my sister is not a helper

Chapter 235 What if I don't want to take the blame?

There were dozens of players and coaches in the meeting room, all looking at Lin Zhe.

As for Lin Zhe, he only looked at one person.

Coach Kim.

As a senior coach, he has ruled over dozens of teams, big and small. Coach Jin has repaired countless thorny players. His aura is not ordinary majesty. Ordinary players can't help but be careful when they are stared at by his eyes. Liver quivering.

But today, Coach Jin faced Lin Zhe's cold gaze, but he only persisted for less than a minute before avoiding looking elsewhere.

"Some of our players, relying on their talents and the money they have in their families, disregard discipline and lawlessness, disregard the overall situation of the team, and damage the image of our great Wei people."

Director Feng opened and closed his mouth wide, spewing spittle flying across the sky, and threw out big hats on top of the line.

Although he didn't mention his name, his eyes were wide open, looking at Lin Zhe as if he was killing his father and enemy.

This caused half of the people in the conference room to look at Lin Zhe quite unkindly, as if they had robbed their daughter-in-law.

As for the players of Team B, their gazes were a bit complicated, some were shocked, some admired, but most of them were delighted.

Looking at Director Feng's distraught look on the stage, the report must have caused a lot of trouble, and the outside media might have caused a lot of noise.

If this matter cannot be suppressed, those professional players will definitely give up all of them to keep the team clean. Then seven or eight main players plus substitutes will leave more than a dozen positions vacant.

With so many positions, it must be cheaper for the student players of Team B!

"This time, Zuxie will definitely deal with it seriously, and I promise, the result of the handling will be very, very serious"

Director Feng was still spitting and flying around on the stage, but there was gradually a look of anxiety in his fierce eyes.

why?
Because Lin Zhe didn't speak, he just looked at him and Coach Jin so coldly, his contemptuous eyes were like lava fire, which burned his heart uncomfortably.

He had no evidence to prove that it was Lin Zhe who reported it, but he guessed that it was Lin Zhe who did it through some clues.

If Lin Zhe was the kind of ordinary player who can be rubbed and rubbed, Director Feng would have already attacked him by name and name.

But Lin Zhe was not.

Lin Zhe is the owner of hundreds of thousands of pocket money a day.

If he publicly accused Lin Zhe in such a public place, the consequences would be beyond his control.

If Lin Zhe asked a barrister to sue him for defamation, it would be a big news!
Originally using a professional player was cheating, but if he went to court because of this kind of nonsense, hehehe, I don't know if Lin Zhe has something to do, his official career as director Feng is at the end.

But Director Feng is cunning and cunning, and others don't think so much.

After a while, someone fell into Director Feng's schemes and did as he wanted.

"Lin Zhe, what the hell are you? If you want the main position, you have to compete fairly. What's the matter with hurting others and benefiting yourself?"

"That's right, don't think that scoring a few goals in the warm-up match is awesome. The warm-up match is not at the same level as the world-class competition. It's good for a rookie like you to play without peeing your pants."

"Now that everyone has no ball to play, do you think it will be good?"

A few professional players finally challenged Lin Zhe, gesticulating and cursing like uneducated hooligans.

Lin Zhe finally stopped sitting still, stood up and walked in front of the most arrogant No. 12 player, pinching his collarbone with one hand.

Then the other hand slapped player No. 12 on the cheek.

"Your mouth is so unclean, do you want me to brush your teeth for you?"

Player No. 12 wanted to get rid of the counterattack, but his collarbone seemed to be clamped by heavy iron pincers, and he was so weak that he couldn't move.

"Clap clap~"

The crisp sound resounded in the conference room, causing a huge storm and waves.

"Lin Zhe, what are you doing? I warn you to let go immediately, or the team will report J to deal with it."

"Grass, fuck him!"

The coach shouted angrily, and several players who were already angry surrounded Lin Zhe.

But Lin Zhe pinched the vitals of player No. 12, pushed his body around like a weapon, and knocked down the surrounding players one by one.

Fighting cattle across mountains is the essence of real Chinese martial arts.

But when Director Feng stood up with a smirk and yelled at everyone to take down Lin Zhe, Lin Zhe let out a thunderous roar, which made the chandelier in the conference room buzz.

"Don't move at all!!!"

Everyone's ears were buzzing, and their movements froze for a moment.

"I didn't do this thing,"

Lin Zhe's voice reverberated in the meeting room, and the chilly air seemed to drop the temperature of the air a little bit.

Lin Zhe nodded to Coach Jin and Director Feng, and smiled.

"Although I didn't do it, but since you dare to give me shit, I will play with you guys."

"Everyone knows that there is no distinction between style and style. My family is engaged in entertainment. It is not difficult to spend several million to find out some news. I promise to find out who leaked the news to the media. I will check it out when the time comes." Who is hard to end."

Lin Zhe looked at several furious players who were about to rush up to fight him, and stretched out his hands arrogantly to roll their names one by one.

"You, you, and you, come here if you have the guts, let's have fun, and see who will admit it when we get to the police."

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Weird.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was weird.

Obviously Lin Zhe was alone, obviously he was just a teenager under 20 years old.

But among the dozens of players and coaches around, none of them dared to rush up and make a move.

Fighting within the team is not uncommon.

Professional players who haven't fought a few times in the team!

But today, they dare not do it yet.

If Coach Jin and Director Feng take the lead in taking down Lin Zhe at this time, then everyone will not be afraid.

But both of them didn't move, what would a group of players do?

This matter has become a big deal, fighting in the team will be expelled, and there will be stains on his body in the future, which will affect a player's life.

Lin Zhe is a rich second generation, so he doesn't expect to play football and eat.

If this matter turns out to be a trivial matter in the end, it seems that Lin Zhe is really good at fighting!Can't beat it!

"Bang bang bang bang~"

Someone patted the table continuously.

It's Coach Kim.

"At this moment, troubles are absolutely not allowed in the team. The few of you, and Lin Zhe, write an inspection each, and the rest are dispersed."

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Director Feng hesitated to speak, but finally looked at Coach Jin and left angrily.

After everyone left, Team Leader Xu distributed a piece of paper to each of the players and asked them to write the inspection.

But Lin Zhe didn't write a word, just waited blankly.

After waiting for a while, Coach Kim called him out.

"Lin Zhe, the future of our big Wei football... will be very difficult"

Coach Jin lit a cigarette and handed the cigarette case to Lin Zhe.

Lin Zhe shook his head and didn't answer, and said coldly, "So you reported it to the media? So you wronged me?"

"Cough cough~~"

Coach Jin coughed twice, smiled and said nothing, and continued to smoke.

After he finished smoking a cigarette, he said, "If it was someone else, I wouldn't be able to take the blame!"

Lin Zhe sneered, "Then what if I don't want to take the blame?"

Coach Jin stubbed out his cigarette and smiled bitterly.

"After the game, I will clarify this matter to the media. During this period, you will be the core of the Dawei team. How far the team can go depends on you."

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"Coach Jin, you know the consequences!"

"Of course I know, at worst, I will never be able to lead the national team!"

"But what's the point of having a team like this?"

(End of this chapter)