my football i call the shots

Perhaps, Gao Yi's intuition is right.

Cao Chen is not the kind of lazy person. Since he has arranged for the players to gather at the entrance of the Sports Plaza before 4 p.m., he will definitely not be late. However, if he is late, Cao Chen must have something he can do nothing about.

Of course, this kind of thing is not what Zhang Ziyang said: Happy Landlord Grand Prix.

In fact, Cao Chen also wants to go to fight the landlord now.

But Cao Chen can't help himself now.

Although he is in the school, Cao Chen is not in his "glorious" sports team office at this time. At this time, Cao Chen is "training" in the principal's office.

"Old Cao, you really can't do this. During the seven days of the National Day, you have organized the team to train for seven days. If it gets out, how can my principal talk to people???"

"And you're still organizing training at the Sports Plaza this afternoon. There are so many young people over there. Aren't you afraid that our students will get into trouble on the field courts over there???"

"Several top students in our No. [-] Middle School are in your team. Now you don't ask them to study hard and try to get into a better school. You tell them to train and train all day long. If they don't do well in the college entrance examination, you can help them. Are they looking for a good school???"

……

Crackling, the headmaster babbled a series of cannonballs, and the bombardment made Cao Chen's face turn black.

Sitting on the sofa chair, Cao Chen was "bombed" by the headmaster with a calm face. Cao Chen didn't even bother to say a rebuttal.

After "bombing" for several minutes, the principal of Nanhu No. [-] Middle School was finally a little tired.

"Old Cao! Students come to study! You have to study first!"

Seeing Cao Chen's indifference, the principal was really helpless. He had been "hard" for so long just now, but now he finally "softened".

I saw the principal sitting at his desk, taking a sip of tea to moisten his throat.

After taking a breath of relief, the principal sighed, shook his head helplessly and said, "Ah! Lao Cao, I really don't understand you. Why bother? Why have you so many years for such a team that cannot be supported by mud? Will you not give up on coming?"

However, the principal never knew that what he said just now almost angered Cao Chen.

"Principal! I want to say that the Nanhu No. [-] Middle School team is also a member of Nanhu No. [-] Middle School! As a principal, you! Have the responsibility to contribute to the progress of the Nanhu No. [-] Middle School team! Instead of simply improving academic performance Achievement!"

Cao Chen's voice was very low, and his eyes were also very sharp.

The former "Prodigal Son of Kyoto" was a person who was not afraid of anything, how could he be afraid of the principal of a public school?

On the contrary, the principal of Nanhu No. [-] Middle School didn't know what to say because of Cao Chen's extremely sharp tone.

"This……"

The principal suddenly felt stuck in his speech: "Old Cao, in today's society, diplomas and grades are all emphasized. If these students don't have good grades, how can they have a good future? Besides, I don't have any contribution to the school team. ? There is a lot of money allocated by the school finance to the school team, but...does the school team have any results?"

The principal said the last words very quietly, because he knew that Cao Chen's identity was not simple. Although he was complaining, he didn't want to anger Cao Chen.

"Principal, on Wednesday of this week, our school team has played a warm-up match before the start of the new high school football league season. Do you know about this?"

"Oh? The warm-up match is over already? Which school will you play against?"

"Nanyu Middle School." Cao Chen sighed in his heart. Although the Nanhu No. [-] Middle School team is a member of Nanhu No. [-] Middle School, as the highest leader of the school, the principal in front of him played the warm-up match with the school team. I don't know anything about it, so what kind of substantive support does the principal give to the school team?
"Oh? Nan Yu Middle School... Nan Yu, I know, we are an old school in Nanhu, and the development of sports and cultural courses has done very well. Last season, the top eight teams came, so..." The headmaster turned his head, Facing Cao Chen, he tentatively asked, "Then what is the score of the game? You won't lose a lot, right?"

From the principal's point of view, the Nanhu No. [-] Middle School team must have lost miserably. After all, the strength of Nanyu Middle School is obvious to all.

With so much difference in strength, the headmaster silently gave a guess in his heart: Probably lost 0 to 3, right?
However, the headmaster's guess was far worse.

"3-1."

"1 to 3, that's not bad. At least one goal was scored by Nan Yu. It should be Zhang Ziyang from the fourth class of senior one, right? That guy is pretty good, with good grades and good football. future."

For Zhang Ziyang, a high-achieving student whose grades can go to the provincial experimental middle school, the principal is very fond of him.

At that time, when he saw Zhang Ziyang's high score in the admission list, the principal was stunned. He never expected that a student who ranked in the top [-] in the city in the senior high school entrance examination did not choose to go to the provincial experimental study, but chose to stay in No. [-] Middle School .

According to traditional habits, most of the students who rank in the top [-] in the city in the senior high school entrance examination will choose to study in provincial schools, and almost none of them stay in the local city.

It can be said that Zhang Ziyang created a precedent.

What the principal would not have thought of was that the reason why Zhang Ziyang stayed in Nanhu and chose Nanhu No. [-] Middle School was just to play football under Cao Chen.

Just as the principal was full of praise for Zhang Ziyang, Cao Chen woke up the principal from his "dream" with a dry cough.

"Ahem...Principal, you made a mistake. It was not 1 to 3, but 3 to 1. Our school defeated Nanyu Middle School 3 to 1."

"what???"

After listening to Cao Chen's words, the principal's ass seemed to be spring-loaded, and he really bounced off the executive chair.

"Old Cao, you, you mean, we, we beat Nan Yu 3-1???"

The headmaster's Jinyu's eyes were wide open, and he even stuttered. Obviously, he, the top leader of Nanhu No. [-] Middle School, couldn't believe this historic victory.

However, it is what it is!

The fact is: Nanhu No. 3 Middle School really defeated this veteran team in Nanhu City with the advantage of home court 1-[-] at Nanyu Middle School's home court!

No matter how unbelievable the principal is, the boys from Nanhu No. [-] High School Team really did it.

Cao Chen looked calm, and he chose to answer the principal's question with a light nod. After all, facts speak louder than words, and a light nod is sometimes more convincing than a thousand words!

"Oh my god! I really won Nan Yu!"

After seeing Cao Chen's slight nod, the principal sat down again, his bloated body suddenly pressed against the executive chair, and immediately, the spring under the executive chair made a dissatisfied "creaking" sound.

"How did you win? Could it be that Zhang Ziyang from Class [-] of Senior One scored three goals alone? What is that called on the football field... what kind of actor?"

Obviously, the bloated principal of Nanhu No. [-] Middle School is a layman in terms of football. He may be an outstanding figure in the education field, but in the field of football, he is a blank sheet of paper that does not even understand basic vocabulary.