The Coach with Two Jobs

Eighteen years after transmigrating, his memories awakened overnight.

Yan Xianjue was not entirely without regrets about not having a golden finger.

But at the same time, he was grateful for it.

Before transmigrating, he had already been in his twenties, and his personality had taken shape.

No matter how much his parents had spoiled him growing up in this life, the awakening of his memories from his previous life had still irreversibly affected his personality.

He was not someone who felt particularly secure.

Just thinking about the possibility of a system residing in his head, knowing what he was doing at every moment—

Made his hair stand on end. He might even have had to sleep with one eye on watch at a time.

But just now, he understood. It was not that he had no golden finger.

His golden finger was the plot! A plot even more detailed than the novel itself!

Everything yesterday had happened too suddenly for him to think it through.

But he remembered reading in a book once.

The brain had the ability to automatically organize information.

When he had passed out just now, his brain had quietly finished working and was ready to show him, its owner, the results.

Countless scenes from the novel flashed through his mind.

They were no longer the dry, scattered words from the novel he remembered.

Instead, they felt as though everything had truly happened right before his eyes.

Scene after scene played out before him like a television drama.

So that was it.

I was wondering why Li Yang was both helping the male lead and acting as a mole in the neighboring team. So this coach was the one who connected them!

Yan Ci paused for a moment and put the bottle of mineral water he had just unscrewed back on the table.

Experience told him that when Yan Xianjue was letting his imagination run wild, it was best not to drink water.

And sure enough, that was the case.

The person getting blindsided this time was still him?!

Yan Ci looked at the coach in the distance, who was staring solemnly at the screen, with mixed feelings.

The coach was diligently recording every player's condition during the match and every mistake they made in the notebook he carried with him.

Whenever Yan Ci had seen this meticulous work ethic before, he had only felt satisfied.

It seemed worthy of the hefty annual salary he paid him.

But this?

I thought you were taking notes to improve my players.

Turns out you were working two jobs!

He took a deep breath to calm himself.

The three in-house games were nearing their end, and the players had more or less completed their training for the day.

A large "OVER" appeared on the screen.

Yan Ci stood up and clapped. "Not bad, everyone. We'll go over the replays tomorrow."

"Coach, come here for a moment. The rest of you can take a break." Yan Ci held an exceptional position at this base.

He was a player, the team captain, and the owner of the base.

The coach had always handled his attitude toward him perfectly.

At Yan Ci's words, he quickly walked over.

At Father Yan and Mother Yan's age, they had no interest in esports. Just watching it made them feel dizzy and exhausted.

When they heard Yan Ci announce that it was over, both of them sighed in relief.

Even though they already knew this coach was no good, they still gave the coach approaching them at a brisk pace a relieved smile.

The coach was baffled by their smiles when he heard Yan Yi'an's cold demand. "Introduce the new player."

The coach knew these people's relationship with Yan Ci, so he did not refuse.

He had also heard that Yan Ci's eldest brother was now in charge of the Yan Household.

He simply assumed Yan Yi'an wanted to assess the new player's investment value.

Still, he could not help looking down on Yan Ci a little more.

No matter how much of a big shot he acted like on the team, didn't he still have to hold out his hand and ask others for money?

According to Li Yang, this eldest brother was not even biologically related to him.

Yan Ci was far too idealistic much of the time.

Standing before them, the coach spoke eloquently. "Li Yang has been training with the second team. He has had little time training jointly with the first team, so their coordination is not good enough yet."

"But his emotions are stable, and he can remain calm at all times." He immediately found Li Yang an excuse to fall back on.

From that one sentence, Yan Ci could hear the coach's attitude.

Generally speaking, when a coach commented on a player in front of investors, he should not bring too much personal emotion into it.

It would make them seem unprofessional.

If this coach had always been the type to speak without restraint, it might have been understandable.

But he was not. Yan Ci had seen him harshly criticize players many times.

The boys who threw around profanity and trash talk in games would often be scolded to tears by him in person.

Yan Ci did not consider himself particularly good-tempered.

But the coach's temper within the team was even worse than his.

Yan Ci had always thought it was because the coach needed to keep these young people, who were not much younger than him, under control.

Now it seemed possible that the man was genuinely annoyed and simply vented his negative emotions on the players.

Yan Ci suddenly gave a cold laugh.

"Li Yang's hand speed is steady, his skills are becoming more polished, and his reaction speed and execution are all decent."

"He is not an inexperienced player. He has plenty of match experience, and he can adapt flexibly when unexpected situations arise during a game." As the coach spoke, he nodded as though he strongly agreed with his own words.

Yan Ci rudely cut off this perfunctory speech meant for outsiders. "Li Yang's performance doesn't seem as good as you say."

The coach reflexively rebutted, "He just hasn't adapted to our team's tactics yet. He used to play a dual-core strategy, but after coming here, it changed to a single-core strategy. There'll definitely be an adjustment period."

The coach said disapprovingly, "When we were selecting players, I already told you that."

"Oh? Did you?" Yan Ci's tone was indifferent.

"Do you think Li Yang is suitable to play in official matches now?" The coach nodded. "The upcoming schedule is packed. Of course it would be best if Li Yang could get on the field as soon as possible and gain experience."

"Official matches will always do more than practice to build coordination between players."

Yan Ci neither agreed nor disagreed.

This coach did have ability. Otherwise, Yan Ci would not have specifically gone abroad to bring him back.

Yan Yi'an asked, "Li Yang was recommended to the club by you?"

The coach hesitated before nodding. "An esports coach's job also includes observing players' condition during matches and finding suitable new members for the team."

That only counts if it's truly for the good of the team.

Yan Xianjue could not listen any longer.

Second Brother has spent plenty of money and effort on the Youth Training Camp.

But when the team needs reinforcements, instead of picking from the Youth Training Camp first, he spends a fortune signing someone from outside.

Second Brother really is... sigh! He believes whatever people tell him!

He didn't inherit even a bit of Dad and Mom's cleverness.

Yan Yi'an also realized at this point that Yan Ci did seem somewhat uncontrolled when it came to spending on the team.

Yan Yi'an asked the coach, "Why didn't you select someone from the Youth Training Camp?"

"Yan Ci, was a key position lacking someone in this selection?"

Yan Ci shook his head. "No. Two people from the second team retired."

"It was my fault," Yan Ci admitted.

The coach felt a flicker of panic.

Wasn't Yan Ci supposed to have a terrible temper?

Why was he not arguing back after President Yan questioned him in front of outsiders? Why was he even taking the initiative to admit fault? The coach glanced outside. Had the sun risen in the west today?

But Second Brother can't be blamed entirely. This coach used to be an esports player too, and he specialized in tactics. He's cunning!

Second Brother doesn't have enough tricks up his sleeve. It's normal that he can't outplay him.

Yan Ci: Thanks for speaking up for me, but why did that not sound like a compliment?

Mother Yan linked her arm through Yan Xianjue's. "Let your eldest brother and the others talk. Why don't you take a walk around with your father and me?"

"Okay." Yan Xianjue readily agreed.

No rush with the coach. I need to go see Li Yang first.

It would be great if I could find an excuse to have him show me around the dorms.

The Yan family: "..."

He still had not learned his lesson.