“……”
Someone quietly turned their head.
“……”
Another person sneakily glanced over.
Inside the BZ base, silence reigned.
Everyone’s nerves were on edge, pushing themselves into frenzied training. Even those who really needed a bathroom dared not move, instead shifting weight from left foot to right foot, clenching their final line of defense.
Zhang Taining had been holding it in for a long time.
He looked at the last completed round—good stats, a chicken dinner secured.
But…
If he held on any longer, he feared he wouldn’t die from intense training, but from a bladder explosion.
Ugh, that would be gruesome.
Thinking quickly, he poked Tang Chen next to him, lowering his voice.
“Hey, didn’t you say Yin Zong is a good person? Go negotiate with him for a few minutes for us to hit the bathroom.”
The moment he said it, the nearby teammates perked up, ears straining.
Brother Tang Chen!
Save us!
Our bladders are counting on you!
We really can’t hold it any longer!
Tang Chen was about to take a sip of Coke when he heard this.
“Why don’t you go yourself? If you need the bathroom, just go. Why report it?”
Yin Zong wouldn’t really forbid them from using the bathroom, right?
Zhang Taining’s boldness—or lack thereof—elicited Tang Chen’s sympathy. He gave Zhang Taining a glance, then mercilessly returned to his Coke.
Zhang Taining stared at him.
Is Tang Chen really clueless or just pretending?
He paused, then twisted Tang Chen’s head.
“Fine. Check Yin Zong’s expression first. See if it’s suitable for us to go report.”
?
Can’t you see for yourself…?
Forced to meet Yin Chen’s gaze, Tang Chen instantly froze.
He snapped his head back.
“Damn! Nearly scared me to death!”
Oh my god!
Yin Zong’s expression is terrifying!
“Heh.”
Zhang Taining mocked mercilessly.
“Now you know fear, right? You’re the bravest—go ahead and report to Yin Zong.”
If it weren’t for Yin Zong’s terrifying expression, would these big shots really be so cowardly?
The nearby teammates quietly agreed—terrifying!
They had peeked several times, but dared not make a sound.
Tang Chen looked frustrated.
“But I don’t even need the bathroom right now.”
At least, not now.
Zhang Taining gave him a glance.
Tang Chen returned an innocent look.
Suddenly, Zhang Taining struck!
In a lightning-fast move, he grabbed Tang Chen’s Coke.
Tang Chen slowly sent up a question mark?
Zhang Taining, next second, gulped down the entire Coke in one go!
Tang Chen was stunned!
Too slow to stop him!
“Hic,” Zhang Taining hiccupped expressionlessly. “Okay, no more Coke, right? Go report, and pick up a new one from the water bar on the way.”
“……”
“Damn!”
Tang Chen jumped up, clutching Zhang Taining’s neck.
This guy is insane! Don’t blame me for losing civility!
They struggled for barely two seconds before a Siberian-cold gaze froze them both.
“…I suggest you let go immediately.”
Zhang Taining.
“…Coincidentally, I was thinking the same.”
Tang Chen released him.
Both sheepishly returned to their seats.
Yin Chen slowly withdrew his gaze and returned to work behind his desk, fingers flying.
Indeed, Xie Liu wasn’t exaggerating—his presence alone kept the team in line.
But now, it was time to find a coach who could really control these little brats.
Yin Chen handled his work swiftly while checking his schedule.
Being at BZ these past two days had left little time for exercise.
That wouldn’t do—he still wanted to savor Zong Cheng’s nutrition plan properly!
Better to find a coach sooner rather than later.
Other teammates slumped in despair.
Looks like no bathroom breaks today!
Ahhh—can’t hold it anymore!
In the past, they didn’t value this!
If they had known, they’d have trained diligently every day!
Another hour passed.
The training room’s atmosphere became almost desperate.
Several players’ eyes kept darting to the water bottles on the table.
Zhang Taining’s expression was sour.
He kept glancing at Tang Chen.
Tang Chen… wasn’t looking good either.
Shouldn’t have drunk that much Coke earlier!
Think fast, Tang Chen! You can do it!
Ah! Right!
Tang Chen’s eyes lit up.
He gestured to Zhang Taining, then quickly logged into WeChat.
Zhang Taining leaned over—Tang Chen was messaging someone called Zong Ge.
Zhang Taining froze.
His expression stiffened.
He slowly returned to his seat.
