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Chapter 9 Coach Qin is really irritable
Li Changxiao looked at Qin Fan in puzzlement and said, "Then what else do you want, the decision has already been made, you are a world champion, you can't go back on your word."

"I'm not talking about Sun Wood, I'm talking about you and me, there are three chapters of agreement." Qin Fan said while sipping tea.

Li Changxiao suddenly realized that the co-author was trying to use this excuse to blackmail me: "You said it earlier, it made me very nervous."

"First, you have to buy me Biluochun every month from now on, the best quality." Qin Fan laughed.

"no problem."

"Second, you are not allowed to intervene in my decision in the future, nor can you interfere."

Li Changxiao thought for a moment and said, "That's fine, I'll listen to you."

"This is the third..." Qin Fan showed a sinister smile, seeing that Li Changxiao remained silent, he immediately felt that something was wrong.

"How?" Li Changxiao asked.

"The third is that I still have to go to school, and I can only come here on weekends, so most of the time you have to supervise them to carry out my arrangements." Qin Fan said with a chuckle.

Li Changxiao heaved a sigh of relief, and said, "What a big deal I am. I already knew about your schooling, and I have made arrangements for it."

Qin Fan's sinister smile suddenly collapsed, feeling that he had wasted a great opportunity to blackmail Li Changxiao, he thought to himself, if he had known, he would have said I would not come.

Li Changxiao saw through his careful thinking, and quickly said: "You have to come, you have already taken the 300 million deposit."

"Just thinking about it, I know the seriousness." Qin Fan laughed dryly, and then said seriously: "The establishment of the team must be completely cancelled. Within three months, these people will all be candidates for the team."

"What if there is a competition in those three months?" Li Changxiao asked.

"It's not the World League. There's nothing important about small games. Just pick a few players to play in training games." Qin Fan said indifferently.

Li Changxiao was speechless for a moment, thinking that you are the world champion, of course you don't like small competitions, but we are not, we still expect small competitions to gain some fame.

"Next year's World League, if you want to win the championship, you can listen to me." Qin Fan said.

Li Changxiao gasped, thinking, the world champion is different, the world league champion is just like his own.

"You mean what you say? It's not a few months until the next World League." Li Changxiao asked.

"It counts, it's just the World League." Qin Fan shrugged and said indifferently.

"This is the exercise sheet I made for them. Everyone is not allowed to play games during this time, even when they go home at night." Qin Fan tore off the last few pages of his small notebook and handed it to Chang Li. flute.

Li Changxiao looked at him with disgust, and said, "Brother, it's the 21st century, can you not be so down-to-earth, and use a computer to make documents?"

"I've been using small notebooks before, and I'm used to it." Qin Fan said indifferently.

Li Changxiao sighed, thinking, the dignified king actually used a small notebook as an exercise sheet, and the news made people laugh out loud.

After reading the practice requirements on the four small pieces of paper, Li Changxiao said in disbelief: "Eight hours a day? All of them practice guns? And all kinds of guns have to be practiced?"

"That's right, their marksmanship is really bad. With this kind of marksmanship, any team in the World League can instantly kill them. Marksmanship is the basic skill. If the marksmanship is not in place, any tactics are meaningless." Qin Fan said with a serious expression.

At the beginning, he was much more strict with his team than this, requiring everyone in the team to have a marksmanship level higher than the basic level of the World League.

Even supply soldiers have the same high requirements for marksmanship. If their sniper is killed, everyone in the team can step up to take his place.

One can imagine how much talent and hard work is required to become a sniper of Caesars.

"Well, you have the final say." Li Changxiao shrugged again, and said helplessly, he felt as if he had heard the wailing of the team members.

"Then it's ok, I don't have anything to do here, school starts on the 29th, I have to move, goodbye." Qin Fan waved to Li Changxiao with a smile, and left with a smile.

Li Changxiao shrugged helplessly again, he had to do the hard work.

