Halftime.
The players of the Huaxia Men's Basketball Team returned to the locker room.
Not long after entering, staff appeared to hand out sports drinks and food as usual. The intensity of the game is too high and it consumes too much physical energy. It is common to take advantage of this break to replenish.
I just didn't expect that when the staff distributed it to Xu Haoran, Xu Haoran actually grabbed the remaining drinks and put them next to him.
Zhao Feiyang, Yi Jianlian and others behind him haven't gotten it yet.
"okay!"
"Let's go!"
Of course the staff didn't pay attention to this kind of thing and left after handing out the items. But Zhao Feiyang, Yi Jianlian and others were obviously very dissatisfied with this.
Due to the relationship between Xu Haoran and head coach Xu Lei, Yi Jianlian stood up and walked to the other side, his tone was quite polite, "Xu Haoran, pass me 4 bottles of sports drinks, we don't have them yet..."
I never thought that the other party wouldn't buy it at all.
"Gone!"
"Don't you still have so many in your arms?"
"Is that much? These are for us players who are on the court. You guys on the bench haven't been on the court for a minute and haven't even shed a drop of sweat. Why do you have to share these things with us?"
"What? Do you think it's great that you are a veteran of the national team? The national team is not a place where you rank based on seniority..."
Xu Haoran's words successfully angered Yi Jianlian.
Originally, he couldn't stand these young people, but after all, he played in the domestic league and was constantly involved in it. Even for the sake of coach Xu Lei, he could only tolerate it.
But now the other party's attitude naturally made Yi Jianlian furious.
"Let me say it again, give me those things that belong to us...otherwise don't blame labor and management for being rude to you..."
"You were still wearing crotchless pants when I was playing...Whether it's based on qualifications or strength, you are not qualified to talk to labor and management like this..."
Yi Jianlian's face was ashen.
When he got angry, Zhao Feiyang stood up from his seat, especially Ding Yanyuhang and Guo Ailun. They all stood behind Yi Jianlian. If anything happened, they would step up at any time.
Xu Haoran was quite smart. When he saw Yi Jianlian being so unhappy, he still protected the sports drink without letting go. Not only did he not give in at all, he also stood up and looked at Yi Jianlian's "death stare".
Seeing the tension between the two sides, and when it seemed that the conflict was about to intensify further, Xin Yong, who was sitting next to Xu Haoran, stood up.
Xin Yong took the initiative to pick up the unopened sports drink beside him and handed it to Yi Jianlian, then patted Xu Haoran's hand to signal him not to act rashly.
"Brother Lian, we are all on the same team, why bother?"
"We have always respected seniors like you... Haoran just didn't play well in the game and was a little anxious for a while... Don't be like him..."
As Xin Guotao's nephew, Xin Yong's statement somewhat made Yi Jianlian less angry.
His clenched fists gradually relaxed, and he no longer vented his anger at Xu Haoran. He just said, "Give me other people's sports drinks..."
Xin Yong nodded quickly when he saw this, and first signaled to Xu Haoran. Seeing that Xu Haoran was unmoved, he stretched out his hand to grab the bag behind him. Unexpectedly, Xu Haoran still protected him and refused to let go.
"Xu Haoran, what are you doing?"
"Xin Yong, this matter has nothing to do with you... If they have the guts to come and get it themselves, why should they just sit back and enjoy it without paying? Without us, this national team would have been disbanded long ago..."
Xu Haoran's words finally made Zhao Feiyang, who was standing behind him, unable to bear it anymore.
He quickly walked up to Xu Haoran, aimed at the sports drink he was protecting behind Xu Haoran, and kicked it hard. Bump, this kick was too sudden. Sports drinks were scattered all over the floor. Xu Haoran and the others were also stunned.
"What the hell were you talking about just now?"
"Who is enjoying the benefits? Who do you think you are? If it weren't for your uncle, what qualifications would your kid have to play in the national team?"
"There are many young people who are more capable than you. Do you really think that you are the only one who can play in the national team? To put it bluntly, at your level, you can't even compete in the NBA or the Development League... In my case Pretend... do you have the qualifications?"
"You really think we want to come to the national team as a substitute? Why don't you buy a mirror to look at yourself? If it weren't for the inheritance of the national team and the reputation of the men's basketball team, you wouldn't have the right to let us look at you even if you kneel in front of us. One glance..."
"Bah! Why would the national team fall apart without you! Let me tell you, now it's the same with or without you. We are the only ones who can win the game casually... When the labor and management are in a good mood, we can accompany you. Just for fun, if you’re in a bad mood, I don’t care who your relative is...get the hell out of here..."
Zhao Feiyang's words made the entire scene fall silent.
He had been feeling aggrieved for too long. He could just play as a substitute and play with these young people. He could also comfort himself that he was leading them as a senior.
But these young people are so arrogant that they can’t even part with a bottle of sports drink now! It seems like a small thing, but in fact, these guys lack proper discipline, which makes them lose respect for people like themselves!
Crunch.
Just when the atmosphere was tense, the door to the locker room opened from the outside.
The people who came in were coach Xu Lei and the assistant coaching team. When they entered the locker room, they quickly discovered that something was not right about the atmosphere here.
Especially Xu Haoran stood there with a cold face, while Yi Jianlian and Zhao Feiyang were in front of him.
Coach Xu Lei just took one look and roughly guessed something.
"The game starts in a little while. Everyone, take the time to rest. It's best to give your legs a simple massage. We must turn the situation around in the second half..."
"Hey! What are you all standing for? Sit down quickly and sit back in your seats. I'm going to lay out new tactics..."
Coach Xu Lei pretended to be confused and asked everyone to sit back.
Because of his appearance, Yi Jianlian did not say anything else. He patted Zhao Feiyang on the shoulder, and the two returned to their chairs together.
It was as if the incident had not happened, because coach Xu Lei interrupted and everything calmed down.
But when coach Xu Lei finished laying out the tactics and the second half was about to start, Xu Haoran, who looked unhappy, suddenly called coach Xu Lei outside.
Seeing the two of them going out, Zhao Feiyang nudged Yi Jianlian with his elbow.
"Brother Lian, did you see it?"
"Well! Don't worry, coach Xu Lei is a smart man, he knows what he should do..."
"That's good."
Soon, coach Xu Lei and Xu Haoran returned to the locker room again.
Coach Xu Lei still showed no emotion on his face, while Xu Haoran continued to show his unhappy indifference. It seemed like their conversation didn't go well for Xu Haoran.
"Xu Haoran, Xin Yong, you guys take a rest first... In the second half, Arab League and Feiyang go up..."
"Play hard, we must not lose this game..."
