Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Next Workplace is Qingxue

"You are really a gentle person, you take such care of your juniors."

While waiting for the bus at the bus stop, Irie Sota, who had left the Ice Emperor Academy without saying a word, suddenly said such a sentence, which made Su Yuan laugh, "This sounds yin and yang, is it because my approach makes you feel uncomfortable?" ”

Why do you think so? I'm complimenting you. Irie replied sincerely. It was too gentle for someone he knew was always talking about 'destruction'.

"Oh, that's it." Awahara found that he still couldn't figure out what the man in front of him was thinking. Maybe I should read some books on psychology and micro-expressions, at least not bother, he thought.

"Actually, if it were an ordinary person, it would definitely not attract the attention of the head coach. But after that game just now, I think you've discovered the potential of the trace. ”

"I don't have a lot to say about the technical aspects, after all, I'm also a half-ass. But in terms of speed, strength, physical strength, and especially willpower, I think even if you put it in the house, it's the best of the best, right? In fact, Su Yuan said this, which is somewhat of a bit of a princess selling melons and boasting.

He not only knows the potential of one person, but also knows many people, all of whom are high school students who have appeared in the U-17 World Championship.

It's a pity that when he crossed over, Xu Feigang's World Series had not yet ended, and the information revealed about the professional tennis world was even better than nothing, which made him unable to accurately judge the trend of the later net king.

But if you think about it carefully, that's what it's all about, just go up directly A, if life goes on so smoothly without the slightest wave, wouldn't it be very boring?

"It's really a point-to-the-point assessment." Awahara was indifferent to Irie Sota's flattery, and also brought up the shortcomings of the trace department - mentality!

"He's too lax!" He said.

"That's a real problem." Recalling the performance of the trace department before and during the game, Irie couldn't help but pull the corners of his lips. Sometimes, it's not necessarily a good thing to show too much emotion during a game.

"But, then again, why should I be asked to do such a thing as playing with juniors? It would be better to leave it to you, or someone else to do it, wouldn't it? Awahara asked.

"That's a question, you have to ask the head coach." Irie still throws the pot.

"You're so clean." Awabara pursed his lips.

"Or else?"

"Okay, let's talk about the second stop at work, where?"

"Qingxue."

"The opponent is not two weeks of help?"

"Why don't you think it's Tezuka?"

"There's no need for that." "Leaving aside the fact that I've played against him, he's no longer able to compete. Even if there is no such thing, there is no doubt that he is excellent, otherwise he would not be looked at by the pros, right? ”

Irie Kanto paused and sighed: "It would be nice if his left arm wasn't injured, otherwise it would definitely not be what it is now." ”

"Does that need to be said?"

"Yes."

"I think the head coach of Seigaku can really retire, and if it weren't for her connivance, Tezuka would definitely have a better future than it is now."

"Are you denying the coach?"

"Can't you?" After Awahara asked rhetorically.

"That legendary warrior was trained by her."

Awahara laughed directly when he heard this.

"That's what I thought." He said, "I'm thinking, is she the one who made the samurai?" Or did the samurai make her? If it is the former, then why would she be a coach in such a little-known institution? Of course, this can be said to be a personal hobby or something, but after all these years, why hasn't she trained the next samurai? Well, taking a step back, even if you're not a samurai, it's okay to be a little bit of a pro, but do you see? No! Right? Looking at the latter, that samurai is known as a rare genius in a hundred years, and if you meet such a person, any instructor who comes to guide you, I don't think it will change the future achievements of that samurai. ”

"Maxima often has, but Bole does not often have."

"Then, there is such a Bole, after finding out that you are a maxima, he did not immediately reuse you, but decided to break one of your legs first, polish and smooth your character, and then be willing to be your Bole. Would you like to? ”

"That's not a good answer." Irie shook his head, "This assumption of yours is not reasonable, and the subjective will is too strong. Moreover, it is unfair to look at the people and events of the past through the eyes of the present. ”

"Do you think our citizens care about fairness?"

"Huh?"

"Our citizens are naturally accustomed to obeying those who are superior, to following in the footsteps of the strong, to being part of the collective to gain security, so would you expect them to have their own ideas and care about fairness? No! No, it won't! They will echo the ideas of the strong and the ideas of the group, but they will not insist on themselves and care about what is so-called fairness. ”

"Stop, this topic is out of the ordinary." Irie Sodo hurriedly stopped, "It's enough for us to do our job well, and nothing else has anything to do with us." ”

"Oh yes." Awahara also reacted that his current job is to play tennis well, not to shout campaign slogans as a key government official.

Irie Sota breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was still hanging.

"Your ideas are really wild and unpredictable." He stared at Awabara, his eyes mixed with surprise and curiosity, but no contempt.

"Hey, I'm not fighting for Tezuka." Awahara explained.

"It's not your turn to worry about it, is it?"

"That's not right, don't we all want to make tennis better in this country? Anyway, the thought of the manager having to postpone this dream for a while in order to assert his so-called authority makes me angry. Awahara sneered.

What does this have to do with you? You said you shouldn't play tennis before, but now you have such a big grievance after playing tennis, how did that Qingxue coach provoke you?

Irie Kantashi understood from Awahara's expression that those words were not just casual words, and Awahara really hated that coach. This made him more and more curious.

"You're so angry with that coach, it's really just because of Tezuka?" He asked.

"Of course." Su Yuan thought in his heart, forgive me for trespassing, and I represent the vast number of book friends who are unhappy with the coach.

Irie wanted to ask more, but Awahara didn't give him a chance, and after getting in the car, he just chatted with people without saying a word. This forced him to tell the head coach on the other end of the phone along with the incident after the separation.

Unexpectedly, the head coach laughed after hearing this, and said: "This kid shouldn't go to tennis, he should go to politics." ”

Politics?

I'm sorry, this topic is too outlined, he doesn't want to talk about it.