"What are you doing?!" came an irritable male voice on the other end of the phone. He was really unhappy with other people calling him while he was sleeping.
"You'd better come back now, the new coach has come to the training room."
"Come just come..."
"What! The new coach came to the training room to check on people?" Lige was originally sleepy, but now he woke up instantly.
"You drag it for us, we'll be there soon."
As he spoke, Lige began to put on his clothes and shook his teammates awake.
"Get up quickly, the new coach is coming to inspect the training room, we are finished!"
Diandain next to him didn't know what was going on at first, but now he followed Lige's actions and hurriedly put on his clothes.
Diandian said to Lige: "You go and call Akz. I'll put on my clothes first and let him move faster."
Lige got dressed first and quickly went to the next room to call akz.
There were not many rooms left in the hotel last night, only two rooms were left. In the final allocation, akz chose a room by himself, while the two of them chose to share it equally. After all, as a third-tier player, the salary is not high, so he can save a little.
Yes a little.
After getting dressed, Lige turned around and went to the next door. He originally wanted to knock on the door, but found that the door was not locked at all.
Quickly enter the room and shake akz awake.
"Get up quickly, the new coach is here to inspect!"
"Come on, come on, what can he do? A young coach who just took office yesterday, what rights does he have?" Azr lay down on the bed and said nonchalantly, "At most, they will fine me a few days' salary, and this little money will be treated as mine."
It’s a meeting gift for him.”
"You really don't want to go?" Lige asked.
"You have to go and do it yourself."
Seeing that there was really no other way, Lige stopped trying and took a taxi back to the club with Diandain.
.......
Meng De saw in the training room that Tig was practicing with the gun. The number of bots in the picture had reached 2,000, and two players who were sweating profusely finally arrived belatedly.
"Come back?" Meng De asked.
The two of them gasped and nodded.
For a bunch of Internet-addicted teenagers like them, the amount of exercise today was a bit exaggerated.
But they were glad that Xigua didn't lie to them, and the new coach was really here.
Meng De said slowly: "I don't care what you went to do today, but I hope that next time you go out during work hours, you can report in advance."
"I didn't have that habit before, I hope you will have it in the future."
"There is another person, hasn't he come back?" Meng De continued to ask.
Lige calmed down his breathing for a while, and then hesitantly said: "He is not finished with his work."
Meng De nodded: "Since he is not finished yet, let him work for a little longer. There is no need to come back."
After finishing the warm-up, Xigua understood the meaning of Meng De's words: "Coach, his level is really good. Without him, we would be short of snipers."
"Yes, he actually played very well, but something really happened today."
"Even if we kill him, we don't have any other substitutes to play!"
Several people around him echoed, begging for mercy for him.
The analyst behind him also said: "Mr. Meng, it's just your first day as a coach and you're making a substitution. Isn't it bad?"
"No, it's already the second day!" Meng De said as he looked at the players: "The world will turn around without anyone, not to mention that we have nothing to lose anymore. Since he doesn't want to fight well, then I
Let him fulfill it."
"What about the sniper position? There is no one to support him!" Tig felt helpless.
"I will find a way to deal with the players. All you have to do now is train well." Meng De gestured to the two people still standing at the door with his eyes.
The two goalkeepers immediately returned to their seats and turned on the computer to start training.
"We have lost enough games before. Now that the boss has chosen me, we hope this will never happen again. Our next goal is to enter the main draw of the major and qualify for it."
Lige, who had returned to his position, just took a sip of water and spit it out immediately after hearing Meng De's words.
We can't even win a third-tier game now, so you ask us to qualify for the major. Coach, are you sure you're not doing this for fun?
Seeing the players staring at him with disbelief, Meng De didn't feel nervous at all and just smiled:
"No team is a champion right out of the gate, but if it doesn't even have the desire to become stronger, then this team is truly useless."
"But that was a major. Our Chinese team has not entered a major in eight years," Xigua said.
They don't dare to set this goal, because it is too far away. They are currently at the bottom of the third tier, and they will be in the first tier after entering the major. It is too slim to talk about it now.
"Someone has to break this record, why not us?"
"Of course, the small goal now is definitely to win the first victory in a long time. All the young people, come on."
At this time, Meng De received a message from his boss on his cell phone, asking him to come over.
Mengde turned to the analyst and assistant and said: "Make a note of Azr's matter, and let him pack his things and leave the next time he comes into the club."
He said these words in the training room and did not mean to stop the players.
This also made them feel cold in their hearts. This coach is serious!
Lige looked at the endless flow of cars outside the window and sighed in his heart, 'You may not have lost a few days' wages this time, but this job!'
"We have really been too lazy this year." Xigua looked at Meng De's retreating figure and said.
Several people next to him also nodded, they all knew this.
This is their second year of joining the profession, and they are far less enthusiastic than the first year.
This also led to lax training and often poor performance, so when it came to the competition, he was beaten to a bloody head.
In the end, a very serious vicious circle was formed.
Seeing that the commander with the best temper inside had spoken, several people were also reflecting on themselves.
"We really don't have the mentality we had when we first entered the profession. Every day we think about who has the highest score, who has the most fans, and whose jewelry looks good," Lige said.
"We can't go on like this. We have to work hard, or else we will become anchors after we retire? Come on."
"Let's warm up. After we've warmed up, we'll line up in pairs and practice coordination."
........
Meng De was walking on the way to his boss's office and opened the lottery interface of the e-sports manager system in his mind.
The novice gift package given by the system previously gave him the qualifications to draw players several times. Now that the internal sniper is given to T, he must recruit a player, otherwise this loophole will not be solved, and he will really compete.
You have to go on stage to enjoy it.
Moreover, he judged from the information he had seen before that the (fake) status of azr should mean a fake match.
Is that why you don’t come to work?
Meng De did not continue to struggle with this idea. He opened the [Orienteering Athlete Lottery Ticket] in his personal backpack and expressed his intention to use it.
[Select player position]——[Sniper]
A picture of a box being opened by a key appeared in front of me, which was very similar to the CSGO unboxing picture.
The heads of different players began to appear below, and there were even quality color signs next to them.
The profile picture kept sliding, and a golden profile frame appeared in front of Meng De. He couldn't help but hold his breath.
Seeing the golden head finally stop on the pointer, he seemed to hear that sentence in his ears: