There were still a few minor aftershocks regarding the coaches choosing players for the midyear assessment.
After Coach Cheng Aimin returned home, the more he thought about it, the more something felt wrong. In the dark, he sensed as though an enormous stroke of fortune was slipping away from him. He tossed and turned until midnight, unable to sleep, and finally, at half past twelve, made a decision that did not betray his ancestors. He called Wang Lu, waking him from a deep sleep. "Old Wang, I've decided. I'm taking Xu Bin. I'll go find him tomorrow."
Wang Lu was still groggy and took quite a while to come to his senses. Then he spat into the phone. "You want to take him now? Take my ass. They've already been claimed."
Coach Cheng Aimin felt as if he had been struck by five bolts of lightning. He could feel that enormous stroke of fortune leaving him even more clearly, and hurriedly asked, "Who took them?"
Wang Lu said smugly, "Me... and my younger brother."
Of course he had to be smug. Wang Chao had clearly picked out those five little ones, but because Wang Lu had grasped the new game plan at the crucial moment, he decisively took three of them himself, perfectly cutting everyone else off.
If all the fortune in the world amounted to one dan, then he had already seized six dou. The remaining four dou belonged to the Zhu faction. As for everyone else, they truly would not even get a sip of soup.
You, Cheng Aimin, hemmed and hawed over taking Jiang Shan, and now you wanted to come lick the plate in the middle of the night? Since you woke me up, I had to tell you this: no chance!
Coach Cheng Aimin still