How to Lead a Talented Team

After returning to the room, He Yuzheng, who had been clamoring to sleep, suddenly became sleepy after taking a shower. When Jiang Fang also came out of the shower, he rushed to Jiang Fang and patted his pajamas: " Look, does it look familiar?"

The orange-yellow jersey with black stripes briefly accompanied Jiang Fang when he was a teenager for two years. Jiang Fang stared at the jersey and nodded.

"I'm wearing No. 4, Qihe's." He Yuzheng turned around again and showed Jiang Fang the number and name printed on his back: "He went to youth training with you, do you remember? Now he is promoted First team, take number 4."

"Remember." Jiang Fang said.

"Actually, I brought the unprinted one." He Yuzheng looked at Jiang Fang's back as he walked to the balcony, and couldn't help but said, "I originally wanted to sign a masterpiece for you after you signed the contract."

Jiang Fang's back stopped, he opened the window, and when he turned around, He Yuzheng had already taken out the unprinted Shenghe FC jersey from the suitcase.

"Why don't you wear this when you get ready tomorrow?" He Yuzheng probed.

Jiang Fang shook his head. He leaned on the balcony, and the night wind blew by. Disappointment flashed in He Yuzheng's eyes. He put the jersey back. He didn't know if he was talking to himself or Jiang Fang. His tone was depressed. Sad: "Why don't you come with me? I won't sell you..."

"He Yuzheng." Jiang Fang's voice was a little cold mixed with the evening wind.

He Yuzheng raised his head, but Jiang Fang slightly raised his lips, smiling at him.

"Don't waste time on me." He said this time more sincerely than ever before, with a sigh and clear eyes, as if trying to persuade a friend who has lost his temper.

He Yuzheng was a little dazed, for some reason, when Jiang Fang smiled at him like this, he seemed to be even more sad, He Yuzheng blinked, then lowered his head: "You don't care."

The room was really quiet for a while, only the rustling sound of the night wind blowing the curtains, He Yuzheng was still squatting on the ground and packing his luggage, Jiang Fang leaned against the balcony and stood under the moonlight, his eyes fell on He Yuzheng , has been watching this for a long time.

Until a discordant voice came from the next door——

——"Great!" "Ahhh!" "Ugh~~~"

......

He Yuzheng tilted his head, looked at the direction of the sound with an outrageous expression, and then looked up at Jiang Fang: "Is the sound insulation here... so bad?"

Jiang Fang turned and closed the window: "I didn't sleep just now, but now I can't sleep even if I want to."

There was gloating in his words, He Yuzheng gritted his teeth, and closed the suitcase: "I'm a terrible sleeper, and no one can wake me up."

But it turns out that what Jiang Fang said was correct. Ten minutes after He Yuzheng lay on the bed, there was a hot magic sound from the room on the right that was not inferior to the room on the left, accompanied by the creaking sound of the wooden bed. Facing the attack, He Yuzheng was almost dumbfounded: "Did you live in this kind of room before?"

"Yeah." Jiang Fang lay on the bed, put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes to rest his mind. He Yuzheng tossed and turned on the bed, using pillows and quilts, no matter how he plugged his ears, it didn't help. After half an hour, He Yuzheng sat up angrily: " Why did they take so long?!"

Jiang Fang opened his eyes, and He Yuzheng's red cheeks and neck were still obvious under the dim light, but he probably wasn't thinking about anything else, he was just angry.

"Because they are all football players." Jiang Fang explained to He Yuzheng cryptically.

He Yuzheng turned his head and looked at Jiang Fang who was lying down, his bright black pupils were full of puzzlement.Jiang Fang looked at him without blinking, and He Yuzheng felt his breathing was a little hot, and then a string in his brain straightened instantly.

The moment He Yuzheng's eyes widened, Jiang Fang smiled again.

A feeling of shame climbed up from He Yuzheng's neck, all the way to her cheeks and then to the tips of her ears. He Yuzheng crawled back into bed, wrapped herself tightly, and stopped being irritable.

