Chapter 1680: It's not a real game

   Chapter 1680 This is not a real game
   Such a storm of public opinion, from the moment the game started, the assistant took the phone in front of Feng Yi and whispered, "President Feng..."
   Feng Yi reached out and pushed his glasses after reading it: "In the future, show it to Young Master Qin, not me."
   "Huh?" The assistant hesitated: "The matter of public opinion is not a trivial matter. If it is not handled properly, it will be very detrimental to God Bey."
   Feng Yi smiled and said, "That's why it was handed over to Young Master Qin. He understands the Internet best."
  The assistant had to shout, "Young Master Qin."
   The little devil Bo over there was not very happy and looked up: "What's the matter."
The assistant    didn't know why he felt oppressed, so he walked over, squatted down, and let the little man look at the phone.
  The corner of Bo's mouth slowly ticked as he watched: "My own team competes and cheers for other countries. It's ridiculous. In addition, the coach will post a blog to clarify the issue of the starting lineup."
   "Fat God?" The assistant was confused: "Didn't he want to show up lately?"
   The matter of hanging on the corner is better than making a moving picture, and left a message below him.
  The little devil Bo refused to comment, put his little hand on the notebook and tapped a few times quickly.
   "This, this... is this Fat God's account?" The assistant looked at it tightly: "Master Qin, are you stealing Fat God's account?"
  Bo little devil raised his head: "It's all a family, so what kind of thieves are you, and my surname is not Qin."
   said, his small hands quickly tapped on the keyboard.
   Soon, an announcement rushed to the hot search.
   "When you are playing overseas, you are only qualified to be a starter if you have a strong personal combat ability. If you are not on the field, you will be cowardly. Find a class. The Huaxia team does not need cowards."
   It’s okay to use sharp words in this announcement.
   There are also three people behind Aite.
  In an instant, all the places that should be bombed were bombed.
  Inevitably, all casualties.
   Generally speaking, people in this circle always save some face. In order to avoid fighting, it really affects the mood of the players during the competition.
   But little devil Bo has a principle to do things, whoever beats Sister Bei, he beats whoever.
   Don't ask the reason, just ask the young master, I am still young, ignorant, and a bear child.
The assistant    watched as the number of comments went up.
   The players who were brought out by Aite started to jump, and they had to find the original team to contact them.
   They never expected that before the competition, the Fat God would be so disregarded, wouldn't he be afraid of losing the coach?
The little devil Bo was calm, and after issuing the announcement, he instructed his assistant: "When the game is over, when the substitutes are on the court, show King all the comments that you scolded Sister Bei just now, he is Huaxia. The team captain, split personality will not affect his IQ, all the players should know what kind of pressure Sister Bei is playing in this friendly match."
  The little man hasn't said so much since then.
  The assistant was dumbfounded. By the time he reacted, Zhao Sanpang's phone had already started to vibrate frantically.
   "What?" Zhao Sanpang looked at the messages sent one after another.
   I have no time to talk about it, so I closed it.
  This friendly match, they can't lose.
   Even if there is a huge disparity in strength, at least all the real starters of the H country team must be forced out.
  As it is now, the players of the second team are the main force, and Ye Bing doesn't even mean to play, which means that everything has not really started at all.
  Zhao Sanpang looked at the figure of Qing Jun wearing headphones across the door.
   Beibei should understand this...
   (end of this chapter)