In the infirmary of Atlético de Madrid.

Atletico's team doctors are giving Diego. Costa checked it, and after they cleaned the blood from Costa's face, they found that half of each other's face was high and swollen, and the whole face looked like it was fat.

"This ...... Alas, what a power! ”

"Are you sure he just got punched? It's so swollen, are you sure it's not a violent beating? ”

"In addition to half of the face being uncomfortable, are there any other things that are uncomfortable?"

The team doctors were amazed that they could be beaten like this with one punch, which is probably something that only professional boxers can do, right?

On the other side, several players who sent Costa to the infirmary were smiling and reddening, how does Costa look like a pig's head now, think about this guy's arrogant appearance on weekdays, these players are also very relieved - let you be arrogant, let you make trouble everywhere, ha, now it's okay, someone can finally clean you up.

Naturally, Costa saw the expressions of his teammates, and he wanted to glare at them fiercely, and then get up and roar, but as soon as she rolled her eyes, before she could put her imagination into practice, she tugged at the muscles in her face, and the pain made him grin again.

For Qin Shou, who made himself look so miserable, Costa really hated itchy, but thinking of the fist that almost suffocated him, and then looking at the current pig's head appearance, Costa couldn't help but shudder, and inexplicably felt a huge sense of fear for the new teammate who had just arrived.

"Except for the swelling and pain in the face, there is nothing serious." A team doctor sprayed Costa with some anti-swelling agent on his face, and then looked at his nose closely, "Although there were a lot of nosebleeds, but fortunately, it was not a big problem, and there was no broken nose bone." ”

Speaking of this, the team doctor said to himself in a strange tone: "This is not scientific, with such a large force, this punch is enough to break the bridge of your nose." ”

He didn't know that this was the result of Qin Shou's deliberate control, although Qin Shou gave some color for Costa to see, but he hadn't lost his mind yet, otherwise it would be more than a punch, and then the result of a swollen and painful face, it is estimated that Qin Shou really started a surge, and Costa couldn't get off if he didn't lie in bed for three or two months.

Costa almost didn't faint from the team doctor's words, and you're not happy that the bridge of my nose is not broken, are you?

At this time, the door to the infirmary was pushed open from the outside, and then the head coach Diego. Simeone walked in.

"Boss."

"Boss."

The players greeted each other, but Simeone just nodded, walked to Costa's side with a gloomy face, stared at Costa tightly, and didn't say a word.

Qin Shou followed behind him, his face expressionless.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, the players present said hello and ran out.

The so-called "enemies are very red when they see each other", at the first glance of Qin Shou, Costa was angry, just thinking of Qin Shou's terrifying force value, and a little lacking in confidence, seeing Qin Shou behind the head coach for a long time squeezing his eyebrows, Costa almost foamed at the mouth in anger.

Simeone didn't notice Qin Shou's small movements, his eyes were always on Costa's body, like a lion on the verge of rage, pounced on it at any time and bit the prey's neck fiercely.

Costa has a short temper, but Simeone is a well-known villain in world football, and under this extremely aggressive gaze, Costa is like a frosted eggplant, and can only obediently bow his head.

At the same time, there was a feeling of grievance in his heart: I was beaten, I was the victim, why don't you stare at that damn violent person?

At this time, he only had the impression of Qin Shou as a "violent element", but he forgot that before Qin Shou came, he was the real destabilizing factor of the team.

It took a long time for Simeone to retract his gaze. He raised his head at the team doctor on the side: "It's not a big problem, right?" ”

"Nothing serious, just a little swollen face. I will take some anti-swelling medicine back, spray it for a few days, and the swelling will slowly go away. ”

Simeone breathed a sigh of relief, and the emotions that wanted to have a seizure finally dissipated a lot. Since he was a player, he has been very short-tempered, often clashing with opponents on the field, and even sometimes clashing with teammates, but since becoming the head coach, he has restrained a lot, after all, a team coach can't fight like a little hairy boy at every turn.

However, Simeone is still called "big brother" by many fans and football commentators, the so-called what kind of general leads what kind of soldiers, Simeone's own iron-blooded and tough style will naturally infect the team, so the teams he leads are known for being tough, especially in La Liga, because of this toughness, it is criticized by many fans as "dirty". In the eyes of many people, Atletico Madrid is a den of bandits, Simeone is the leader of the bandits, and the players under his command are horses.