Jiang Fang's words are not too difficult to understand-a game is 90 minutes, even if there is a 15-minute intermission, but as a professional football player, it is the most basic to ensure that you have the ability to run continuously for about two hours.

And the sports going on in the left and right rooms are much easier than the fierce running and collision on the field.

There was no reason for He Yuzheng's momentary embarrassment, but the culprit must have been the person who just stared at him and smiled.

"Are you looking down on me? Because I didn't react immediately?" He Yuzheng's voice was muffled, but there was a little anger.

"No."

"Why would I immediately think of that aspect? Although I'm a boy, I'm only 17 years old, and I haven't..." He Yuzheng was embarrassed to go on, and for the first time felt that he was talking too much.

"I know." After He Yuzheng was silent for a moment, Jiang Fang's voice sounded softly: "I didn't look down on you."

"Hmm." He Yuzheng uttered a syllable under the quilt to indicate that he heard it.

......

As the night deepened, the teenagers with their own concerns slowly fell asleep in the strange air.

"He Yuzheng." The voice was not gentle, but very soft.

He Yuzheng was in a dazed sleep. He opened his eyes with difficulty. Jiang Fang was already dressed and standing beside the bed. He Yuzheng looked out of the window subconsciously. There was only a little light in the gaps in the curtains. It was about six o'clock now. arrive.

He Yuzheng gave a shallow "hmm": "I don't eat breakfast, I can't get up." He was about to get under the quilt as he said that, but the quilt was caught by Jiang Fang and couldn't be pulled up.

"I'm going out for training, you come with me." Jiang Fang didn't speak in a negotiating tone, and even pulled the quilt.

"Why!" He Yuzheng felt a little disturbed. He and Jiang Fang looked at each other in the dark, and when Jiang Fang looked at him indifferently but firmly, he suddenly felt guilty, and then sat up slowly.

Thanks to He Yuzheng's speed, Jiang Fang arrived at the stadium in the early [-] o'clock. Most of the players had already started training. Jiang Fang's training uniform was black. When he arrived at the court, he gave He Yuzheng his equipment and ran quickly. Go in and pass the ball to the player who is also wearing the black training uniform.

Tong Xu, whom He Yuzheng saw last night, was also standing by the court.

"What's your relationship with Jiang Fang?" Tong Xu asked familiarly.

He Yuzheng is observing all aspects of Jiang Fang's physical quality, speed, reaction, and golf quotient. Among this group of people, Jiang Fang's various aspects of quality are not as strong as 01:30.

"Friend." He Yuzheng replied hastily, he didn't like the unscrupulous businessmen of this kind of underground team.After a pause, He Yuzheng suddenly thought of something. He looked at Tong Xu: "Brother Xu, how did you get Jiang Fang to play football?"

Tong Xu squinted his eyes, thinking that this little devil's face changed really quickly.

"Jiang Fang didn't come to him from me. He entrusted someone to find me. He asked for a pay-per-view payment and not to sign a long-term contract." Tong Xu replied, and then joked: "Aren't you friends? You don't know that? "

He Yuzheng choked up for a moment, and he changed the topic: "Where is the venue for the competition tonight?"

At this moment Tong Xu looked at him and laughed twice without saying a word, He Yuzheng gasped and said in disbelief: "Here?!"

"Underground football games, there is no regular court for them to play." Tong Xu said casually, but He Yuzheng was hairy all over. He stared at the field that was only two-thirds of the football field. There was no turf in this field. It is hard and rough cement!

He Yuzheng looked at Jiang Fang who was practicing obstacle running. Jiang Fang seemed to sense his gaze and also stared at him. He Yuzheng's expression was stiff, and his eyes were red because of unbelievable emotions.

Jiang Fang stopped, but only stayed there for two seconds, did not come over, and then turned his head to continue training.

"What about kicking someone to death?" He Yuzheng asked after a long time before he calmed down.

