These guys don't dare to resist what Meng De arranges.
Unlike Wu Qiang, Meng De really controls the 'power of life and death' in the club. One of his decisions can really determine whether they play or not.
After a day of training, Mengde found an opportunity to call s1mple over.
He knew that s1mple must be angry now.
After all, his previous treatment seemed a bit targeted towards him.
Meng De washed two apples and handed one to s1mple.
"What's going on? Tell me now."
s1mple understood that the coach was asking why something like that happened in the game that day.
s1mple rubbed the apple with his hand and said, "The game could have been won that day."
"But I don't know why, they always make some stupid mistakes."
"There is no search at regular points, no crossfire, and they always fight on their own."
"If they had always made mistakes like this before, I wouldn't have said anything!"
"But they can do a good job!" s1mple's voice became louder, and when he was angry, he unconsciously started to switch to Russian.
"Speak Mandarin." Meng De reminded.
s1mple was interrupted by Meng De, and his whole desire to talk was a little stuck.
After being stunned for a long time, he continued: "They played very well in the previous game when we won the championship. Although they still made some mistakes, this time it was simply outrageous."
"Their performance in the game was as if they were made of silver."
"I knew clearly that the other side would press forward, but they refused to draw their guns. I even reminded them once or twice, but there was nothing I could do about it later!"
"I have worked very hard, but in the end I still lost. I don't understand how many people I need to kill to win the game." s1mple said a little aggrievedly.
Mengde also watched the video of that day's game while the players were training during the day.
So I understand that s1mple is not talking nonsense, what he said is true.
Seeing that s1mple was in a bad mood, Meng De moved a little closer to him.
Then he patted s1mple on the back and said, "I understand everything you said, but after all, this is a game for five people."
"I understand your confusion now, but you have to understand that not all professional players are geniuses like you."
As he spoke, Meng De put his left hand on his chest: "If the average professional player's talent is this high."
"Then your talent must be this high."
Meng De placed his right hand on his chin.
"That's why they are full of loopholes in your eyes."
"You can't ask these people to do the same thing as you. They can't do all the details in one game."
"If professional players are geniuses in the eyes of ordinary people, then you are a genius among professional players."
"The genius among geniuses!"
Meng De's compliment made s1mple blush a little.
Although he knew how talented he was, he still couldn't stand being praised in front of his face.
"Of course, let's discuss the matter." Meng De changed his voice, "Although they performed very poorly, is it really right for you to swear like that on the field?"
s1mple was silent for a while, then shook his head.
"It seems that you also know that putting pressure on teammates will not have any effect. On the contrary, it may also weaken the morale of the army."
"So then I figured you'd know how to do it."
"There won't be any more in the future." s1mple said proactively.
"Okay, let's go and have a rest. If nothing happens, you will go out to have porridge with us later."
"Don't ask Xigua to order takeout for you every day." Meng De finally said to him.
s1mple took the apple and ran away quickly.
After the others left, Meng De sighed in his heart.
Although I knew that s1mple had a bad mentality, I really didn't expect that he would break out on the field.
But I really don’t blame him. Meng De’s blood pressure was high when he watched that game.
If there were no camps in this game, you would believe that he was playing nine against one.
The faster s1mple kills here, the faster the other four players in VC can kill him.
Now that the emotions of the players have been calmed, the next game will be particularly important.
If the ranking is not good, then his credibility as a coach within the team will basically be gone.
s1mple's stable mentality may explode again.
The whole team was really riddled with holes.
Meng De was lying on the chair. The situation in the team really gave him a headache.
Now they urgently need a victory to regain the team's cohesion.
Meng De was still thinking about what method he should use to make others realize his mistake, when he heard a knock on the door.
"Come in."
Meng De thought it was Wu Qiang who sent information to the players.
Only to find that Lige was coming.
He was a little surprised, because except for s1mple, other players usually would not come to him.
"What's the matter? What's the matter?" Meng De asked.
Lige walked in with a sneer and said hesitantly:
"Good coach, good coach."
"Why, I haven't chatted with you yet, and you came to my door yourself?" Meng De teased with a smile.
"coach....."
Lige hesitated for a long time, seemed to have mustered up the courage, finally raised his head and said:
"I want to leave vc."
"Do you know what you're talking about now?"
The smile disappeared from Meng De's face, and his whole state became serious.
"I know, coach, I want to leave VC." After finally saying what he wanted to say, Lige felt relieved.
"But coach, don't get me wrong, I don't want to join another team, I just don't want to play."
Meng De breathed a sigh of relief. If there were other teams poaching people at this time, he really had no way to retain them.
Previously, the entire team's contract was extremely cheap, and even the buyout price didn't cost much.
"Did Sasha put pressure on you this time? He promised me that he would change it later," Meng De said.
Lige shook his head: "No, the main reason is myself."
"I have been playing professionally for nearly two years, and I have clearly seen my level."
"When I was playing professionally before, I felt that I was different and that I was awesome."
"But it wasn't until Sasha appeared that I realized that the talent I was so proud of was just a piece of shit in front of a real genius!"
Lige smiled relievedly: "To put it bluntly, I'm just an ordinary player with a little talent. When it comes to being a professional, I'm still far behind."
Meng De rubbed his temples and asked, "When did you get the idea?"
"After the first group match with ll."
"Have you thought about it?"
"I've thought about it."
"What are your plans next?"
"Go back to school again. With this champion, maybe you can become an anchor."
"It's indeed a good choice. When do you plan to leave?"
"Coach, just find someone to take my place and leave."
Lige's answers were fluent, letting Meng De know that there was no way he could persuade her back now.
But to be honest, he had no reason to be stuck on lige.
And Lige has already said that they can wait until they find new players before leaving.
This has been done to the utmost benevolence and justice.
"Okay, you go back first, I have to be quiet for such a big matter."
To be honest, his mind is a mess right now.
This thing happened so quickly that he couldn't accept it so quickly.
But Lige has made up his mind and cannot stay even if he wants to.
Now we can only hope that the lottery will bring out a good player.