Looking at the inhumane practice sheet in his hand, Li Changxiao thought to himself, it is a blessing for them to have such a devilish coach on the table. I don't know how many teams across the country are lining up to let King abuse them.

Before Qin Fan left, he was wandering around the training area while eating cold steamed stuffed buns and soy milk.

As Qin Fan walked around, the smell of the buns in his hands spread throughout the practice area. Many of the team members hadn't had time to eat breakfast in the morning. At this time, they were already hungry and their stomachs were growling.

"Whose stomach keeps growling?" Qin Fan asked.

Qin Fan originally wanted to see who didn't have breakfast so he could order takeaway for them, but when a group of people heard his words, they thought Coach Qin was angry again, so they tightened their stomachs for fear of making a sound.

How could their small actions hide from Qin Fan's eyes, and he was speechless in his heart, am I so scary?What an amiable person I am, how can this group of people be so scared.

Just saw Sun Wood who came back from taking out the garbage, and shouted: "Didn't you see that the team members are hungry? Why don't you hurry down and buy breakfast."

He was scolded by Qin Fan for no reason, but Sun Wood didn't lose his temper at all. He nodded and bowed and ran downstairs to buy breakfast.

After receiving Li Changxiao's hint, Sun Wood also understood what Qin Fan meant, that he wanted to exercise his temper and let him change his temper. Compared with entering the professional circle, changing his temper is nothing.

But this situation fell into the eyes of those team members whose stomachs were growling just now, but it was another interpretation, "Look, look, what did I say, Coach Qin really has a bad temper. '

At this time, they felt both rejoicing and fearful, and secretly said, fortunately, I am smart, otherwise I would be the one being scolded right now.

After breakfast, Qin Fan left the Star Club, rode a small motorcycle back home, and while packing his things, he called Third Uncle's manager.

Originally, he just wanted to ask about the specific house number of the house, but the agent insisted on coming over to take him to the Huayuan District in person, obviously he got his third uncle's advice early on.

"I didn't expect Young Master Qin to be so simple. I thought I had admitted the wrong person just now." The agent looked at him through the rearview mirror while driving the car.

"Don't call me Young Master Qin." Qin Fan raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, Young Master Qin... Ah, I'm sorry, Young Master Qin, can I call you Master Qin Fan?" the manager asked cautiously.

In the view of this agent, Qin Fan is the young master of the Qin family group, and he will inherit the Qin family's property in the future. He will be a top figure who would knock down a large number of people in the magic city. Calling him by his name is too offensive.What he didn't know was that Qin Fan didn't have any sense of identity. What annoyed him most was that people called him young master.

Qin Fan opened his mouth, and finally sighed weakly. It was indeed too difficult for a small real estate agent to call him by his first name, so he could only feel wronged.

It was lunch time at this time, and the traffic in Shanghai was extremely congested. It took them a full hour to rush from Qin Fan's rented house to the Garden District.

"Just this building?" Qin Fan asked.

"Yes, Master Qin Fan, on the 32nd floor." The real estate agent replied respectfully.

When Qin Fan heard the word young master, the corners of his eyes twitched, he endured it, and prepared to carry the suitcase.

Seeing this, the real estate agent hurried forward to pick up the suitcase, and said, "Master Qin Fan, I'll do this kind of rough work."

A vein rose from the corner of Qin Fan's forehead, and he thought to himself, "Young master, young master, why do you still call him such an old-fashioned title in the 21st century." '

But seeing the real estate agent working so hard, and couldn't bear to talk about him, he took a deep breath, calmed down, and said, "Let's go."

"I'll call the resident first and ask her to move out of the master bedroom." The manager smiled flatteringly.

At this time, on the 32nd floor of the building they were climbing, in room 3203, a beautiful and beautiful woman was broadcasting live, and suddenly received a call, and the word 'landlord' was displayed on the phone.

(End of this chapter)