"They signed the certificate of life and death." Tong Xu patted He Yuzheng on the shoulder: "But Jiang Fang is fine, he has always been the one who bumps hardest."

He Yuzheng stood on the sidelines for an unknown how long, until Jiang Fang came over and called his name before he came back to his senses.

"Are you crazy?" He Yuzheng raised his head, his tone was calm, but he bit each word hard. He pointed to the hard concrete floor: "You want to play wild ball in this kind of place?"

Jiang Fang's expression remained unchanged: "Yes."

"You want to play wild football on the concrete floor without wearing any protective gear, and you will be hit once every ten seconds, and you will play for 90 minutes?" He Yuzheng asked repeatedly. He felt terrified, and even more outrageous.

Most of the players on the court left to rest in twos and threes. Jiang Fang didn't seem to hear what he said, but asked, "Want to have lunch?"

"You also signed the life and death certificate." The two confronted each other on the sidelines of the court.

Jiang Fang lowered his head slightly, his eyes fell on the sneakers, he didn't answer He Yuzheng, but he didn't leave either.

"You refused to sign a contract with me, but you can sign a life-and-death certificate in this kind of competition." He Yuzheng sarcastically said: "You really treat a talent that no one else can ask for as fart."

In the next second, Jiang Fang was thrown into the equipment bag in his hand.

"I don't watch it, I, He Yuzheng, can't watch any big games, what stars can't I know? I'm out of my mind to watch people like you play in this kind of rubbish place!"

Jiang Fang heard the boy's footsteps getting farther and farther away. After a long time, he raised his head and only looked at the direction of He Yuzheng's departure, light and silent like a sparrow falling on a wire.

Jiang Fang picked up his equipment bag and walked quietly towards the restaurant. At this time, footsteps approached behind him, accompanied by a joke: "What? Did you quarrel with your partner?"

Lai Ren was on the same team as Jiang Fang, a big brother who was almost 40 years old, and his name was Huang Ke.

Huang Ke put his arm on Jiang Fang's shoulder: "Win the game tonight and buy a little thing to make fun of, how can someone not quarrel?"

Jiang Fang didn't explain, just said: "I'll wait for you at the stadium at 02:30 p.m. and tell them to come over and continue practicing."

Huang Ke was stunned for a moment, then nodded. If you want to say that the soul of their team is definitely Jiang Fang, even if it was a field game without rules, he would definitely control the rhythm and score of the whole game, so the people in the team will listen to him.

At [-]:[-] p.m., the wild field is no longer as desolate as it was in the daytime. The three floors around the field are densely packed with people, whether they are high-ranking officials or rich and famous people. Thrilling and crazy, no one can sit still.

At eight o'clock, with the whistle of the referee, dozens of fireworks around the crowd were launched into the sky at the same time, and the explosion of fireworks ignited the passion of the audience, sparks were flying in the air, and the hot carnival in the crowd was unparalleled.

After the fireworks were lifted into the air, players from the two teams walked into the stadium from two directions. The jerseys were divided into black and white. Each player had a number on the back, but no name.

Jiang Fang stood at the end of the black team. After he played, the audience was obviously more restless. Someone even took the lead in shouting his name. The audience who just started playing did not know Jiang Fang, but as long as they played in this circle for more than a year All the old players know that as long as they press Jiang Fang, they will definitely win.

"Grass! You look so good! Why didn't you introduce such a game to me earlier?!" A fat middle-aged man looked at Jiang Fang with glowing eyes, tearing at Jiang Fang amidst the shouts of "Jiang Fang" all over the place. Use your voice to talk to people around you.

"Stinky. Damn." He Yuzheng muttered silently, and then moved away from the fat man. He was wearing a peaked cap and a mask, standing in the audience area of ​​the black team, staring unwillingly at the captain wearing the captain's armband. He was pressing his ear with one hand, and with the other hand, he was making all the players move closer to him, and he was laying out tactics with his head down.