Ping Pong Life

Chapter 42 The Unusual Cook

Wang Chao left the office.

His mood is very calm, because for him, the so-called closed special training has no sense of mystery, and he can even clearly explain every project that will be carried out during the special training process, and what the significance of those projects are.

In his previous life, as the head coach of special training, he personally organized three special training sessions for the provincial team and seven special training sessions for the national team, all of which were decided by him alone.

He doesn't need the guidance of any national coach, he just needs a place to practice.

If he had to find some meaning for the special training, it would probably be that he could meet more and stronger opponents and improve his actual combat ability.

That's it.

Jiang Shan came back at about eleven o'clock, his face was full of joy that could not be concealed, he was a little ashamed after seeing Wang Chao, he hesitated to come over, and said in a low voice: "Brother Chao..."

"Congratulations." Wang Chao smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Behave well then, and don't embarrass our team."

"What did you say?" Jiang Shan blinked: "I wasn't selected."

Wang Chao was stunned.

"Coach Jiang Long said that although I am very talented, I am still young, and my results in this big cycle are not good enough. Therefore, whether to let me go or let you go, we need to observe for a while."

Jiang Shan explained: "I was a little embarrassed just now, because I thought that this spot should belong to you, but now it has become a competition between the two of us."

After Wang Chao thought for a while, he understood Jiang Long's thoughts.

Jiang Long must have mission indicators.

If the selected seedlings perform too poorly, he will also be criticized by the head coach of the provincial team.

Jiangshan's hard power is indeed a little bit worse, and although Wang Chao lost yesterday, his actual combat ability actually moved Jiang Long very much.

So even though Wang Chao was very uncooperative, Jiang Long still preferred to recommend Wang Chao.

However, face cannot be lost, especially for a coach like Jiang Long who values ​​his own prestige, the face is even bigger than the sky.

That's why he deliberately asked Wang Chao to inform Jiangshan, and then deliberately said this to Jiangshan.

This is putting pressure on Wang Chao.

For young people, when the blood is on the top, there is no taboo, but when the matter is over and the emotions cool down, they will still make the right choice.

In order to participate in the special training, it's a little bit of a deal, how big is it?

He hoped that after Wang Chao heard the news, he would take the initiative to admit his mistakes and be obedient.

He gave another lesson, turned enemy into friend with Wang Chao, and shook hands to make peace.

In this way, all face and face are saved.

but……

He first asked himself to inform Jiang Shan, and then deliberately asked Jiang Shan to tell him the allusion. What kind of trouble is this going to do?

Are you deliberately creating a gap between yourself and Jiangshan?

Maybe he also told Wuli about the current situation.

Three candidates, two places, is this to emulate the ancients "two peaches kill three scholars"?

Wang Chao couldn't help laughing.

The coach from this provincial team is a bit interesting...

However, his plan is probably about to fail.

"Brother Chao, what are you laughing at?" Jiang Shan asked beside him.

"It's nothing." Wang Chao patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I'm not interested in special training, this spot is 100% yours."

……

That afternoon, Jiang Long really waited for Wang Chao to admit his mistake in the office, but he didn't find anyone until after get off work.

Jiang Long waited another day the next day, but Wang Chao still didn't go.

So after lunch at noon on the third day, Jiang Long took the initiative to call Jiang Shan and asked him if he had told Wang Chao about the competition.

Then, his face completely darkened.

"Wang Chao is a player, although he has some talent, but his foundation is not solid, his personality is too stubborn, he insists on his own wrong ideas, he refuses to listen to the coach, he can't discipline him, so it's better to give up."

"Jiang Shan, despite his young age, is very talented. He is very good at double-sided arc shots. He has a good sense of the ball, flexible style of play, no obvious flaws, and his ball-spinning skills are especially beautiful. Given time, he will become a great player. Recommended."

"Force, needless to say, is the seedling of the national team that many of our coaches are optimistic about. Recommended."

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Long wrote the names of Wu Li and Jiang Shan in black and white, stamped and signed, and notified Luo Zhihong first, and then submitted it. At this point, the quota was confirmed and there was no change.

Perhaps to stimulate Wang Chao, he asked Luo Zhihong to announce the news immediately.

And that night in the cafeteria, this incident became a hot topic of conversation among the team members while eating.