Heh. Almost forgot.
There’s… a history there.
Tang Chen didn’t know what he was thinking—he was desperately asking Zong Ge for help.
“Zong Ge! Please save us! We’re about to… die QAQ!”
Typing…
“…? Speak. What did you do this time?”
The words carried familiar helplessness.
!
Lucky! His Zong Ge isn’t busy!
Tang Chen quickly replied.
“Please, can you call Yin Zong? Our lives depend on it! Under Yin Zong’s high-pressure policy, we haven’t been to the bathroom for hours QAQ. If you don’t call, we’ll all explode—literally!”
Hurry, save the kids QUQ!
…
So it’s you little rascals keeping Yin Chen busy all these days?
Zong Cheng stared at the message, expressionless. He even considered pretending he didn’t see it.
All that preparation, all the plans—did these little brats consider my suffering?
Keep holding it in!
Zong Cheng sneered, setting down his phone.
A few hours? I’ve been holding it for days!
?
Tang Chen looked stunned.
Where’s Zong Ge? Why isn’t he replying?
Whimper QAQ!
After a while, his phone vibrated.
Tang Chen opened it—
“You said a few hours… Yin Zong hasn’t eaten either?”
Huh?
Wait, what?
Not that he’s my real brother, but isn’t this focus… weird?
Tang Chen wailed and replied, pouting.
“I haven’t eaten either. Why don’t you ask me?”
“? Your not eating isn’t my problem.”
?
Right… I’m unworthy.
Tang Chen was exasperated.
“So? Will you call or not?”
After a long moment, Zong Cheng replied.
“Fine, seeing as you’re somewhat useful, I’ll call.”
At least he acknowledged Yin Zong hadn’t eaten.
Zong Cheng expressionless, fingers hurried to dial.
Huh?
Yin Chen, occasionally glancing at BZ players’ training, looked at the phone on his desk—Zong Cheng?
“Zong Cheng?”
He picked up the call, shutting his laptop and stepping out.
As soon as he left, Tang Chen waved energetically!
BZ team sprinted toward the bathrooms like mad!
Ahhh—bathroom!
Never thought you could be so adorable!
So… desirable!
“What’s up? Need me?”
Yin Chen circled the water bar, sitting on the sofa.
“Nothing important. Didn’t disturb you, right?”
Hearing Yin Chen’s voice calm, Zong Cheng felt half his anxiety vanish.
“?”
“Not really. I can spare a few moments for a friend’s call.”
Yin Chen’s gaze casually swept the fridge stocked with Cokes—his expression paused.
Forget it, body fat’s still not at target.
He rose and walked on, unaware Tang Chen trailed behind like a little tail.
Oh yeah!
My Zong Ge is awesome!
He even drew Yin Zong away from the water bar—perfect!
Tang Chen dashed back, grabbed several bottles of Coke, returned to his seat, then finally rushed to the bathroom.
Of course!
Even if holding in hurts, first priority—get the Coke!
So Lin Yuhan gets the same treatment?
Zong Cheng instinctively thought, more words in front of friends are better.
“Tang Chen told me you’ve been working at BZ recently? Is it because of the match against Dongfang Group’s new team? Are you taking this match seriously?”
Tang Chen even told Zong Cheng that?
Looks like the high-pressure policy really works.
Yin Chen smiled faintly.
“Did he complain to you? Afraid of losing and having to stay in the pigsties? Make sure he trains well. Win, and he stays in the villa. I’m not hard to deal with.”
Lose?
Then words are words—he is fair.
Lose, and stay in the pigsties?
Zong Cheng was silent for two seconds.
He had a strange thought—this was exactly something Yin Chen would do.
So…
Bless Tang Chen with happiness.
Zong Cheng expressionless, mentally lit a candle for Tang Chen.
Brother can only do this much for you.
“He’s part of your BZ team now. Follow instructions—I didn’t call for this.”
“Hmm? Then you are?”
Yin Chen glanced at his phone, turned up the volume.
Did he imagine it? Zong Cheng’s voice sounded a little small.
Zong Cheng cleared his throat.
“I was thinking—you’ve been working and supervising training, that’s tough. Heard you haven’t eaten. I found a health porridge place—want me to bring you some?”
…
Yin Chen slowly lowered his phone.
Eyes fixed on the screen, he sighed deeply.
He got it—this is what novels call—the devil’s whisper.
“Come then.”