Everyone looked at the result with some surprise. In previous similar games, Chu Zhongtian and Russellko always pulled each other back... They had never won even any small game.

Eames laughed: "I was really surprised by the result. Russell and Chu actually won."

"This is for granted, boss. I'm very strong." Russell pointed at himself shamelessly and raised his head, with a long-lost look of pride on his face again.

Someone whistled next to him.

Chu Zhongtian stood behind him, showing nothing.

Eames looked at the two people, then turned around and said to the other players: "Four groups again. Have you seen it? It's like playing like this. This game tests cooperation and decision-making, not the level of ball game."

It turned out that the pyramid in the middle was just a cover. Russell now felt that Chu Zhongtian’s initial analysis was really correct...

After the two of them came down, Russell returned to Borger, and Xilin came to Chu Zhongtian. The group where Sullivan was was called out to participate in the game, and he came to accompany Chu Zhongtian alone.

"Hey, Chu. What's wrong with you two?" Xilin asked Chu Zhongtian in a low voice.

"What's going on?" Chu Zhongtian pretended to be confused.

"Stop pretending. This game tests teamwork. You can actually win. It is absolutely impossible if you don't cooperate... Tell me quickly, what happened between you when we went to the competition?"

At the same time, on the other side, Borger is also "interrogating" his friend Russell.

"I said, Russell. What's going on? Are you joining hands with that Chinese kid?"

"It's very simple, Gavin. It's no good for me to continue making trouble. I want to play football and play." Russell's answer made Borger stunned for a long time.

Chu Zhongtian looked at Xilin who cared about him, "Joe. I came here to play football, not to fight anyone. I don't want to happen again when you go to the game, I'm left to train alone."

Xilin smiled and slapped him: "I'm very happy that you can think of this, Chu! To be honest, I feel relieved when you are behind. You didn't see the game that day. We were one ball ahead of the opponent at the last moment, and they almost couldn't hold on... At that time, I was downstairs and thought, it would be great if you were!"

His words were a bit complimentary, but Chu Zhongtian accepted them happily. He has always been very confident in his defense.

"Hey, Alai. Are you just looking at that Chinese boy proudly?" Borger didn't give up.

"He made a fool of himself, and I made a fool of himself. We got even, Gavin. It was just a little bit of trouble... What's the benefit of continuing to make trouble?"

"But……"

Russell glared at him: "How about we change, you are in the same group as him, and you will be left to be tortured after each training?"

"Uh..." Borge waved his hand immediately, "Okay, I support your decision, Alai..."

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After the training, the players completed their final jog and relaxed. Eames once again gathered the players.

"What a pity, Russell and Chu performed very well today. They did not become the last in the team."

This result is not surprising, everyone can see it during training. Russell and Chu performed very differently today.

"Since the two of them are not the last, I'm not interested in punishing others..." Eames revealed his true thoughts - this punishment mechanism has been targeted at Russell and Chu from the beginning... But this also made the others breathe a sigh of relief. It seems that they don't have to be left to be left like a joke to receive punishment alone.

"The day after tomorrow is our first league game, and the official jerseys will be sent to you. So here, I have to ask first - does anyone have any preference for any number?"

As soon as he finished asking, many people raised their hands.

“10 is my lucky number!”

"Huh? Such a coincidence? 10 is also my lucky number!"

"No, right? The lucky number for both of you is also 10?"

"My favorite is No. 10!"

"Sim, don't mess around. You are a defender, what is the number 10!"

"What's wrong? The goalkeeper can wear No. 10, why can't the defender?"

“9 is also my lucky number!”

"I appeared on September 9th, and Jiu is my favorite!"

"I like 11. No one is competing with me for this number, right?"

"I like Gerald, I want the No. 8 jersey!"

"I am a Beckham fan, leave it to me on the 7th!"

Looking at the noisy scene in front of him, Ingrich laughed, while Eames was a little helpless.

"Quiet!" he shouted. "Everything is quiet!"

The players finally closed their mouths, and the court was so quiet that they could only hear people's breathing. But everyone was expecting that their favorite numbers could eventually be assigned to them.

"I'm so sorry I shouldn't ask this question..." Eames rubbed his temples and said with pain. "If you want to choose the number you like, you may have to make a fight with each other first. So I decided to assign it to me and do things that offend people. In the game the day after tomorrow, I will send all your jerseys to you. Remember my principle is that people who can participate in training and competitions have a greater chance of getting the main number."

After he said this, many people knew that their beloved No. 10 and No. 9 were far away from them.

"We have no training plan tomorrow. If you have your own business, please do your business and leave your Saturday time. We are away games, but I believe there must be many fans going to watch the game. Don't be embarrassed in front of so many people, guys. Now, disband!"

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After the players left, Eames extended his hand to Ingrich beside him.

"What is this?" Ingrich was not sure.

"Give the money!" Eames said bluntly.

"What money?" Ingrich looked confused.

"Damn, do you want to bet on the debt? Nicky? You lost a bet, one hundred pounds!" Seeing his partner like this, Eames wanted to take off his clothes and find his wallet to get the money himself.

"Who said I lost? It's just a training class. It's too early to draw conclusions now? I think it's time to know whether the two of them have reconciled or not. "Ingrich's explanation makes some sense.

Eames tilted his head and thought for a while, then nodded: "Good! Then let's watch it again in the game! But this is just to leave that hundred pounds in your wallet for two more days."

"Are you just short of that hundred pounds, Terry?" Ingrich said with a pout.

"Nonsense! I work part-time here, and my salary is only seventy-five pounds a week. I will earn a hundred pounds every time I bet with you. Why not? Otherwise, let's bet again? Can Chu and Russell be the core of the team?"

He just said it casually, but Ingrich immediately replied: "Okay!"

Ims looked at Ingrich in a strange way: "You haven't lost enough yet, you?"

"I'm just curious, hey!" Ingrich smiled at Eames.

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