Wang Chao still had dinner with Jiang Shan. After Jiang Shan was selected, he was in a great mood. He talked to Wang Chao about his future plans, which were probably daydreams like punching Luo Jiu, kicking Bai Feng, and sitting on his ass to death Sun Tianlong. , talking and talking, suddenly said: "Brother Chao, why do you always eat with your left hand recently, is it on purpose? It looks weird."

"Are you awkward?" Wang Chao skillfully threw peanuts into his mouth with his left hand: "Normal people always find left-handers awkward, but left-handers themselves don't feel awkward."

"What are you pretending to do? It's as if you are left-handed." Jiang Shan couldn't help laughing: "I heard that there used to be players who couldn't catch the backhand ball because of poor footwork. The referee gank, Brother Chao, you are not stimulated by the loss to force, and you plan to build this kind of aircraft, right?"

Wang Chao smiled without saying a word.

Jiang Shan suddenly stopped smiling, with a tense expression on his face, and pouted his mouth to signal Wang Chao to look back.

The cook is here...

The hidden boss in the cafeteria put the tray in his hand on the table of two people, and the tray was full of four dishes.

A plate of white-cut chicken, a plate of char siew in honey sauce, a plate of sweet and sour pork with pineapple, and finally a bowl of steaming fish balls in clear soup.

Looking at the three dishes and one soup that looked so good, Wang Chao felt his scalp tingle: "You are tired of cooking Sichuan cuisine. Are you studying Cantonese cuisine?"

The cook didn't talk much, and sat down at the next table, and suddenly there was a "crash", and all the people eating at the next table dispersed.

"Don't ask so many questions." The cook showed a rare smile today: "Try it?"

He looked at Jiang Shan again: "You too."

The two were trembling, and for safety's sake, each scooped up a spoonful of fish soup, sipped it carefully, then their eyes lit up slightly, and they said in unison: "Not bad."

The cook was quite satisfied, and said: "I recently found that Sichuan cuisine is too heavy on seasoning, not on ingredients, and it is too overwhelming, which is not suitable for me. Cantonese cuisine pays attention to highlighting the original flavor of ingredients, but it is more in line with my temperament, so I changed the direction of research. Sure enough, cooking Big rise, you can come and eat in the future, don't worry."

Wang Chao still maintained a cautious attitude, using chopsticks to pick up only a little bit of each of the three dishes. After tasting it, he had to admit that the cook had really changed his mind this time.

However, whether the food is good or not is obviously not the crux of the problem.

"Did you have anything to do with me today?" Wang Chao asked directly.

The cook refused to say it directly, but said: "I watched the game where you played martial arts, it was very good."

Wang Chao blinked and said, "So why do you keep looking for me?"

The cook said: "That new technology is also interesting, have you given it a name?"

Wang Chao could only answer the question first: "That technique is called Douguai, also called Nituola, you can find me today..."

"I've also heard about the closed special training." The cook didn't answer at all, and said to himself: "Jiang Long is not a bad-hearted person, but he is a bit extreme in his actions, but, boy, you are wayward."

Wang Chao gave up the previous question, carefully observed the expression on the cook's face, and asked tentatively, "So you are here to comfort me?"

"Consolation? No, you're not that fragile." The cook shook his head: "But I do feel sorry for you. You just entered the industry, and you may not be clear about the benefits of closed special training for athletes. It's a radical change. .”

He pointed to Jiang Shan: "This little guy is cheap."

Wang Chao felt that things seemed to be interesting.

Originally, Luo Zhihong was the biggest in this base, but after Jiang Long came, holding a recommended spot in his hand, and holding a chicken feather as an arrow, he felt a little bit overwhelming.

And now, the cook, the real dragon, can't see it, is he going to show off his muscles?

After all, the cook just said that Sichuan cuisine is overwhelming, which may not be without insinuation...

"So, do you want to compensate me?" Wang Chao tentatively said, "After all, I suffered such a big loss."

This is a joke.

When he harassed the cook, he didn't have any sense of utilitarianism, and now he naturally doesn't need any compensation from the cook.

What's more, as the former coach of the national team, the chef's experience and experience, although invaluable to others, are really not attractive to Wang Chao.

But what Wang Chao didn't expect was that the cook really answered this time.

"Yes." The cook became serious and said, "Boy, how about I introduce you to a teacher?"

With a bang, there was a loud noise from around.

But Jiang Shan, who was eating meat, was taken aback by the cook's words, slipped his buttocks, and sat down directly on the ground.

(End of this chapter)