Chapter 1610: The team has internal problems, Nai Gouzi

  Chapter 1610 The team has internal problems, Nai Gouzi!
  These words are said in a small voice, but the space in the car is so large that anyone can hear it.
  What’s more, they originally wanted to let the coach understand that the situation is different from before, and the words are too full, and the face will be beaten by then, which will only make the situation worse.
  Zhao Sanpang glanced over, his expression has changed.
  He can tolerate it. After so many years, the selected group is not the same as they were back then. They are less bloody.
  But this is not just a problem!
  Zhao Sanpang squinted his eyes, just about to take off his earphones and stepped forward.
   heard a sneer.
It was Feng Nai, who was sitting there with his chin supported, and was not beautiful like a professional player. He glanced back and slowly collected the phone: "You have these thoughts, so it's better to think about how to win. It's been a waste of time. Let others accompany you as rubbish? Wake up, this is a foreign country, I want to throw it back at home as a shame."
The tone of   , indifferent, seems to be just stating a fact.
  People who have listened, if they can’t stand it, they want to stand up: "King, keep your mouth clean! You..."
  The person sitting with him pushed him back: "Calm down, calm down, now they are all from the same team."
"Yes, from the same team!" The person's eyes were red: "If it was before, we still have a chance to win, now his strength is clearly not allowed, and he also occupies a spot. He is a jungler, how can he even play the game? I forgot, what shall we do! As expected, the rich is the uncle, who can replace others casually!"
  The last sentence, he roared out!
  Feng Nai’s handsome and cold face, there was no emotion at all, after all, he was unfamiliar.
  Another team member is still explaining: "His best partner didn't come in, and he couldn't adjust his mood a bit, God, don't mind, he didn't mean that, he was just anxious."
  The rest of the people are also thinking about rounding off.
"Any professional player, no matter which team they are, the most basic quality is to adjust their mentality." It is Mo Bei, who has always been indifferent to things, and her eyes are terrifying at this time: "He is the number one player in China. Ye, the individual points are ahead of all the players, and he has won more than one hundred times the MVP of yours. He has never replaced anyone. If your partner can't get in, you should find the reason for yourself, not to mention..."
  Speaking of this, Morbei paused, and looked at the man with his eyes, cold to the bone: "If it wasn't for someone to retire, there would be no you in the lineup to play this game now."
The person’s sensitive point was stabbed: "bey! Our technology is not as good as you, yes. And we don’t have as much popularity and topics as you. We played professionally for a short time, unlike you, which were so superior at the time. The environment, but each of us here is based on strength. If we played once, we would have been disqualified long ago. You are indeed different. After all, overseas is the light of China, but you should also consider ours. The situation, the blow is awesome, who will make it! You also ask yourself, do you deserve to be a professional?"
  As soon as this passage comes out.
  Suddenly.
  The atmosphere inside the car seemed to be frozen into ice.
   Visible to the naked eye, the thin little demon over there who was not involved in the topic from beginning to end stopped typing and raised his face slightly, chilling a bit coolly.
  Zhao Sanpang's face is muddy, and there is even a long-seen urge to fight, what the is this!
  Feng Nai’s eyes were cold without a trace of temperature.
  Zhao Sanpang is still breathing deeply.
  Fonai over there has already spoken...
  (End of this chapter)