The next day was Murong Hao's first day as head coach.

He knew that the opportunity was given by Mo Qingcheng, and it was up to him how to seize it.

He also knew that he had no merit and was suddenly promoted, so many people were dissatisfied. He had to show his true ability to convince everyone.

That’s why he promised to apply to defend the title in front of so many people yesterday afternoon.

The arena is a rule in the military camp.

Since private fights are not allowed in the military camp, the arena is specially designed for those who have conflicts to compete.

But there are rules, don't make a killing move.

Early in the morning, many soldiers gathered around the ring.

"He is our new head coach? He doesn't look good at all!"

I don’t know if it’s because of the winter or because of Murong Hao’s cultivation.

His skin didn't darken like the others.

My face and lips did not appear dry and cracked due to the cold weather. Instead, there was more blood color, making my skin white and rosy.

In the eyes of women, a fair and handsome face is called handsome.

But among a bunch of men, that's... pretty boys, bitches.

"I'm just a pretty boy, what can I do?"

A very strong soldier hammered his chest and said, "With his small body, I'm even afraid of crushing him, hahaha."

"I'm telling you, big cow, don't get involved. With your size, being crushed is a trivial matter, but being crushed to death is a big deal. They always...teach...the boss."

"Hahahaha! That's right, I'd better give the opportunity to others! Don't let me kill anyone."

He deliberately said the last three words in a loud voice in order to ridicule Murong Hao for not overestimating his abilities.

There was anything going on below, but Murong Hao stood alone in the middle of the ring, as if all the discussions below had nothing to do with him.

Close your eyes and wait for the challenger to come on stage.

Wang Guangbao, who was provocative yesterday, was naturally the first to take the stage.

The people in his team immediately shouted to cheer him on.

"Come on, Captain."

"Come on, captain, knock him down."

There are people cheering for Wang Guangbao here, and naturally there are people from the Thousand and One Team cheering for Murong Hao over there.

But only a few of them cheered for Murong Hao, because many people were not optimistic about Murong Hao, who came out of nowhere to become the head coach.

"Come on Xiaohao, let them see your strength." Wu Bin shouted loudly, for fear that others would not hear.

This aroused the dissatisfaction of the team next to me: "No matter what I shout, my ears will be deafened by your shouting."

Naturally, Wu Bin refused to be outdone and retorted: "What's wrong with me shouting? This is your home? I cheer for our team, is it in your way?"

The other party rolled up his sleeves without admitting defeat: "Why are you just in my way? You want to fight? Come on!"

"Come on, come on, who is afraid of whom?" Wu Bin also rolled up his sleeves and got ready to get started.

Good guy, the fight hasn't started yet, but the fight below is about to begin.

Fortunately, teammates on both sides caught the two in time.

The two people being pulled were still yelling at each other.

That scene was almost out of control.

If someone hadn't shouted: "It's started, it's started."

Only then did everyone turn their attention to the arena.

On the ring, Wang Guangbao was doing warm-ups, his fingers clicking together.

On the other hand, Murong Hao waited quietly and calmly.

"Who do you think will win?"

"It goes without saying that it must be Captain Wang! You don't even look at the huge difference in stature between the two."

"Yes, I heard that Captain Wang can take down five or six people by himself without getting hurt. It seems that this Murong must not be able to defeat him."

But some people disagreed with what the two said.

"That's not necessarily true. At least it was recommended by a member of the Thousand and One Team."

"That's right! After all, he was promoted by General Mo himself. Maybe this Murong Hao really has something special about him?"

The two people who were not optimistic about Murong Hao disagreed.

"He and Qian Qianyi are members of the same team. Him becoming the head coach is a good thing for their team. If they don't help Murong Hao, how can they help you?"

"That's right, I think General Mo must have been confused for a while and just randomly recruited someone to be the chief coach."

Those who thought Murong Hao could win were dissatisfied.

He immediately snorted coldly and said: "Hmph, I think Murong Hao will definitely win."

The opponent said disdainfully: "Tsk, if you don't believe me, how about we make a bet?"

Naturally, the man was not to be outdone and said: "Let's fight. How do we bet?"

"I bet Murong Hao will lose in the end."

"Then I'll bet that Murong Hao can win."

Someone booed: "There's no stakes, who loses and who wins, what's the point?"

"That's right! Hurry up and place your bet!"

Both of them found it boring. The person who bet against Murong Hao placed a bet: "If Murong Hao wins, I will walk around the school field ten times while standing on my head."

"Tsk~ That's it? Huh, if he loses, I'll eat up the ring."

As soon as he said this, everyone burst into laughter and said they were waiting to see how he would eat up the ring.

Even his friends pulled him and said, "Aren't you playing too much? If you lose then, how embarrassing will it be?"

"No...it's okay. I believe in General Mo's choice."

In fact, when I said this, it was just a quick statement, and I regretted it after I said it.
Chapter completed!