Chapter 2195: If things go on like this, it

The scene returned to chaos, and everyone began calling out dishes.

Things like Australian lobster, king crab, sashimi...

Hearing this, the coach's face turned green.

He had to interrupt their daydreams: "If you have the energy to daydream, you'd be better off training properly!"

Now that training was mentioned again, everyone had much more energy.

They immediately returned to the training ground.

Watching the team members full of high spirits, the team leader asked the coach with a smile: "Tell me, do you hope they win, or do you hope they lose?"

"That goes without saying, of course I hope they win!"

The coach replied very readily.

It was just that the word "win" was said through gritted teeth.

After hearing this, the team leader smiled.

Once the smile faded, he cast his gaze toward someone's back.

Compared to the liveliness of the others, Jiang Mobai's back appeared somewhat desolate.

The coach was also watching Jiang Mobai.

Thinking of this guy's recent performance, the coach frowned and muttered: "If he continues like this, something is bound to go wrong."

The team leader had the same worry.

Sighing softly, he asked the person beside him: "Could it be that we are putting too much pressure on him?"

"No, the one truly putting pressure on him is himself; he has a knot in his heart."

Regarding this knot, the team leader had also noticed it.

But he was helpless.

As bystanders, there was very little they could do.

Now, he only hoped that Jiang Mobai could see through the maze he was in and wake up soon.

On the other side, Jiang Mobai did not yet know that he had become a major headache in the eyes of the coach and the team leader.

Compared to the clamor of others, he appeared overly quiet.

Seeing this, Wang Zi leaned over and asked: "Are you minding what the coach just said? He's just worried about you."

"I don't mind, really."

Jiang Mobai's tone was very calm, and there was no expression on his face.

This reaction left Wang Zi unable to tell if Jiang Mobai was telling the truth or not.

Hesitating for a moment, Wang Zi decided to follow Jiang Mobai's lead and continue: "Since you don't mind, why are you still so preoccupied?"

"Because I am thinking about some problems."

"What problems? They have to do with racing, right?"

"They don't."

"Uh..."

Wang Zi scratched his head, feeling that this conversation was going nowhere.

But wanting to help Jiang Mobai share his burdens, he brazenly recommended himself: "How about you tell me? I'm quite a competent listener."

"They're all just trifles, nothing worth talking about. Go train properly."

Jiang Mobai patted Wang Zi on the shoulder, then quickened his pace and sat inside his race car.

Wang Zi knew that Jiang Mobai had unilaterally ended the conversation.

But...

Were they really just trifles?

A trace of worry appeared faintly in Wang Zi's eyes.

The Friendly Match took place in a light drizzle.

There were no spectators on the track.

Only raindrops were falling pitter-patter.

Although the drizzle was lingering, it could not hinder the heat of the scene at all.

Race cars sped through the rain, the roaring sounds constant.

After a few laps, Jiang Mobai took the lead.

His former coach did not show any embarrassment, but instead applauded for Jiang Mobai.

Losing to an opponent of Jiang Mobai's level was nothing to be ashamed of.

However...

Taking advantage of Jiang Mobai's break, the old coach walked to his side and spoke his mind: "Your performance today was brilliant, but this isn't an individual race; you need to consider team cooperation."

"I know."

"But you can't do it. What is it? Are you worried the team's strength is too weak, so you intend to rely on yourself to charge ahead and close the gap? Do you distrust your teammates that much?"

Hearing this, the usually calm Jiang Mobai finally lost his temper.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the old coach.

The old coach smiled and said: "Don't look at me like that. I'm not trying to suppress you; I just want to have a simple chat with you."

"We are in separate camps; there's nothing to chat about."

"But our passion for racing is the same. Just for that reason, can't we chat a little?"

This reason left Jiang Mobai unable to object.

He did not speak.

The old coach seized the opportunity and continued, "To be honest, we all thought that as a rich kid, you wouldn't be able to sustain a racing team, and even if you managed to set one up, it would just be for show. But you slapped us in the face with the facts; it really makes one look at you with new eyes."

The old coach's praise was not flattery.

He was expressing his feelings from the bottom of his heart.

But in the next sentence, he changed the subject: "Give your teammates a little more trust, and don't keep yourself so tightly wound, especially..."

The old coach glanced at Jiang Mobai's leg and continued, "Don't overdraw your body."

His words carried a hint.

After hearing this, Jiang Mobai's eyes shifted slightly, and at the same time, he turned his body to the side.

From these small movements, it was clear that Jiang Mobai did not want to continue this topic.

Yet the more he didn't want to talk about it, the more the old coach insisted on saying it.

After all, loyal advice is hard to hear.

But before they had said much, their conversation was interrupted by Wang Zi.

Wang Zi stood brazenly between the two of them, chin held high, and said to the old coach, "We're going to have a victory feast, excuse us!"

Eating a big meal or whatever was secondary.

The point was the "victory."

And certain "traitors" were not worthy of staying behind to share the fruits of victory!

Wang Zi raised an eyebrow and stared at the old coach, a hint of provocation in his eyes.

The old coach did not take this childish behavior to heart.

Instead, he said sincerely, "Seeing that you all held on, I am happy for you too. Keep up the good work."

After speaking, the old coach turned and left.

Wang Zi rolled his eyes, looking disdainful: "How hypocritical!"

After saying this, Wang Zi even pulled Jiang Mobai along to complain.

But after talking for quite a while, Jiang Mobai did not respond at all.

Wang Zi couldn't help but ask, "Brother Mobai, are you listening to me?"

Jiang Mobai... was not listening.

His entire focus was on his own leg.

Below the right knee... it had suddenly lost all sensation!

What was going on?

Jiang Mobai felt somewhat at a loss.

But he did not reveal a single word to Wang Zi; he only gripped the railing tightly and said, "I want to be quiet for a moment."

"Brother Mobai, are you angry? Actually, you don't need to care; those people aren't sincere toward us..."

"Enough, I said, let me be quiet for a moment!"

Jiang Mobai interrupted Wang Zi somewhat roughly.

He felt that he... was about to reach his limit!

Wang Zi was stunned by his shout.

He blinked his eyes, then walked away silently.

After walking a few steps away, Wang Zi looked back with concern.

Brother Mobai... what happened to him?

Wang Zi did not understand.

All he could do was sigh deeply, then leave with a worried look on his face.

Not until the sound of footsteps behind him could no longer be heard did Jiang Mobai hold onto the railing and slowly sit on the ground.

Jiang Mobai kept massaging himself with both hands to find relief.

After about ten minutes or so, he slowly regained sensation.

Jiang Mobai let out a sigh of relief.

But what followed was a tremendous sense of fear.

He simply dared not imagine what would happen if this problem occurred during a race...

Jiang Mobai shook his head forcefully, attempting to shake the terrifying images out of his mind.