Chapter 122 The dispute between master and apprentice

In the next few days, Maojiawan returned to calm again, practicing the most basic steps every day. For example, starting on the spot, starting during activities. Running quickly, sprinting, curve running, breaking line running, side running, raiding shoulder running, backward running. Stop in the front, turn around and stop quickly. Turn forward and turn back.

Every day, the players in the training ground are training enthusiastically. Although it is boring and boring, this is only limited to the field. The staff of Maojiawan have arranged a lot of extracurricular activities, such as billiards, badminton, basketball, computer games, mahjong, poker, etc.

The court is relatively quiet, with only three people. Wang Ying, assistant, and Yang Chen. A row (about a dozen) of balls were placed on the penalty area line, with each position point. Wang Ying kept retreating, starting, running, swinging his legs, and shooting. Yang Chen also kept preparing his posture, moving, selecting positions, and then saving the ball, kicking over and over again, and rushing over and over again. The assistant picked up the ball over and over again and was setting the position.

After this procedure lasted for more than half an hour, after his left hand slapped the soccer ball flying towards the upper right corner, his body lost balance and fell to the ground. Yang Chen did not lie up as quickly as before. Because he really couldn't move, even a finger.

He lay on the ground with the word "big" on his back, breathing at a frequency of 200 times per minute. "I'm so fucking tired, this is not something that people can tolerate. "Wang Po" is too dark." Yang Chen stared at the clouds on his head with his eyes blankly.

Wang Ying narrowed his eyes and hummed coldly. He ran quickly, pulled his feet and shot. The football flew quickly to Yang Chen lying on the ground. He hit his left face hard.

Bang, blood immediately ejaculated from both nostrils. Yang Chen covered his left hand desperately, but the blood continued to gush out. He couldn't stop it at all. Yang Chen was angry, and all the grievances he had experienced in recent days were vented. He shouted to Wang Ying frantically: "You are fucking crazy. I have been practicing for more than two hours. The physical fitness has reached the limit. Why do you still force me? Why do you still force me? You fucking intentionally, you deliberately play with me."

The four venues were quiet at the same time, and everyone's eyes were all gathered on Yang Chen's side, and everyone was confused and puzzled. "Why does Yang Chen, who is usually taciturn, become so excited."

Wang Ying was still expressionless and said coldly: "Have you reached the limit? You have no strength? You can still shout out to prove that you can still train. You have no choice, do you know?"

Yang Chen jumped up suddenly, and he was already crazy: "I deserve what you fuck you? If you ask me to practice, I will practice? I won't be fucking serving you." After that, the big thorn walked out of the field. Several players who were good to him quickly caught up with Yang Chen and asked what had happened.

The disappointment flashed in Wang Ying's eyes and was quickly replaced by indifference. "I can't compromise because Yang Chen still has a lot of room for improvement. He is the most hopeful young man who has ever seen to become a first-class goalkeeper. The devil training method is the most effective way to improve, but he just doesn't understand."

"Although I don't want to waste such good materials, I can't seek peace. If I admit defeat, Yang Chen will definitely become even more proud."

"If he can change his mind, he will definitely become a top goalkeeper."

"What if I can't look back..." Wang Ying closed her eyes and did not continue thinking because she didn't even know the result of the answer.

Chen Fu walked over slowly and looked at Wang Ying. Because of the sunlight, his shadow made the elder grow old. "Xiao Wang, are you too cruel? It's not good to pull out seedlings to grow." Chen Fu walked behind Wang Ying and patted his shoulder.

"Oh. I don't know." Wang Ying looked at the goal with a wry smile, and his eyes showed a lonely expression.

"But, there is no time left. Injuries have affected his growth. If you don't hurry up now, it may be difficult to achieve anything." Wang Ying raised his concerns.

Chen Fu knows Wang Ying's character quite well. He is a typical knife-like mouth and tofu heart. "You lack communication with him too much."

Wang Ying turned around, looked at Chen Fu and asked, "What about you? Have you talked to other team members?"

Chen Fu obviously didn't expect that Wang Ying would ask him back, not knowing how to answer for a while, because he also lacked communication with the team members, and all the embarrassment was written on his face.

Zhang Ling was the first to rush to Yang Chen and asked with concern: "Yang Chen, what happened? What's wrong with your nose?"

Yang Chen rushed to the field and wiped his nose randomly with a towel, but he still turned into a "little cat" with blood on his face. "Fuck he probably made things difficult for me. He has been practicing for more than two hours. I kept snatching the ball, I kept snatching, and I kept snatching. I was tired and didn't even let him lie down for a while. Look, look, this is what he kicked." Yang Chen pointed at his nose and shouted angrily.

Xue Ren also rushed over, listened to Yang Chen's words, frowned and said, "You have been rushing for more than two hours. Does it mean that Coach Wang has also kicked the same time as you?"

Yang Chen looked at Xue Ren in a daze without refuting.

"Do you think you are tired of playing the ball? Or are you tired of shooting with all your might?" Xue Ren said carelessly.

Yang Chen's face turned dead gray because he knew that he was lazy for a large part of his time and did not try his best to save. Coach Wang Ying was very powerful every time he shot, constantly changing the angle of the shot. To be honest, he was indeed more tired than himself.

"Why is he paying more bonuses? Get more salary?" Xue Ren's eyes gradually became sharp and his voice became much louder.

"Don't he fucking for you. Have you ever thought about him? You selfish bastard." Xue Ren suddenly grabbed Yang Chen's collar with his left hand and shouted loudly. His right fist followed the wheel and beat Yang Chen three or four meters away. The blood that had just stopped sprayed out again.

Yang Chen ignored his nose, but was stunned and murmured: "I'm a fucking bastard? Am I a fucking bastard? Am I a fucking bastard? Am I a fucking bastard?

Zhang Ling didn't know why Xue Ren was so excited, so he hugged him tightly and persuaded loudly: "Little man, what's wrong? Why are you angry too? Don't be excited, don't be excited. He is a bastard, don't pay attention to him."

Xue Ren struggled desperately, pointing to Yang Chen lying on the ground and shouting: "Are you a fucking man? Why is he doing? Ah~~~ He is trying to train you into a talent. You are such a useless thing, damn, I'll beat you to death for Coach Wang."

Others also ran over and tried hard to suppress Xue Ren, who was on the verge of going wild.

Yang Chen held the ground with both hands and barely got up, ignored anyone, entered the field in diameter, and walked towards Wang Ying's position.

"Coach Wang, I'm sorry, I'm too impulsive. I'm not a human being. I treat your kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs. I'm a fucking bastard." Yang Chen walked to Wang Ying and slapped himself a few times. Ten finger marks appeared clearly on his face, and they were hit very heavily, so anyone could tell.

Wang Ying closed her eyes and took a long time to speak: "Yang Chen, what do you think? Alas, you are a good seedling. Maybe I am too anxious and lack communication with you. I will correct it in the future."

"But I hope you can respect yourself and achieve results. Although China has been congenitally restricted, it doesn't matter. I believe you can become a world-class goalkeeper, not just Chinese or Asian first-class."

"I hope you can understand my painstaking efforts. My dream is shattered. I hope you can complete it for me." Wang Ying stared at the goal blankly, and a hot gaze gradually appeared in his eyes.

Yang Chen nodded fiercely, ignoring the blood flowing at all, and said sincerely: "Coach Wang, don't worry, since I'm talking about this, I'm too lazy. Let's continue training now.
Chapter completed!