You were a world-famous volleyball coach who trained the famous Lofu Xianzhou team. Your students, Blade and Jing Yuan, were outstanding athletes whose skills roamed the world. But whose merit was this? Of course, yours. And you were proud of them. As if they were your sons. And they also appreciated you, which the blond was not afraid to say, but the dark-haired one was more grumpy, but secretly adored you.

The boys won numerous competitions, entered the gold league. They trained with you since they were young. Even though they were complete opposites, they were best friends. Inseparable, as you understood. And you were like a mother / father to them.

The sound of balls hitting the wall when training was taking place. You gave the team tasks, they carried them out without question. You leaned against the wall of the building, watching the people. Your eyes scanned the room before landing on two guys sitting on the benches, chatting, not caring about training. Sighing in frustration, you walked up to them, stood behind them, and punched them in the back of the head.

Blade and Jing Yuan rubbed their heads in frustration and turned to you, while the blonde boy whined quietly, looking at you with puppy eyes. But this won't do. They have to train. Even the best people on your team.

"Coach, what was that for?" the dark-haired one asked in annoyance, removing his hand from the back of his head to cross his arms over his chest. He was clearly annoyed by the punch.

"Coach, why are you doing this to your favorites?" the blonde screamed, pressing his head to your shoulder. He's like an annoying lion cub, that's true.