As the head coach, he must be the last person to leave after every training. But today when Eames walked out of Kings Ranch, it was already dark, but he found that Ingrich was still waiting for him at the door.

"I have something to talk to you about, Terry."

Seeing Eames come out, Ingrich couldn't help but meet him.

"I know what you want to say to me, but you said." Eames was not surprised.

"I want to know your intention to arrange Chu and Russell together, and don't use excuses like this to resolve the conflict between them to perfunctory me." Ingrich looked at Eames with a serious face.

Eames shrugged: "In fact, I really came up with this idea to resolve the conflict between them..."

"But the result is that their conflicts are getting more and more intense."

"There is always a process to solve the problem, Nicky." Eames said as he walked. "We can't pull the two of them together and force them to shake hands and make peace, and think there is no conflict between them. You know, football is a competitive sport in the final analysis, emphasizing confrontation, honor and confrontation are eternal themes."

Of course Ingrich understood this principle. "But what does this have to do with the contradiction between them?"

"So now I force them together and let them be a small group. What do you think of?" Eames laughed proudly, which was the idea he came up with after two nights.

But Ingrich was pouring his cold water: "I think they will fall apart, Terry. You don't see them working together, you just see them blaming each other, teasing each other, and pulling each other's back."

Looking at Ingrich's serious expression, Eames's smile froze. He suddenly didn't know how to convince his partner, so he had to mutter: "Then let's wait and see, Nicky."

After saying that, he speeded up his feet.

"Let's have some excitement, Terry." Ingrich suddenly shouted at him from behind. "Let's bet your way won't work!"

"How much?" Eames stopped and turned to his partner.

"One hundred pounds."

"No problem." Eames waved his hand and turned around and walked away.

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During Saturday's training class, Eames issued new rules:

"I will give you a score every time you train, according to your performance in training. In the two-person group, each person's personal score will be included in the group points, and the group with the lowest score will be punished."

When he said this, his eyes were looking at Chu Zhongtian and Russell.

A series of discussion sounded among the players. Someone asked loudly: "Boss, what kind of punishment is it?"

"All kinds," Eames replied. "You must believe that as your head coach, I have a lot of experience in teasing people. If you are curious, you can try it yourself."

"Uh...no need..." Amid the laughter of his teammates, the person who asked the question shrank his neck.

Seeing that everyone didn't ask any questions, Eames clapped his face: "So OK, start today's training. Today's training program is still in possession of the ball."

As soon as he heard about today's training subjects, Russell laughed. He glanced proudly at Chu Zhongtian on the other side of the crowd, thinking that you are so beautiful now!

Borger said to Russell from the side: "Don't be polite, let that boy lose more people!"

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"Okay, today's training ends here." After the relaxation jog, Eames walked up to summarize the players.

"I hope you haven't forgotten what I said at the beginning of today's training. The worst-performing group will be punished." He raised the record board in his hand, "Now I'll announce the group that needs punishment." He pointed to Chu Zhongtian.

"Chu, and Russell. You two come out!"

Chu Zhongtian walked out, and Russell was a little surprised: "Boss, I performed well..." He pointed at himself and said slightly.

"We are in the same group, sissy." Chu Zhongtian suddenly laughed happily and said to Russell beside him.

Eames nodded and stood in the same trench with Chu Zhongtian: "You are in the same group. I have said before that personal performance should also be included in the group performance. If you don't understand this sentence, I am willing to explain it to you. If Chu's performance is not good..." He pointed to Chu Zhongtian, "Your group performance is not good. If your performance is not good, Chu will also be punished with you. Do you understand now?"

Russell's face changed immediately when he heard Eames say this. During training, he often deliberately made Chu Zhongtian and made him look ugly, but he didn't expect to be trapped in his own way.

"The punishment for you is to sprint back and forth, from one penalty area to another. Sprint back and forth forty times. Note that I'm talking about 40 times back and forth, not once, but once."

Russell's face was ashes, which was one of the most feared punishments he feared...

