"How about it? How do you feel after officially returning to the team for three games? Have your physical condition adapted to the rhythm of the game?" Weifald greeted with a smile.

Pres gently looked at his jaw, showing a slightly helpless expression, and raised his hand to cover his chest, "It's still different after all. At the last moment of the game this week, his heart was about to explode, and the roar of gold and stone came from his ears. I finally knew how the hundreds of engines were operating at the same time were magnificent."

"You still have to be careful. Although there is no hope for controlling your diet and losing weight, you should at least win some breathing space." Weifald's teasing made Pres laugh heartily.

Pres even patted his beer belly to show off his achievements in accumulating a lot of junk food.

Wifald's eyes were filled with a smile, he looked at Pres warmly and affectionately, and then he reminded with concern, "I finally recovered my second life from the god of death. I still need to pay attention to some miscellaneous tasks to other members of the coaching team. You need to take good care of yourself."

Weifald is nearly thirty years older than Pres. His simple words have also been touched by the weight of time, which makes Pres slightly touched-

Only by experiencing the pain of illness can you truly understand the beauty of health.

Wifald's words did not stop and then said, "For example, on-site command, leave it to the young people, don't force yourself."

It was clearly a concern, but it revealed a little weirdness. When I savored it carefully, I always felt that there was something in my words, which made Pres look at Vifalde with a frown, as if he didn't understand what this meant. He was asking questions with his eyes, hoping that he was not thinking about it.

Wifald immediately understood Pres's eyes and then added, "I mean, during the preparation period, you still need to complete your work. Obviously, you are still the head coach of this team. You have heavy work to complete every week."

"After walking on the court and starting the game, the pressure on the scene will inevitably increase exponentially. Your heart may not be able to bear such a burden, but fortunately, Noah and David have grown up, and they can share your pressure and help the team continue to operate." Wifald continued with concern.

But Pres' expression was slightly stiff, and the enthusiasm in his eyes gradually cooled down - he was just a polite joke just now, why did he suddenly take it seriously?

"Mr. Wifalde, I believe I can do my job, so I returned to the court." Pres made his position firmly.

Wifald waved his hand gently and laughed happily, as if Pres had misunderstood. "Of course, we can all see your performance in the past three weeks of returning to the field."

Pres's face was a little constipated.

"I'm not a professional, I'm just a fan," Weifalde continued. "The team has finally completed the running-in after going through the ups and downs of the season. We are on the right track. We don't want to break this pattern; you've missed the daily preparations for most of the season, and your body needs time to recover, so it's better to let the team stick to the established track and continue to maintain the current rhythm. This is also good."

Wifald turned to look at Weather.

Weather also laughed and made a supplement, "After the season is over, you can slowly recuperate your body and slowly adjust your tactical system. When the new season comes, you can still have a team built according to your own style. The most important thing is that you have enough time."

"Yes, time!" Weifald nodded repeatedly, "Time is too urgent during the season. You see, we will go away against the Buffalo this week, and then prepare for the Big 12 championship game next week, and next week it will be the bowl game, and the game will be one week after another, without much adjustment time."

"Persistence in the current pace is the best choice for the team." Weather took over the conversation, "We are in the most perfect competitive state now."

The finale was completed by Wifalde, and he looked at Pres with a smile, with a soft look but a firm tone, "We all like victory, what do you think?"

Between singing and singing, Pres was forced to a dead end. If he still didn't understand what was going on, then he was an idiot.

Obviously, Kansas State University is creating history step by step, and this weight of "down history" is an irresistible temptation for everyone, which also means that anything that may affect the "historical moment" will be considered an obstacle, and everything will work for such a goal.

Even Richard Giesen, he could not shake Wifald's determination.

Even Lu Yiqi and Weifald are willing to cooperate without compromising.

Likewise, even Pres, Weifald had no mercy.

In the face of victory and history, everything can temporarily retreat to the second line. Wifald and Weather are both expecting their names to be recorded in history. Any interference will be considered "obstruction", and they will destroy all obstacles at all costs, including Pres.

Such a scene is a bit ridiculous and weird, but it is happening in reality. Just a few weeks ago, they were still putting pressure on Lu Yiqi. The tense atmosphere even triggered the unity of fans. Lu Yiqi and Walker's position on the team is in danger, and Pres is the league on the school and the team.

But now, the position has been changed.

So, his official return was only three weeks long, and then he had become a puppet? Strictly speaking, he didn't seem to have done anything in the previous three weeks, but he was given up like this? Is this... a monthly throw? Or half a month throw? Or, he has never really "returned".

Suddenly, Pres recalled a few weeks ago that Weather asked him to come back early to suppress Lu Yiqi's arrogance, and he chose to refuse.

Did things start to derail from then on? Did the opportunity have been missed since then?

Pres was not sure how to describe his feelings. He tried to express his feelings in anger and fight back with an iron fist. He was ready to do a big fight, but he wanted to continue to play the role of wall flower? What is the reason for this? What is the "head coach" of this? It's simply a big joke!

But reason calmed down Pres. This seemed to have become a habit, weighing the pros and cons at all times, and never finding the edges and edges of youth; anger rolled in my mind, but I lost the courage to fight against authority, staring at Waffald and Weather, and those words were stuck in my throat.

"...Of course, who can refuse victory?" Although it was extremely difficult, Pres responded with a rhetorical sentence.
Chapter completed!