The boss always wants to smack me

The scene returned to chaos, and everyone began to sign up for dishes.

What about Australian lobster, king crab, sashimi...

The coach's face turned green when he heard this.

He had to interrupt everyone's imagination: "If you have the time to daydream, why not train hard!"

Now when it comes to training, everyone is much more energetic.

Return to the training ground immediately.

Seeing the players' momentum, the team leader smiled and asked the coach: "Do you want them to win or do you want them to lose?"

"No need to ask, of course I won!"

The coach replied cheerfully.

It's that word "win" with a bit of gritted teeth.

After hearing this, the team leader smiled.

After his smile subsided, he turned his gaze to the back of a person.

Compared with the bustle of the others, Jiang Mobai's back looked a bit desolate.

The coach was also looking at Jiang Mobai.

Thinking of this guy's recent performance, the coach frowned and murmured: "If he continues like this, something will happen easily."

The team leader also had this worry.

Sighing slightly, he asked the people around him: "Is it because we put too much pressure on him?"

"No, the one who really puts pressure on him is himself. He has a knot in his heart."

Regarding the knot in my heart, the team leader also saw it.

But there was nothing he could do.

As bystanders, they can do very little.

Now I just hope that Jiang Mobai can see through the confusing situation he is in and wake up soon.

On the other side, Jiang Mobai didn't know that he had become a big problem in the eyes of the coach and team leader.

Compared to the noisiness of others, he seemed too quiet.

When Wang Zi saw this, he came over and asked, "Do you mind what the coach just said? He is just worried about you."

"I don't mind, really."

Jiang Mobai's tone was calm and there was no expression on his face.

His reaction made Wang Zi unclear whether Jiang Mobai was telling the truth or a lie.

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Zi decided to follow Jiang Mobai's words and continue: "If you don't mind, why are you still worried?"

"Because I'm thinking about something."

"What's the problem? Is it related to racing?"

"Not closed."

"Uh……"

Wang Zi scratched his head, feeling that he couldn't continue talking today.

But he wanted to help Jiang Mobai share his worries, so he shamelessly recommended himself: "Why don't you tell me? I'm quite competent as a listener."

"It's all little things. There's nothing to say. Just train hard."

Jiang Mobai patted Wang Zi on the shoulder, then quickened his pace and got into the racing car.

Wang Zi knew that Jiang Mobai ended the topic unilaterally.

but……

Is it really just a small thing?

There was a hint of worry in Wang Zi's eyebrows.

……

The friendly match was played in a drizzle.

There are no spectators in the arena.

Only raindrops fell in a steady patter.

Although the drizzle was lingering, it could not hinder the enthusiasm of the scene at all.

Racing cars were racing through the rain, roaring continuously.

After several laps, Jiang Mobai came out on top.

His former coach didn't show any embarrassment and instead applauded Jiang Mobai.

There is no shame in losing to an opponent of Jiang Mobai's level.

but……

The old coach took advantage of Jiang Mobai's rest, walked up to him, and said what he meant: "You performed very well today, but this is not an individual competition. You have to consider the cooperation of the team."

"I know."

"But you can't do it. Why, are you worried that the team is too weak, so you plan to rely on one person to rush forward and shorten the gap? Do you not trust your teammates so much?"

After hearing this, Jiang Mobai, who had always been calm, finally lost his temper.

He frowned and looked at the old coach.

The old coach smiled and said, "Don't look at me like that. I don't want to suppress you, I just want to have a simple chat with you."

"We are all on our own, there is nothing to talk about."

"But the love for racing is the same. Just this, can't we talk about it?"

This reason made Jiang Mobai unable to object.

He didn't speak.

The old coach seized the opportunity and continued: "To be honest, we all think that you, a kid from a rich family, cannot support the team. Even if you do it, it will be just a show. But you slapped us in the face with the facts, which is really disappointing. People are impressed.”

The old coach's praise is not a compliment.

He sighed from the bottom of his heart.

But in the next sentence, he changed the topic again: "Give your teammates more trust, and don't tighten yourself too much, especially..."

The old coach glanced at Jiang Mobai's legs and continued: "Don't overdraw your body."

His words were suggestive.

After Jiang Mobai heard this, his eyes moved slightly and he turned sideways.

It can be seen from these small actions that Jiang Mobai does not want to continue talking about this topic.

But the less he wanted to talk, the more the old coach talked about it.

After all, good advice is hard to hear.

But before they could say a few words, their chat was interrupted by Wang Zi.

Wang Zi stood between the two of them carelessly, holding his chin high, and said to the old coach: "We are going to have a celebration dinner, excuse me!"

Eating a big meal or something is secondary.

The focus is on "celebration".

And some "traitors" are not worthy to stay and share the fruits of victory!

Wang Zi raised his eyebrows and stared at the old coach, with a bit of provocation in his eyes.

The old coach didn't take this childish behavior to heart.

Instead, he said sincerely: "Seeing that you have survived, I am happy for you, so keep up the good work."

After saying that, the old coach turned and left.

Wang Zi rolled his eyes with disdain on his face: "It's so fake!"

After saying that, Wang Zi dragged Jiang Mobai to complain together.

After talking for a while, Jiang Mobai didn't respond at all.

Wang Zi couldn't help but ask: "Brother Mo Bai, do you listen to me?"

Jiang Mobai... didn't listen.

All his attention was on his legs.

My right leg below the knee... suddenly lost all feeling!

How is this going?

Jiang Mobai was a little at a loss.

But he didn't say a word to Wang Zi. He just held his fingers tightly on the railing and said, "I want to be quiet for a while."

"Brother Mo Bai, are you angry? Actually, you don't have to worry, those people don't really care for us..."

"Okay, I told you, let me be quiet!"

Jiang Mobai interrupted Wang Zi somewhat roughly.

He felt like... he couldn't hold on any longer!

Wang Zi was stunned by his roar.

He blinked again before walking away silently.

After walking a few steps, Wang Zi looked back worriedly.

Brother Mo Bai... what's going on?

Wang Zi didn't know why.

All he could do was sigh deeply, and then leave with a worried look on his face.

It wasn't until the footsteps behind him could no longer be heard that Jiang Mobai held his hands on the railing and slowly sat on the ground.

Jiang Mobai kept massaging himself with his hands to relieve himself.

After about ten minutes, I slowly regained consciousness.

Jiang Mobai breathed a sigh of relief.

But what followed was a huge sense of fear.

He simply couldn't imagine making such a mistake during the game...

Jiang Mobai shook his head vigorously, trying to shake some horrific scenes out of his head.