After Chen Jie came out of the old man's room, the whole person was still a little confused.

The "ban" punishment that had plagued him for a year was resolved by the old man in three or two sentences.

In fact, when Chen Jie had the idea of going back to play, he knew that the punishment of "internal ban for one year" was not binding on him.

The old man's strength and influence are there, and if you operate it a little, it will definitely not be a problem. Even if the old man can't operate, a phone call to Minister Xu can solve it. Don't look at the two people pinching each other so badly in the room, but the relationship and affection between the two of them is beyond doubt.

Otherwise, why should a minister-level figure in a large department of the country quarrel and scold nonsense with you, a flat-headed ordinary person? Minister Xu banned Chen Jie for a year, and he didn't treat Chen Jie as an outsider, otherwise he would be an insignificant domestic champion, which was not enough for Minister Xu to personally order.

But no matter what, after the ban is lifted this time, there will always be some rumors in the circle, and some clubs and media with bad intentions may use "Prince Team" and "Prince" to describe Chen Jie, the newly established Shaolin team, and himself.

After a year in the circle, even if you have nothing outside your heart, it is inevitable that some gossip will float to your ears. Where there are interests, there are these things, Chen Jie slowly looked away, and he didn't think about it so much. It's just that I didn't expect that one day this kind of gossip might also appear on my own.

If the problem of self-opening is not solved, then I may really have to play a year's game with the sign of "the prince team is a cow".

Of course, these are not the most important things, the most important thing is that the old man also made a request, that is, let them skip the play-in round and go directly to the bubble match. Of course, this is not a problem, the problem is that Minister Xu also agreed.

As a result, the Shaolin team, which originally needed to play the play-in tournament first, then the bubble match, and then the national competition, now only needs to play the bubble match, and after the bubble match qualifys, they will go directly to the national competition.

Chen Jie cried.

That's not what he wanted! Did anyone ask him for his opinion?

No.

After the old man made this request, Minister Xu nodded and said yes, and then took the trouble to ask the old man if he wanted to directly mention the Shaolin team to the national competition, and if he could, he would directly mention it.

Chen Jie knew that this Uncle Xu was not joking when he said this, but he really had this idea.

Chen Jie was so frightened that his heart rose to his throat.

Having a newly established team like them go directly to the national tournament is no different from throwing a newborn lamb into a pack of hungry wolves, one is to feed the wolves, and the other is to give points to other teams.

Fortunately, the old man did not promise Minister Xu.

The old man said: "Letting them skip the play-in tournament and go directly to the bubble tournament is to give them a little pressure, but this pressure can't be too big, too big and crushing." ”

Chen Jie was moved to tears, and he couldn't wait to hug the old man and kiss him again.

The pressure is now given to him by the old man, but Chen Jie knows that even so, they want to break through

It was also very difficult to break the bubble race and enter the national competition.

What's the use of a young youth player in the youth team, a wild road at the level of a professional player, and two rookies who are not even rookies in the professional circle? Nothing to do!

Chen Jie originally wanted to use the play-in tournament to train again, not to mention raising the level of several people to a higher level, before they could have a more tacit understanding with each other, and they could play the effect of 1+1 greater than 2.

Chen Jie does not deny that Li Ziren and Su Lin are both geniuses. Can the person who can be accepted as an apprentice by him and Gu Tian have poor qualifications?

But no matter how talented a person is, he also needs time to develop, brew and cultivate, and he also needs a hammer to beat it. The time is the same as other teams, but this hammer is the play-in tournament in Chen Jie's eyes.

Although Chen Jie had not played bubble matches and play-in tournaments before, he had seen teams promoted from bubble tournaments. Every team that has made it from the play-in to the national competition has made a great improvement compared to when they first played the play-in round.

Chen Jie is very enthusiastic about this kind of progress, and he also hopes that the Shaolin team can have such progress.

But as soon as the old man spoke, he directly cut off half of this tool that could make everyone progress.

Chen Jie said that he wanted to cry not fake.

Chen Jie wanted to go to the outer temple to find the old fortune teller to give him a divination, to see if he had committed a water rebellion today, or if he had offended the Buddha somewhere, so that he would suffer one frustration after another today.

