"Why me?"

Isaac Burns blinked and looked at Lu Yiqi with suspicion, with speculation in his eyes.

"Why isn't you?" Lu Yiqi asked back.

Isaac pursed his lips, "That's true. It's not too common for physical coaches like me who are talented and handsome. But I thought you didn't like me. Every time I talk to you, you seem absent-minded, listening on the surface, but actually perfunctory."

Cough cough. Lu Yiqi coughed twice to hide his embarrassment.

"What? Do you think I didn't notice it? I'm not a fool. I know you don't like those words, but this is my job and I have to finish it." Isaac was still a chattering chatter, chattering, but no longer had the usual emotions, and his cool tone was filled with the wisdom of watching the cold eyes.

"This is what I like you." Lu Yiqi took the initiative to take the conversation, "You treat me, Latimer, and Pres equally. If you say something, you are always sticking to your job."

Isaac curled his lips, and his eyes showed joy. He bumped into Lu Yiqi with his shoulder, "Hehe, you like me, right, I know you like me." The calm look just now, I broke my skills in less than three seconds, and the smile between his eyebrows was full of tears, "It's just a quarrel, right?"

Lu Yiqi looked at Isaac indifferently, still maintaining his own state, raised his voice slightly, and then explained:

"In addition, I respect your professional ability. You can always conceive more suitable and professional training plans based on my requirements; on the other hand, you should believe me and I can understand your training philosophy and ideas. I hope to build a complete advanced training plan. Therefore, I am the best platform for you to show your talents."

Lu Yiqi's words revealed a faint sense of confidence, but not ostentatious, forming a strong temperature difference with Isaac's enthusiasm.

Isaac deliberately showed a look of disappointment, narrowed his eyes and looked at Lu Yiqi carefully, as if he was complaining about his disagreement, and as if he was considering the content of his words.

After waiting for a while, Isaac was defeated and shook his head repeatedly, "I thought I was confident enough, but I didn't expect that someone's confidence had already broken through the sky. Do I need to worry that a hole might be pierced in the sky? Now it seems that we are all the same people."

Lu Yiqi's mouth couldn't help but rise, and then said, "So, what about your reply?"

Isaac shrugged, "No fool would refuse. That is a job opportunity in the professional league."

Augustus, who was standing next to eat apples, muttered, "Then is a fool."

"Who?" Isaac was unknown.

Lu Yiqi smiled and pulled Isaac's attention back, "I have written a daily training plan. After I go back, I will send you an email. We need to make sure it as soon as possible. There is not much time left before the start of the training camp."

Isaac was also ready to go, "No problem! I'm looking forward to it now. The physical fitness and upper limit of professional players are better. Does this mean that I can finally show off? Oh, I can't wait to see those professional players being trained to the point where they can't speak."

Imagine the picture and it is really funny. Lu Yiqi and Augustus couldn't help but laugh.

As I laughed, the door panel of Isaac's office was knocked - rather than knocking, the banging sound made the entire door panel tremble, and before the door was opened, you could feel the excitement outside.

Isaac smiled and opened the door, and then he could see Pres' angry face rushed in like a tornado, "What the hell are you doing in the office..."

But the words were not finished, just like a screaming chicken being pinched to his throat. The sound suddenly stopped, glaring wide, and staring at Lu Yiqi and Augustus in panting.

Who would have thought that the two people who were originally fired by Kansas State University went to Louisiana State University to serve as offensive coordinator, and the other went to Green Bay Packers to serve as...head coach.

That intricate taste is really hard to describe in words.

He tried his best to kick off his competitors and finally was able to regain control of the team's absolute power; now he watched his competitors overtake him all the way, but in the blink of an eye he had already reached a position where he could not keep up and was far ahead. Looking back at his one-acre three-point field, his vision seemed to be completely unable to keep up.

"Why are you back?" Pres couldn't suppress his shock and surprise. He blurted out his words without packing them, but he regretted it just now. Doesn't this mean digging a hole for him to jump?

Before Lu Yiqi could speak, Augustus spoke first, "What? Are we not allowed to come back?"

It was clear that he was provocative.

Obviously, Augustus was very dissatisfied with Pres.

Isaac looked at Pres, whose blood vessels were on the verge of explosion, and said with a smile before the conflict broke out, "They came to visit me. Sorry, our voices are too noisy and hope they will not affect your work."

Isaac is a truly neutral party, never leaning towards either side, and has no malice towards Pres. After he responded politely, he explained kindly, "Noah came to invite me to go to Green Bay, and I have agreed. However, I will finish the work at hand before leaving."

Isaac had absolutely no malice, but honest words were the most deadly. Pres' face turned completely red, and it seemed that it would really explode in the next second.

Augustus wanted to add fuel to the fire, "Yes, I will go together."

Pres only felt a buzzing sound in his mind, and countless thoughts surged, but after shock and shock, Pres gradually calmed down.

He admitted that he was a little envious, but what he really cared about was his work, not Lu Yiqi's future. He never had the intention to exclude and suppress Lu Yiqi, nor did he have the idea of ​​cursing Lu Yiqi. The success of Lu Yiqi was his career; and at Kansas State University, he still had his own career waiting to work hard.

Perhaps, he could not bless Lu Yiqi with openness, but he would not belittle the other party like a villain.

"Congratulations."

Pres squeezed a polite word out of his throat.

Although I told myself that I didn’t need jealousy, the future was still long, and no one could know the ending before reaching the end; my scorching throat was still painful.

After saying that, before he could respond, Pres turned around and left in a mess, leaving only a staggering back, but no one knew what the tangled distractions on his tongue felt, and he might not even be able to explain them clearly.
Chapter completed!