"Ha!" This time it was Chu Zhongtian's turn to laugh out loud. This punishment was so fucking pleasing to him!

Borger didn't expect that he encouraged Russell to fool Chu Zhongtian, but his good friend ended up like this. He stood next to Russell and patted Russell on the shoulder awkwardly: "Uh... I didn't mean it, really... Alai..."

Russell didn't listen to him at all. He now thought of running from this penalty area to that penalty area and rushing back, four or forty times! His heart was about to stop beating.

Damn! He really wants to curse people, but who should he scold? Do he scold Chu Zhongtian? But if he hadn't deliberately made things difficult for Chu Zhongtian during his training and allowed him to complete the training normally, he wouldn't have suffered this now...

Xilin and Sullivan both supported the head coach's decision. They knew that sprinting and running back was as normal as breathing for Chu Zhongtian. In fact, Russell was the one who was really punished. Perhaps the head coach also believed that in the conflict between the two, Russell had to bear greater responsibilities than Chu Zhongtian?

When he heard the punishment content, Chu Zhongtian tied his shoelaces again and walked towards the penalty area line, preparing to start a sprint back and forth. Russell was still stunned.

Eames' voice sounded: "Why are you still standing there? Russell? If you want to go home early, just do what I said. Now, go run!"

Russell moved over reluctantly, and Chu Zhongtian had already rushed out. Looking at Chu Zhongtian's back, he spat angrily and ran out.

"Okay, okay, you're fine. Go change your clothes and go home." Eames waved his hand. But someone still stood in the field to watch the show. Xilin was still very evil to "come" Russell below.

"Hey, Russell! Run faster! You won't do this!"

"I bet I walk faster than you, Russell!"

Russell, who had finished a group of rushing, wanted to stop and rest before running, but coach Eames' voice immediately rang: "I said can I practice after every sprint? Get up and continue!! You must rest! This is a punishment, not a fucking training! Who gives you rest time?"

Russell could only get up from the ground unwillingly, and started to run back and forth with a 120-meter sprint back and forth...

"Mom's Mom's Mom's Mom's Mom... Fuck the Chinese mad dog!" Russell gritted his teeth and sprinted, while constantly swearing in his heart. The curse of Chu Zhongtian has become his full motivation now. In order to forget the heartburn brought to him by the continuous sprinting back and forth, he could only do this.

Compared to him, Chu Zhongtian seemed much more at ease. He kept resting and slowing down, shuttled back and forth between the two penalty areas of the court, which was in sharp contrast with Russell, who was running staggeringly and could fall at any time.

Ingrich looked at Russell with some concern and said to Ingrich beside him: "Do you really confirm that this method can help them resolve the conflict?"

Eames smiled and said, "Don't worry about that much, Nicky. I'm going to settle the one hundred pounds in your pocket anyway!"

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That night, Russell was helped by Borger and got into the car. He had already consumed a lot of his physical fitness after training for one afternoon, but he couldn't stand it anymore after sprinting back and forth forty times. After finally rolling and crawling down, he lay on the sidelines and vomited. In the end, he didn't vomit anything and still retching.

Chu Zhongtian took the bus back to Wimbledon as if nothing had happened. When he left, Russell was still vomiting on the sidelines.

Seeing Russell's embarrassing look, he even happily danced with his butt when he passed by the two of them. "Bong Cha Cha Cho-Bong Cha Cho-Bong Cha Cho-Bong Cha Cho-Bong Cha Cho-Bong Cha Cho-Hey!"

Russell was so weak that he wanted to put his middle finger on Chu Zhongtian. Borger could not throw Russell to the ground and ran to find Chu Zhongtian's trouble. He could only yell at Chu Zhongtian's back: "You wait and see, bastard!"

The answer to him was Chu Zhongtian's middle finger.

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PS, the first update is delivered. Because I have something to go out today, the first update is sent in advance. The second update is still around 6 pm~

Please everyone to lose the ticket~~!

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Chapter completed!