Chen Jie went to Master's room as usual, accompanied Master to recite scriptures, and waited for Master to sleep. This is the homework he must do every time he returns to the inner temple.

"The old man is here today?" Master asked Chen Jie.

"Here we are." Chen Jie replied weakly.

"Why didn't you come and see me?" Master asked.

"The old man said he was too scoundrel, and he was afraid that he would be angry with you." Chen Jie lied and silently recited Amitabha Buddha in his heart, praying that the Buddha would not be blamed.

"It's self-aware." Master said.

"Hmm."

"Bring pen and paper." Master commanded.

Chen Jie took the pen and paper and carefully polished the ink beside him.

Even in the inner temple, there are not many people who still use a brush to write, and they are generally only used when copying scriptures. There are many people who can write with a brush in the inner temple, and there are many people who can write well, but there are only four or five people who can be called masters, one of these four or five people is Master Chen Jie, and two are Senior Brother Chen Jie, which is considered to be in the same lineage.

Chen Jie grinds ink, and the master recites the scriptures. Chen Jie finished grinding the ink, and the master put down the wooden fish and told Chen Jie to rest first.

Chen Jie was tired from a day of travel today, and he was indeed a little tired, and he was not hypocritical, so he retired after giving the Buddhist ceremony.

After Chen Jie left, the master picked up the brush and wrote something on the paper.

There was nothing to say all night, although he was wronged, Chen Jie was particularly sweet this night. The bright future is already in front of him, and he just needs to rush forward with his team.

Maybe he was really frightened by Chen Jie's dejected look when he left, and everyone stood at Chen Jie's door early the next morning, waiting for Chen Jie.

When Chen Jie woke up, it was already eight o'clock, and it was past breakfast time, so he didn't get up in a hurry, and enjoyed the hard-won morning in the bed.

He had no idea that there was a group of people waiting for him outside, braving the cold wind and snow.

After a few days of clearing, it began to snow again today, and several people had the smell of Chengmen Lixue.

After waiting for half an hour, Bing Xiaotian became impatient and wanted to knock on the door directly, but was stopped by others. Originally, yesterday with Bing Xiaotian pretended to ignore Chen Jie and let Chen Jie go in frustration, which had already filled these people with guilt, and now they wanted to disturb Chen Jie's dreams, they didn't want to, and they didn't want to.

So everyone waited outside for another half an hour, but Chen Jie still didn't come out. Bing Xiaotian began to get impatient again, and this time he pushed the door directly and entered despite everyone's obstruction.

Chen Jie, who was lying on the bed immersed in a mobile game and eating chicken, was awakened by the sound of pushing the door, and when he looked up, he found that several people were standing by the door and watching Chen Jie without speaking.

"Why are you here?" Chen Jie took off his headphones and asked.

"When did you wake up?" Bing Xiaotian stopped Li Ziren, who was about to speak, and asked rhetorically.

"Just woke up." Chen Jie pretended to yawn, and rubbed his sleepy eyes in a good manner.

"Monks don't speak." Bing Xiaotian said.

"Okay, half an hour." Chen Jie's heart was empty.

"Xiao Linzi, call the old master over." Bing Xiaotian looked at Chen Jie and beckoned Su Lin to call Chen Jie's master.

"Alright, alright." Chen Jie waved his hand and sat up from the bed, "I've been awake for an hour." ”

"Been awake for an hour. Hehe" Bing Xiaotian sneered twice, turned around and walked out.

The others didn't know what Bing Xiaotian was going to do, and they didn't stop it, they just looked at Chen Jie and didn't speak.

Chen Jie was seen by everyone as weak-hearted, and asked, "Do you have anything to do?" ”

Before everyone could answer, they saw Bing Xiaotian walking back again, followed by a snowball the size of a human head.

The crowd automatically gave way.

Chen Jie's eyes were straight, and after he hurriedly got up, he stood in the corner wrapped in the quilt, and asked in a trembling voice: "You, what are you doing?" ”

Bing Xiaotian walked to the window and stopped, and said, "Brothers, snatch his quilt down!" ”

Chen Jie cried.

This time it wasn't because I was sad, but because I was frozen.

Chen Jie's body was covered with snowflakes and shivered, everyone was satisfied, and sighed again and again, "It's comfortable".

(End of chapter)