Dumb Please Take a Seat

  Chapter 215 Finals (1)

  In the training room.

  The figures of the players training and fighting one after another.

   Muffled humming sounded from time to time.

   This means that someone has been beaten.

  The finals are approaching, and every participating member is sweating for himself.

   It is true that they made it to the final, but that doesn't mean that the championship is within reach.

   What's more, they have only practiced for a few days in the free combat combat mode. If it weren't for opportunism every time they competed, they might not even make it to the semi-finals.

  At the door, the young man was lazily leaning against the door frame, with his lips parted slightly, he yawned slowly, and the liquid gushing from his tear glands blurred his vision.

  Gong Jiu looked at the time silently, straightened his body, put his hands in his pockets, full of buttocks that cannot be ignored, the unique unruly wildness of young people.

  She said: "Enough! Give you half an hour to eat and rest."

  The expression on his face was faint.

   But not angry.

   "Yes, coach!" The people stopped, responded in unison, and left the training room one after another.

   At the end, when Gong Jiu turned around silently, the mobile phone in his pocket rang.

  While taking a step, she took it out to answer: "What's the matter."

   "Master, the person you want has woken up."

  The pace slowed down, she turned her footsteps, fell behind the team members, and entered the club restaurant.

   Wake up...

  The tails of his eyes were slightly lowered, and he withdrew a little bit of ruthlessness: "Since he is awake, let him open his mouth."

  Gong Jiu secretly took the food, sat down at the table with the food in hand, and took the mobile phone in the other hand, freeing his hand.

  Before he picked up the chopsticks, his side suddenly darkened.

  She raised her eyes and looked over, it was Jun Gu Bai's side face that seemed to be dazzled.

   "Brother." Gong Jiu silently called out, then retracted his eyes, listening to Old Tang on the phone.

   "I see," Old Tang's voice came through the microphone clearly: "It's just... the old Patriarch's mood has been fluctuating these past two days. Are you really not thinking about it?"

Jun Gu sat down slowly, picked up the chopsticks with his slender fingers, and his eyes fell on the young man who was on the phone. He saw the man's hand holding the vegetables. His complexion was extremely white, with a slightly cold tone, and the blood vessels inside looming.

   "In the limited time," Gong Jiuhan didn't put the thing she picked up into her mouth, she spoke slowly, with a dull expression on her pretty face, "I want to do something I want to do."

  Hung up the phone, Gong Jiu bowed his head in silence, and put the thing he picked up into his mouth again.

   After dinner, Jun Gu gathered for a temporary meeting to inform the members of the department about the MMA individual championship. After the K1 finals, he started to prepare for this matter.

   In addition, there is also the matter of competing with the NY club for the championship.

   Briefly explained the combat precautions, personal combat points, and a rough analysis of the opponent.

  After the meeting, Gong Jiu, who didn't want to go upstairs or go to the training room to be a wooden figure, followed Jun Gu silently and entered Jun Gu's office.

  Even so, Gong Jiuan was still bored.

   "Brother," on the sofa, Gong Jiu raised his head silently, his eyes mixed with a hint of wildness, "Tell me, what if ET loses?"

  She still remembers the first time they went out to eat together. Jun Gu said that ET would win the K1 summer competition.

  But now against NY, whose strength is unpredictable, good times and bad times do not follow the routine, this crown is not easy to win.

  Jun Gu shifted his gaze from the computer to her body, raised his hand, and unhurriedly helped his eyes, the corners of his lips curled slightly: "Shouldn't this be asked to you, this coach?"

   "I'm just a temporary one." Gong Jiu supported his head silently, shrinking to a place where the sun shines in.

   "At least you are now," Jun Gu looked at her subtle movements and raised his brows slightly.

  This little guy...does he like sunshine so much...

   "Tsk," she clicked.

   "Little guy, for fighters, the arena is the best teacher."

  (end of this chapter)