Chu Zhongtian was not happy for long, or it was another form of sadness that caused great joy. In the next training class, he practiced heading. Chu Zhongtian was very good at heading, but although Russell was 1.88 meters tall, he was a hard-working heading. During the training, Chu Zhongtian easily completed the coach's requirements and then watched Russell make a fool of himself.

He was not worried about the punishment after the training. He was not afraid of the sixty-meter retracement.

So after the training, Russell, who knew that he had performed poorly, looked sad and waited for the head coach to sentence him to death.

The other players looked at the head coach with anticipation, hoping to know how he would torture the two guys who disliked each other today.

"No suspense." Eames took today's rating record. "The people who have to stay and receive punishment today are Chu and Russell. Russell. Your performance in heading training is really bad. If you don't want to be punished next time, it's better to work hard to improve your heading level yourself."

A burst of laughter came from the crowd, and some people even whistled heartlessly, causing Borger to glare. But who made Russell do such a miserable way to make Chu Zhongtian so miserable before that, so that few people in the team now sympathize with him.

After the commotion in the crowd was a little less, Eames said to the two people: "I won't punish you to run 60 meters today and run back. You have to take the ball and run around the pole."

As soon as these words came out, it was Chu Zhongtian's turn to change color. He looked at Eames in surprise. Eames smiled and said supplementary conditions to him: "If someone touches the pole with the ball, or misses the pole, they must return to the starting point and start again. Each person is forty times."

"Ah hahaha!" Russell, who was standing on the side, suddenly burst into laughter without any concern, and tears came out of his eyes. It was not an exaggeration to describe his mood at this moment as "escaping from death". Finally, it was his turn to be proud...

"You're done now, Chinese boy!" Borger shouted at Chu Zhongtian with his fists, not caring about the head coach being next to him. Now he is as excited as if he scored the goal in person in the game. Damn, let you laugh at us! Let you be proud! Now whoever laughs at him!

Russell is best at this thing. Not to mention forty times, he will not have any problems even if he does it forty times. If he touches the rod and misses the rod? Such things will not happen to him at all! Without waiting for Eames to say anything, he took the initiative to carry the football and walked over. Assistant coach Ingrich was inserting the rod. There were ten rods in total, each rod was two meters apart, and the distance was very narrow. You can see at a glance that this was done on purpose.

Seeing this, Russell laughed again. This time it was his turn to watch Chu Zhongtian’s joke.

However, Xilin and Sullivan frowned next to each other, and they couldn't feel happy. They also knew that Chu was not good at dribbling and dribbling the ball around the pole. During normal training, Chu didn't do it very well. You should know that during the last training, Chu Zhongtian made many mistakes while dribbling the ball around the pole, which led to his training score being too low. After the training, Russell also stayed with him for forty sprints and back-running.

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That evening, under the supervision of Eames and Ingrich, Chu Zhongtian ran around the pole from forty times to one hundred times before finally completing the task. This was obviously more tiring than letting him run forty and sixty meters back. The football was always not obedient enough at his feet. If he wades a little bigger, he would miss the pole, and if he doesn't miss the pole, he would touch the pole. Anyway, no trip could be easily completed. After reworking a few times at the beginning, he thought of a way - move slowly, not to ride the ball at all, but to move the ball. Let the football move forward inch by inch under his feet, and others also took small steps carefully, for fear that the football would fly out as soon as he tried hard.

Just as he was proud of his genius' countermeasures, Eames immediately leaned over and yelled in his ear: "Do you play football like this? Chu! Snails run faster than you! You are so embarrassing!"

Just after the head coach yelled in his ear, he heard laughter from Russell again. He could tolerate the head coach yelling at him, but he could not be ridiculed by his mortal enemy. So he kicked the football out again, and now the football hit the pole. Eames, who was yelling with murderous aura, pointed to the Qidian expressionlessly: "Start again."

Russell and Borger were laughing and laughing back and forth.

Later, Chu Zhongtian kept touching the pole, leaking the pole, and constantly returning. Borger and Russell had no strength to laugh. They sat in the stands and watched Chu Zhongtian's jokes. They saw the sunset, the white crescent moon appeared in the deep blue sky, and the street lights on the distant highway were lit one by one. It was already 7:30...

Borger yawned in the stands: "Why aren't it over yet, how many times have you?"

Russell, who was sitting next to him, supported his chin and said, "Sixty-seven times."

Ingrich approached Eames and whispered to him: "Are you too harsh in this spacing?"

Eames frowned and said, "There is nothing to do if you change now..."

While talking, Chu Zhongtian finally passed the last pole and did not touch the benchmark.

Borger in the stands suddenly stood up: "Yeah!"

Then he found Russell looking up at him, and sat down with a little embarrassedly: "I am...I think we can go home early...so excited, hehe..."

Russell ignored his explanation and turned his eyes to the stadium, quietly watching the stubborn figure holding the football back to the starting point, ready to start again.

"Very good, Chu! I'll complete it with seven more successful pole runs!" Ingrich's words revealed indescribable joy. He seemed to wish Chu Zhongtian would go smoothly in the next seven times.

After hearing the assistant coach's words, Borger suddenly said to Russell next to him: "I think now that the boss is actually deliberately slandering him, not slapping your teeth... The kind of physical punishment is like gritting his teeth. He knows what time he will practice..."

Russell said nothing, just stared at Chu Zhongtian. Seeing that he had lost the ball again, Eames called him back and started again from the starting line.

In fact, this is quite tiring, just like running back ten times and sixty meters. Because they just finished a training class. The exercise in the training class is not a walk, so the amount of exercise does not have to be simply running small, and everyone is consuming physical fitness. When the training is over, everyone is actually very tired and just thinking about going home to rest as soon as possible. This is also the reason why he is afraid of punishment after the training is over.

When the afterglow of the sunset was completely submerged in a thick night, Chu Zhongtian finally completed all forty complete, unproblematic runs around the pole, and the hour hand on the watch had already pointed to the eight o'clock position.

His whole body was soaked in sweat and he was panting like a cow. This was indeed more tiring than letting him run for six kilometers. Because the running lap was at a constant speed, while running the ball required constant change of rhythm - starting, emergency stop, starting, acceleration, emergency stop... so repeated, and these changes were made in a very short time. Sometimes I knew that there was only one second interval, and each change of rhythm was a stimulation to my muscles and heart.

"Good job, Chu." Eames walked up and patted Chu Zhongtian on the shoulder: "Now go take a shower and go home."

Chu Zhongtian was so tired that he couldn't speak, he just nodded tiredly. This was completely equivalent to practicing for more than an hour after normal training.

Ingrich was a little unbearable. In fact, during the whole process, after Chu Zhongtian missed the ball several times, Eames did not realize it at the first time. He also planned to turn a blind eye and pretend that he had not seen it. Unexpectedly, Chu walked back to the starting line with the football in his arms, so Eames knew that he had done something wrong just now and added: "Start again."

Why bother with Russell?

Borger and Russell in the stands then stood up and patted their cold butts, "Let's go, go home."

The two spectators in the stands left, and the coaches returned to their offices. The dark court was empty, and Chu Zhongtian was the only one. He suddenly lay down, like a big character, his chest was fluctuating violently, and he was breathing heavily.

Looking at the deep blue night sky, he laughed.

Isn’t it just a loss in the turn?

Sister, you want to play, I will accompany you to the end!

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