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680 fuss

Lu Yiqi has indeed considered it. If possible, he also hopes that the players and coaches can relax a little. After all, the full-strength sprint in the final stage of the regular season does consume countless energy. They need to combine work and rest to prepare for the next stage of the explosion.

Even Lu Yiqi himself needs to relax a little, otherwise it will be too much.

But today's training atmosphere seems a bit...too relaxed. Originally, the recovery training was relatively simple and easy, while the players completed even the most basic training very perfunctorily. After the last group of death crawlings, they all lay on the lawn, laughing and joking.

Isaac Burns' expression was pulled down directly. He had a straightforward temper. When he was facing Mo Latimer and Lu Yiqi, he always gave advice from a professional perspective, no matter where the other party was, and he was also talking about serious dissatisfaction.

"Are you serious?"

"The quality of such training cannot even be achieved by the most basic warm-up. Don't think that restoring training is just relaxation. The fundamental purpose is to restore you. Your body and muscles need to be able to restore to normal state and prepare for subsequent formal training. And this is your attitude?"

"You are professional players. You should always maintain a professional attitude. If you want to rest, you can officially rest after losing the next game. But before losing this game, you should continue to struggle on the training ground. Don't complain, this is your job."

"You earn millions and tens of millions a year, and my salary is only a fraction of yours, so you should make those wages worth it, rather than waiting for me, the shepherd, to yell and whip you."

"The last group of players who have not completed the death crawl have all cheered up and completed the training accurately, otherwise we will do it all over again."

Isaac is still familiar with his character, his romance is comparable to Tang Monk, and he is enough to "betray the enemy without fighting", but this set is suitable for college players, but not necessarily for professional players. The group of professional players in front of him are all old foxes with annual salary of one million, while daily training is work-

Who can love your work for ten years?

They don’t know the weight of the playoffs, nor do they know the importance of resuming training, and they don’t need Isaac’s unnecessary reminder; they just want to relax, after all, the season’s goals have been achieved, and you can just keep a Buddhist mentality in the next playoffs.

"Fuss."

This should be the general mentality among players. Although it is not directly expressed, the details of the eyes and movements can still be conveyed.

Even the backbone players such as Woodson, Rogers, Driver, Hawke, etc. have more or less this mentality, let alone other players?

I'm afraid that the only rookie players represented by Nelson, who are truly devoted to the restoration of training, are the only rookie players represented by Nelson - after all, they are still young people who have just joined the league, their passion is still boiling and they are full of expectations for the playoffs; and the players represented by Harris have returned from injury - the regrets after being absent due to injury can finally be compensated, and their desire for the playoffs can't wait to start burning.

After all, these players are still a few, and you can see the scene in front of you at a glance.

Driver and Hawke were lying casually on the lawn, with their limbs open and relaxing; Poppinga, Jones, Tramon and other players sat relaxed on the lawn, chatting in a row, and exchanging eyes were secretly looking at the coaching staff's reaction, and they did not get nervous because of Isaac's anger.

Woodson stood by casually, wiping his sweat and drinking water, and his steps slowly began to move, as if he was ready to go to the office for the next video review tactical training.

Rogers sat cross-legged in the crowd, making no remarks, but he did not show his "training enthusiasm" outright. He was in the crowd in a low-key manner, listening to the chat of his teammates with his eyes a little erratic, his thoughts had left the court, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

At this moment, Rogers's gaze inadvertently glanced at Nelson with his back straightened, subconsciously followed Nelson's gaze, and then saw Lu Yiqi walking towards him. Rogers himself didn't even notice it, so he quickly set his seat.

And Rogers is not the only one.

The rustling sound calmed down a little, and the lazy postures were packed up, and the expressions and movements could feel the subtle changes in the atmosphere; however, the relaxed and cheerful mood was still surging, and there was no sudden turn of a sudden turn. The players just thought the coach came over to make summary statements.

Lu Yiqi's footsteps stopped beside Isaac and patted Isaac's shoulder.

Isaac was full of complaints and complained to Lu Yiqi, but saw Lu Yiqi smile at Isaac, patted his shoulder comfortably again, and whispered, "Let me deal with them." A short sentence immediately made Isaac smile again.

Isaac retreated behind Lu Yiqi and stood with Augustus, Robert and others. Looking at the strange expressions of the two people, Isaac scratched his head, but did not speak directly, but asked Reggie Walker next to him in a low voice, "Are they having trouble again?"

A smile appeared in Walker's eyes. He did not answer, but just signaled Isaac to pay attention to Lu Yiqi and continue to keep quiet.

One after another, the training ground became quiet, and all eyes fell on Lu Yiqi, including the members of the coaching staff.

Lu Yiqi stood firm in front of the players, but did not speak immediately, but quietly glanced around, slowly scanning every face with a steady gaze. Although there was no sound, the heavy momentum also settled down the impetuous atmosphere.

As Lu Yiqi's gaze, the players lowered their gazes, and it was difficult to look directly at the coach's gaze. Although they didn't know what happened and were not guilty, when facing Lu Yiqi, their momentum was still a little shorter, and they couldn't help but start thinking whether there was something wrong.

Gradually, the relaxed and noisy training atmosphere returned to calm, with a slight rest of the rest of the agitation, reminding the laughter just now.

"I can understand that entering the playoffs is a happy thing, but my question is, does entering the playoffs mean completing the task?"
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