Ye Shen saw Chu Xiaoxi for the first time, his eyes swept with emotion, and he only said to Lu Zuoyu: "Don't regret your choice." ”

The words fell, and Ye Shen left with all the members of the mythical team.

The crowded space, because of the departure of this group of young people in blue and white uniforms, finally relaxed a little, and it seemed that the oppression had dispersed a lot.

When Zimo was leaving, he didn't forget to pick off his eyelids at Mr. Chaoshan, stick out his tongue, and make a provocative grimace.

Mr. Shan snorted: "Childish little ghost." ”

After a corner, everyone from the Mythical Clan walked to the bus backstage, and several substitutes were already waiting.

Zhang Qing greeted him and whispered to him: "Captain, the next game is against the LT team in three days." I have already done a good job of the basic data of this team and sent it to Coach Dongxi. ”

Ye Shen nodded at him and said gently, "Thank you for your hard work." ”

"No, it's okay, I'll also share the responsibility for you." Zhang Qing scratched his head, showed a shy smile, and quickly followed behind Ye Shen.

"Zhang Qing, this kid, only listens to the captain's words and is willing to do things for the captain." Zimo clasped his hands behind his head, and took a leisurely step, the tears in the corners of his eyes moved slightly with the movement of raising his eyebrows.

Zhang Qing is the most talented one among the substitutes, Su Ri is silent, always hanging his head, but he is only willing to listen to Ye Shen's words and do things for Ye Shen in a down-to-earth manner.

The bus started slowly, and the fishman sat in the seat next to Zimo, the tall and sturdy body of the Northeast man, like a big black stone, blocking Zimo's small body in the seat of the bus.

The fishman turned his head to look at Zimo, plucked up his courage and said, "You, you don't care about Zhang Qing, I want to ask you something." ”

Zimo was looking down to play with his mobile phone, looking through Mr. Shan's Weibo, and said casually: "You say." ”

Suspicious emotions appeared on the fishman's honest and simple face, and he clenched his fists, and the fishman stammered: "You, you and that Mr. Shan, the relationship is quite good." ”

"Me and the yellow-haired boy?" Zimo leaned back in his seat and spoke arrogantly, "A third-rate little anchor, arrogant and domineering, I don't like this kind of person the most." ”

Zimo has been pampered since he was a child, his family is wealthy, and his status is noble.

Even if he is the East Evil Coach, because of Zimo's identity, he rarely scolds Zimo.

Today, Mr. Shan's crackling and unpunctuated ridicule hit Zimo's arrogant princess's heart, and he couldn't wait to catch Mr. Shan, and a small leather whip and chili water were waiting.

"But, but I look at you, I've been watching Mr. Shan today." The fish-man tensed up, pretending to look at the scenery outside the window.

"Don't think too much, young master, I just can't get used to that kid being too arrogant." Zimo yawned and stretched, "I'll sleep for a while, and call me when it's time." ”

"Oh, I know, you can sleep at ease."

The fishman lowered his head, he always felt that Zimo's attitude towards Mr. Shan was too strange. He is an honest Northeast reckless man, who buries everything in his heart and refuses to say it.

The bus carried everyone and left the South Metropolis Gymnasium slowly.

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On the other side, the bus of the WD team was already waiting, and everyone was about to leave.

A painter came all the way.

"Wait a minute, Captain Shen." Coach Dongxie hurriedly ran over, his white coat swaying in the wind, and his medium-length black hair hanging down the back of his head.

Shen Yi was just about to get into the car, when he heard the movement, he turned back suspiciously: "East, East Evil Coach? Anything else? ”

Dongxie is old, running such a long way in his forties, it is inevitable that he will be out of breath, and he took the hot tea handed by Chu Xiaoxi and drank two sips before finally relieving himself.