So every time I played, some people would laugh and say that Simeone had taken his younger brother out to grab the turf again.

At this moment, Simeone didn't plan to go back to his office, he looked around, Qin Shou moved a stool very eye-catchingly, and made a "please sit" gesture to Simone with a smile, which made Simone angry and funny, glared at Qin Shou fiercely, but didn't say anything, and sat down directly.

When the team doctors saw this posture, they knew that Simeone had a decision to announce, and they didn't say much, nodded, and left the infirmary.

"It's quite capable, just a short period of effort, and it's actually in the training ground!"

Only Simone, Qin Shou and the wounded soldier Costa were left in the room, Simone looked at Costa with his head down, and then looked at Qin Shou who was standing in place and watching his nose and nose, and the anger in his heart rushed up again, and he slapped the table fiercely.

"You two are so powerful, why don't you beat each other down, it's better to be injured and disabled, and then I'll call an ambulance for you, okay?!"

Qin Shou still looked at his nose and nose and heart.

Costa burst into tears in his heart: "Nima, I've been beaten down, okay?" ”

"Speak, you two are talking to me!" Simeone looked at the two of them who didn't say a word, and he got up suddenly, kicking the stool next to him to the ground, "Don't speak, okay." Then you two will show it by deeds - come, get up, fight again. I'll be the referee, whoever beats the opponent so much that he can't get up, I'll award him the boxing champion medal! ”

Qin Shou looked up at the ceiling, then lowered his head, and continued to look at his nose and nose.

Costa's face showed horror, although he has been on loan, but he has also heard a little about this manager with a very short temper, and at this moment, seeing the manager go crazy, he has always been tough, and his heart trembles faintly. Is this still a manager? Who has ever seen a manager scold like crazy and then slap the table and kick the bench? This vicious manager isn't going to wait to beat me up, is he?

Do I fight back or not? If you fight back, then you don't want to stay in the team; But if you don't fight back, isn't it too stupid to be beaten for nothing?

Just when Costa was thinking wildly and fell into the entanglement of the war between heaven and man, Simeone, who had vented his anger, finally calmed down, he pointed to Qin Shou and Costa, and said: "A fine of 50,000 euros each, a three-game ban." Remember, it's an official match with a three-game ban! ”

As he spoke, he didn't bother to look at the two of them any more, and slammed the door and left in a huff.

It was just when the door was opened that there was a little hiccup. As soon as Simeone opened the door, he saw a crowd of players lying on the door and eavesdropping. Because the door was opened too suddenly, there were even people whose center of gravity was unstable and fell directly on Simeone's body.

"007? You guys love eavesdropping, don't you?! ”

Simeone yelled at his players and shouted, "Gabi, take these bastards to the training ground, twenty laps each." It's not over until you finish today's training! Hum! ”

With a cold snort, Simeone straightened up his crumpled suit and walked away angrily.

"It's all your fault, why did you pull me to eavesdrop!"

"Nima, it's obvious that you brought me here, right?"

"What nonsense, let's go, let's run. Alas, what a disaster that has been unjustified! ”

A group of people ran towards the training ground under the leadership of Gabi, with sad faces. Godin and Courtois cast a worried look at Qin Shou as they left, and Qin Shou nodded and shook his head again, signaling that they didn't have to worry about themselves.

But Costa looked unwilling, and kept muttering: "Why are they all banned for three games, I didn't do it, I'm a victim, this guy should be fairer than my punishment, right?" ”

Qin Shou heard the other party's muttering, smiled, and slammed his fist on the table under the other party's frightened gaze, then glanced at Costa with disdain, and turned to leave.

"What a cow, wait for the injury on my face to heal, and then I will settle accounts with you!" Seeing Qin Shou walk away, Costa dared to continue to read and receive, but soon his neck seemed to be choked by something, and he couldn't make a sound anymore.

Because he was shocked to find that the table that was smashed by Qin Shou was actually dented, and even a slight crack appeared.

"Really...... It's terrible......" Costa swallowed, thinking about how powerful a fist smashed on him, that he ...... Costa shook his head and didn't dare to think about it anymore, he made up his mind in his heart that he would never provoke the monster Qin Shou in the future, but he was used to breaking his mouth, and he habitually muttered, "Alas, alas...... Damage to public property is subject to compensation...... What a barbarian! ”