Don't mess with me, the bastard of the glory of the king

Chapter 140 Coach, I don't think so
Bai Zhan and Zuo Zong prepared a large table of dishes. There were more people than ever in the villa, and there were not enough stools to sit on. They went upstairs to move the chairs from the training room.

Several people sit around the table, and the dishes are arranged from the head to the end of the table to ensure that everyone has food in front of them.

Song Qi picked up a piece of meat, seeing everyone eating happily, hesitated for a while, and put it in his mouth.

Ok?
The taste is actually very good, not at all inferior to the craftsmanship of those chefs in star-rated hotels.

Song Qi looked at Bai Zhan miraculously, with a face full of surprise, "Assistant Baite, you are good at cooking. I didn't know before that you are so good at cooking."

The dish he ate was actually made by Zuo Zong. Bai Zhan didn't dare to take credit, so he humbly pushed Zuo Zong out: "Boss loves you, this is all made by Coach Zuo. If you want to praise, you should praise him."

Zuo Zong was more modest: "No, no, just do whatever you want."

This level can be achieved by just doing it casually, Shi Rui bit the chicken leg, very envious and jealous that Yao Zheng will have such a good canteen soon.

It would be great if she came to play the game too, so she could eat such delicious dishes.

After the meal, some desserts and fruits were served.

The men don't like to eat desserts, so they just eat some fruit with a toothpick.

Shi Rui once again experienced Zuo Zong's divine craftsmanship. It's fine if the dishes are delicious, even the desserts are so delicious.

"Uncle, do you still lack a girl?" Shi Ruichou asked shamelessly.

Unshaven, but old in appearance, in fact, only in his thirties is Zuo Zong: "...I just lack a brain."

Yao Zheng put down the toothpick when he heard the words, and said with a smirk: "Coach, I don't think so."

Zuo Zong just made a joke, but the little boyfriend immediately came out to protect his shortcomings, and the old man sighed in his heart that dating is too strict.

After dinner, Song Qi sent Gao Li and Shi Rui back to the apartment, and the others went upstairs for training.

The team account received a huge amount of money, Bai Zhan posted recruitment notices on major game websites, and the interview time was all arranged after the match against Crown.

After doing this, I contacted the surrounding intermediary agencies and asked if there were any houses for rent in the villa. The intermediary staff checked and gave him an address and phone number.

When Bai Zhan contacted the owner, Yao Zheng was undergoing high-intensity boring training under the arrangement of Zuo Zong.

After Yao Zheng came last time, Zuo Zong discovered that although he was good at operating skills and so on.

But there is one thing that is not good, Yao Zheng's mentality is not very stable, sometimes he is too hasty, he can win the opponent's head with a certainty, he will play tricks.

I heard that he was broadcasting live on Leopard Print before, Zuo Zong knew that platform was a bit more popular than Maoya where professional players gathered together.

Because entertainment is paramount, a large number of people are attracted to live broadcast.

Some people have reached the level of a king, but their consciousness operation is very average, because they have a higher chance of winning than ordinary people, so they are praised by many fans.

Although Yao Zheng's operation is better than that of ordinary people, he inevitably has the same impatience as those live broadcasts.

This kind of Yao Zheng has the ability to drive the rhythm, but he can't be in a headwind state, otherwise his mentality will collapse.

Zuo Zong wanted to hone his patience until he lost his temper before starting formal training.

Yao Zheng didn't know Zuo Zong's intention in this way, he suspected that the old man was using what happened on the table just now to torment him.

After half an hour of unilaterally abusing monsters on the whole map, he dropped the training machine, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, took out one and lit it, wrinkled his forehead, and stared blankly at the empty space opposite.

Zuo Zong, who was instructing Qiao Kai on the correct positioning, sniffled, turned his head, and saw Yao Zheng holding a cigarette in his hand with a familiar gesture, the training machine was placed on the table, and the brat looked dissolute.

(End of this chapter)