointment of the coach, so you should be responsible for it. After the negotiation is concluded, prepare the contract and ask him to sign it."

The manager thought to himself, he was afraid that after the negotiation was concluded, the old man would repent and deny it, and he would lose his favor.

But after Jiang Mingchen said that, the manager had no choice but to nod, and asked again: "What about recruiting new people and changing jobs?"

"According to what was said at the meeting, recruit and screen new ones according to your wishes. The new professional configuration can only be confirmed after the coach is in place, and then sent to the group after confirmation." Jiang Mingchen's voice was a little softer, "Besides that, Besides, I can't help it."

The manager knew how difficult this group of rich N-generations were, so he nodded and left without saying anything.

Jiang Mingchen lowered his head and closed the notebook spread out on the table, and Zhao Liao grabbed his wrist unexpectedly.He subconsciously wanted to break free, but Zhao Liao held on so tightly that his fingertips were turning white, and he spoke in a lazy nasal voice, as if coquettishly speaking, "I haven't slept well these days."

Jiang Mingchen held the notebook in the other hand, stood still, did not speak, and was ready to leave at any time.

"Can you go back to sleep in my room?" Zhao Liao was still lying on the table, but turned his face slightly, his thin bangs half covered the exposed eye, with a somewhat innocent look, and said, "You move back to sleep with me, and I'll let them change jobs."

Jiang Mingchen thought for a while.

It's not thinking whether to agree or not, but thinking about how to refuse in order not to offend Zhao Liao.

Now the relationship between him and Zhao Liao is on a very delicate cordon. Zhao Liao hasn't troubled him for the time being, but he doesn't know when it will explode again.

"Separate business and private matters." In the end, Jiang Mingchen said so calmly.

Zhao Liao was not angry, but just sighed, still holding his hand, shaking it lightly, pretending to be good: "I have been practicing hard these days."

Jiang Mingchen shook his head: "The team is yours, Zhao Liao, not mine. You are not practicing for me, and the manager is making plans for your team."

He wanted to remind Zhao Liao to accept the manager's plan.

Zhao Liao said uninterestedly: "If you didn't like it, I would be full to make this thing? Then what do you like? Don't you really like this game? Don't tell me you like to buy it in online games. A piece of land to build a house? Crazy, you want to buy a house, I actually bought it for you, but you don’t want it.”

Jiang Mingchen was silent for a while, and said in a low voice, "I just like to do something from scratch."

Take it easy and patiently to do one thing seriously and attentively.This matter may not be done well, it may not be easy, or it may be something, but this process is very pleasant.

Just like Zheng Xuan.

Jiang Mingchen thought again of Zheng Xuan arranging the dishes on the dining table with a smile on his face. At that moment, time seemed to be gentle.

He even remembered that Zheng Xuan's house was the same as countless other people's houses from the beginning, with nothing in it, but Zheng Xuan went in and changed the empty house one by one until the house became as full as it is now.

Every time Jiang Mingchen thinks of Zheng Xuan, he feels that life is beautiful.It seems that no matter what life itself is like, it can become something to look forward to in Zheng Xuan's smile.

Zhao Liao directly understood that Jiang Mingchen wanted to win the championship.

"You want to win the championship?" Zhao Liao asked.

"..."

Today, Jiang Mingchen is also talking with Zhao Liaoji.