Chapter 1667: The cost of the game

  Chapter 1667 The cost of the game
  "Fat God..." Mao Maoxiong wanted to say something.
  Zhao Sanpang put his finger on his lips, first made a boo gesture, and then said: "Watch this game well, don't waste your deputy team's attention."
  After Zhao Sanpang came, the deputy team designated Mo Bei's position.
  It was because Feng Nai’s state was unstable.
  The second reason is that no one is more suitable to be the leader of this team than bey.
  Back then, she was able to tie the eighth team by herself.
  This time, Zhao Sanpang believes that she can do this even more!
  Maomao Xiong didn't mean to change his mind at all when he saw that the fat man had no intention of changing his mind at all, so he went to see their boss, that handsome face, which had always been unruly, was already full of gloom at this time, and his heart was anxious.
   turned his head to look at Teng Hui: "Can her hands work? And even if she wants to fight, she can choose an assassin to play against. She has to fight against ZAI..."
  Speaking of this, Mao Maoxiong paused, and then, his eyes widened a little bit, and his pupils began to shake: "She did it for..."
"For me." Teng Hui stared at the screen with a red eye frame: "If it weren't for her to take the shot, ZAI would definitely not use all his strength. With my ability, it is impossible to play against ZAI now. I have never played in international competitions before. , I don’t even know what the gap is. In my impression, ZAI is simply out of reach, let alone a game. In order to let me know how ZAI really plays, bey will choose the confrontation path."
   Huan Leng looked over, and his voice was a little weak: "It's not just for you."
  "What do you mean?" Teng Hui turned his head.
  Calling cold tone did not change: "You are not the only one on the Huaxia team, let alone who the opponent is. Coach H has always been good at arranging things that are not profitable. He will not be so enthusiastic.
  Speaking of this, Huan Leng glanced around her side: "Ten people are here."
   Tenghui's back shook, and his eyes shook: "You mean bey is practicing for people in these ten 1V1 games..."
  Practicing hands, he really couldn't say it, it was like a fishbone stuck in his throat.
  Know that with bey's strength and reputation overseas, this is not necessary at all.
  In the past, she had the final say on who she wanted to fight and how she wanted to fight.
  Available now!
  Teng gray eyes churned.
"It's not training, time to communicate!" On the H country team, someone jumped over, with a very cute look. His personality is not like a player in a game, but a bit like a H country boy team player: "Senior, we can understand. In Huaxia’s language, God Bey agreed to play a game with each of us, so we even came from the second team. The coach said this is a good opportunity to gain insight!"
  The second team?
  Reserve team, replacement players? !
comminicate? !
   Nonsense!
  H country coach just wants bey to train them these people!
Mao Maoxiong couldn't bear it anymore, his hands were clenched, and he wanted to rush in to stop the 1v1. Qin Weian who came by was holding it down with a small fist. Qin Weian's small face was so indifferent. How indifferent, not in line with his height at all, young and full of gangsters.
  At this time, Feng Nai’s eyes were completely black and bottomless. Standing tall and tall, with broken hair hanging down, he could only vaguely see the corners of his tight lips, but nothing else.
   Huan Leng deliberately stopped his gaze on him, then said: "Since this is the case, then everyone in our team should really look good."
  (End of this chapter)