After the meeting, a few people who had been yawning all day woke up again, and the heart booster of earning extra blocks really worked.

Qingcheng held Yang Yize in one hand and Coach Zhang in the other hand to go to the Internet café to eat, Yang Yize got up early, had already eaten, and only ordered a cup of coffee.

"Is it a habit to live in a dormitory?"

Yang Yize was puzzled: "I was about to ask, why don't you and Coach Zhang live in the dormitory, and the players, I don't think there is a dormitory, is this kind of free environment popular in China now?" ”

Qingcheng sighed and told him the actual difficulties again: "...... It's all young masters, the boss has approved it, and we can't help it, this is also a feature of our team, you have to force them to live in the dormitory, and the parents of the team members are the first to refuse. ”

Yang Yize didn't say anything, the domestic environment is indeed different from South Korea, South Korea's professionalism is more standardized, and the competition is more intense, he returned to China after three years, the domestic environment is different from before, he must adjust his state and adapt to the domestic rhythm.

Qingcheng smiled and said, "Is it lonely to live alone on one floor?" I told you to live with me, I rented a bedroom and a living room, and the club paid for it, who still dislikes who we have in this relationship? ”

Yang Yize pursed his lips and smiled: "Dongdong and Xiao Yang live next door, I'm not lonely." Besides, I'm also a dormitory in Korea, so I'm used to it. ”

"It's good that you're like this, that's what a team looks like, don't go along with them." Coach Zhang said on the side, completely forgetting that he was also renting a room outside.

After eating, the coach went to the manager to talk about the resignation, and Qingcheng and Yang Yize were left on the table.

"That, does Pei Qian still have any contact with you?"

Yang Yize shook his head while reading the information, Qingcheng saw that he didn't seem to have any reaction when he heard this name, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and joked: "Have you found a girlfriend, don't tell me that you will dump people when you return to China." ”

Yang Yize took his eyes off the paper at this time, frowned and asked in surprise: "Why did you become so gossipy?" ”

Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, Yang Yize had two states before, one was the domineering exposure when he tortured and killed the opponent, and the other was the optimism in life. When he came back after three years, Qingcheng had seen him purse his lips and chuckle, and he seemed to have become shy, but now he was suddenly serious, which made him a little uncomfortable.

After Yang Yize finished speaking, he realized that something was wrong, and said with a soothing expression: "I'm sorry, I'm looking at the data, and I haven't come back to my senses." ”

Qingcheng waved his hand to indicate that it was okay, picked up the coffee and observed Yang Yize while drinking, thinking that it was no wonder that the rivers and lakes rumored that he was the "Iron Mask Demon King", just the moment he frowned and looked over, his heart trembled twice.

Qingcheng and Yang Yize have known each other since they were fifteen years old, and there was no age limit for playing at that time, Yang Yize debuted at the age of fifteen, and his reign lasted until he won a Grand Slam at the age of seventeen. Qingcheng has always been glad that he is his teammate and not an opponent, but he is also helpless in the shadow of such a strong man. In fact, except for the year when he disappeared, the two have always had a good relationship, Yang Yize has been alone in South Korea all these years, Qingcheng has been paying attention to his situation, and he has a feeling for this change in him.

Yang Yize's mind just now was completely on the data, deducing the tactical layout in his mind, and he already had a preliminary plan for the team in his heart, he had been burying himself in his work for the past three years, and he was used to this state, because he didn't want his mind to be empty.

Whenever in the dead of night, he was most afraid of recalling the pain of the year and almost passed out, when suddenly a loud baby cry in his ears, he raised his head with difficulty, and saw the doctor holding a small lump of flesh in both hands......