Grande's coach walked into the school's basement garage and, in the gloomy white light, saw all the best cars – black Maybachs, dark brown Porsches, brown Bentleys, mica-colored Maseratis, red Audis, sapphire blue Jaguars...... They belonged to the headmaster and the teachers who had a seat on the school council, and a silver Mercedes, the new school doctor, who was said to be a nobleman, and before he became Grande's school doctor, he was a well-known and talented psychiatrist—one of the most lucrative trades in the Western Continent, and he was willing to succumb to this low position because of his beloved son, Sasha. Hopkins is attending Grande.

The coach stood in front of the Mercedes, his irritable and melancholy face reflected in the silver-white front lid, and today he tactfully mentioned to the school that he wanted to renew his next contract, and he did not get a clear response, he knew that the school committee members wanted to see how the football team performed in this year's intercollegiate league before making a decision - the division winner would be a good one...... If they finish in the top 10 in the national league, they will be ready for a contract that is sure to be satisfactory in terms of both terms and salary...... A bunch of bastards who have to look forward to Shu! The coach cursed silently, as if they had forgotten that Grande's rugby team had only finished in thirty points in the division before he took charge - and Grande had only forty teams in the division.

But what can he say? Laugh at those whimsical idiots? They have the power of life and death in your hands! He couldn't even refuse...... Saying that he couldn't fulfill their wishes - in Grande, his salary was mediocre, but outside of Grande, people who did the same job as him didn't get that much money at all - if he hadn't been lucky enough to get the job, he would have gone bankrupt.

His frail wife had no way to leave home to work, and their relatives were poor and self-sufficient, and the connection of two wrong investments forced him to empty his bank and sell his house. They now live in a squalid and chaotic apartment, with neighbors of pimps and pimps (he didn't even dare to change the staff contact form), and he is afraid to let his daughter come home, so she and a friend share a suite near the school to spend her spring and summer vacations. Pay $500 per month.

For those people, it was just the price of two shirts, but he couldn't breathe.

His daughter was also a good child, she didn't have a good background, but she was very smart, she got into Westovert on the basis of her grades, and Westovert gave her a quarter of the tuition fee and a scholarship every year, but these were only a drop in the bucket for the cost of a private aristocratic girls' school students - they needed to play the piano. Playing the cello, riding horses, learning ballet and classical dance, playing cricket and squash, playing a role in a play – the school also hosts fundraisers and charity events. (Although I myself need to be charitated), the coach thought sarcastically, but only thinking about it, 1,000 to 2,000 yuan a year, which is a necessary expense.

After learning that they had sold their original house, her daughter offered to drop out of school and transfer to a cheap public school. He sternly refused, "Next year I will be able to sign a new contract with good pay." He said.

He envisioned that he would be able to improve the team's results by 10 places or 5 places so that he could get a new contract that would allow him more money. But apparently, the school committee didn't think so—the coach thought it was Beelzebub. Bisandi gave them this unrealistic idea, but rugby is not a game of chess or tennis where one person can determine everything. There are fifteen players in each game, and everyone is responsible for their position and is the key to victory.

He had a whimsical idea that he felt a little stupid - and that was to make Beelzebub . Bisandi played as a substitute for quarterback in the league. But in this way, he lacked a striker who could both run and collide, so this idea was quickly put behind him.

The coach's car was in the depths of the garage, in a corner, a crimson Ford Mustang, a used car, but its owner took good care of it.

A tall, burly black figure stood on the left side of the Ford, close to the door, and the instructor was startled at first, but then calmed down.

"I want to go back to the team." The dark shadow said.

The coach sighed heartily, some of the children on the team occasionally use medication, which he knows, but it does not mean that as long as he takes medicine, he will definitely be able to get strong - Avery . Farmo is a lucky little guy, the drugs work on his body, but he is also an unlucky little guy, he was found to be in possession of illegal drugs, and he is also suspected of buying and selling, although the latter article has not been finalized, but the school committee has lost patience with the surname Farmo, "I can't," the coach said, "You know why, not just the drugs." He said implicitly that he couldn't make it too clear, in case Avery . . . Farmer had a voice recorder by his side, and he was eager for his next contract, not wanting to upset the school committee members, as he had just said, which could be interpreted as his dissatisfaction with Avery's performance on the team.

"You're missing a runner." Avery said he took a step forward, exposing himself to the lights completely, and that the coach saw him for the second time after he was kicked out of the team, the first time, Avery brought fried chicken and soda to the players, and maybe he was counting on them to say something nice for him? It's a pity that no one dared, including the coach himself, and no one touched the fried chicken and soda, and Avery looked a little ...... at that time It makes people feel cold in their hearts; This is the second time, he looks much better, his face is ruddy, his eyes and tone are quite calm: "You want Beelzebub . . . It's good to be a quarterback, to be a captain, but then you're gone. ”

"Somebody is going to be a good runner," the coach said, "but not you, you're good, but you're yourself and you're messing it all up." ”

"Somebody will be a runner, but no one will be better than me." Avery said.

"Perhaps," the coach looked at him, "but no." You understand why. He walked over and opened the car door: "Don't worry about me," he kindly advised: "Go back and study hard, do your homework, maybe you can still apply to a good university." ”

The instructor sat in the driver's seat, and saw in the rearview mirror that Avery's huge figure was backing away, and this might be the last time to talk, he thought, as he started the car.

The sound of the Ford Bison's engine roaring could be heard throughout the garage, and the seats vibrated incessantly, and he put his hands on the steering wheel and carefully pressed the pedal of the accelerator so that the mid-size car with the manic V8 engine would fly out until it crashed headlong into the opposite wall - he waited a few seconds before he realized that the car was not moving, and the rear wheels were making a noisy rustle, and they were idling uselessly.

In the rearview mirror, Avery . Farmer smiled innocently at the coach, he grabbed the bumper of the car, and the "Mustang", which was second to none among the "muscle cars" of its kind in terms of horsepower and torque, was grabbed by his tail and could not move.

(To be continued)

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I'm sorry.,These two chapters are still a little problem.,First send one chapter.,Another chapter will be sent tomorrow morning.,In addition, tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Festival.,The promised three chapters won't change...... Happy holidays! My readers!