But how could young people explain these words easily? So they simply didn't explain them.

Adams snorted: "How can you speak bravely if you lose your army?"

Young people can understand modern Chinese but cannot understand classical Chinese very well. They look black and ignore Adams' words and pretend not to hear them. But Adams learned a classical Chinese from Yang Hai, and finally could show off, how could he miss this opportunity? So...

"Don't you really want to know what it means?"

"In no mood……"

"You don't really feel like you know what it means, do you?"

"In no mood……"

"If you want to know, tell me."

"In no mood……"

"If you don't tell me how I know you want to know?"

"In no mood……"

"You have to tell me I know what you want to know."

"..." The young man retreated: "Okay, what does it mean?"

Adams' answer made him angry: "It means, you just lost to us, what's the point of being stinky?"

The young man almost got suffocated to death without breathing. He felt that this fat man was too shameless. The young man shouted with a blushing face and a thick neck: "You little man in the game, what do we mean we lost? We haven't finished the single-player battle, and what have we not drawn a lottery for the team battle? Who has lost to you? If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense, okay?"

"Hey, you guy is brave enough." Adams grabbed his beard and put his big face in front of the young man, showing a fierce smile. Although the young man was trembling, he still looked at Adams bravely. Adams snorted. He remembered that Yang Hai had told him that he had to follow the rules when playing games, and he also felt that it was not good to use a kitchen knife to cut the kid into pieces and braise the kid, so he grinned and said, "Look, your club will be washed away by blood."

The young man curled his lips: "Bloody? Grandpa, you are so humorous. You should worry about your unknown little man first. The Pope seems to be angry."

Adams was choked by the old man's name, and then looked at the light curtain at the young man's instructions, which showed the typing exchange between the two sides.

DAKALA: Do you want to beat me?

BAN: You have a lot of words, no wonder the life of the fifth brother in your life.

DAKALA: Overestimate one's ability, OB, you can start.

The young man suddenly said, "Hey, grandpa, how about we make a bet?"

"Get out of here, call grandpa and be careful, I cut your little one and drink." Adams said to the young man in a bad way.

The young man thought about it and thought it would be better not to take this risk, so he changed his words and said, "Okay, uncle, do you dare to make a bet?"

"uh-huh?"

"Just bet on who will win between DAKALA and BAN?" the young man smiled sinisterly.

A TC game fan next to him couldn't bear it anymore and said, "What's the point of betting on this? His Majesty the Pope is obviously sure to win."

"Who said it!" Adams said dissatisfied.

When the person who was persuading him heard this, he said, "You can't blame me for your own death, so you won't say anything."

"Do you gamble? Do you dare to gamble?" Young people seem to be at most fifteen or sixteen years old, which is the most fierce time for being brave and fierce.

Adams smiled softly and put one hand on the young man's shoulder. The pat made every stubborn whine on the young man's body, almost half-willed.

"Okay, boy, you are very kind, I like it." Adams looked at the young man with his beard trembling, and the young man who was "being armed with his back" also trembled. This uncle is very perverted and violent. He has a hot mind to provoke. Isn't it the same as seeking death? Adams narrowed his eyes and boasted complacently: "Just bet, let me tell you, my vision has been recognized by the great masters."

"Oh, oh." The young man clearly felt the uncle's biceps beating vigorously and slowly on the back of his head. He thought that it was just right to go out first, so he didn't refute anything.

He doesn't believe that novices have any great masters in this game.

"That master said to me," Adams said proudly: "He said that many people say they understand the game, but in fact they don't understand; I always say they don't understand the game, but in fact I understand. BAN must not be able to beat DAKALA? I don't think so. I have heard a sentence and think it makes sense. Every participant has the possibility of winning. No matter how small this possibility is, you will never know what may happen until the last moment is settled, but this is the game."

"Hmph, it's just a big truth." The young man couldn't help but retort: ​​"There is such a big difference in strength, what hope can there be? BAN dares to provoke, but he is simply overestimating his ability."

"Anyway, I'll just bet. As far as I know, overestimating one's ability is a reward for players, right?" Adams laughed and said, "If you win, I'll treat you to a meal."

"Okay." The young man snorted: "If I lose, I'll treat you to a meal. I thought you would make a perverted bet."

"Hey, you are a little furry kid. Even after cutting the wine, you think the heat is not enough. What perverted bet can I make?" Adams laughed.

"Abnormal!" the young man roared in his heart.

"By the way, you're not a fan of the visiting team game." Adams asked with his eyebrows raised.

"Ah?" The young man was shocked.

"They have TC's team logo on their chests, you don't," Adams said. "And you're obviously perfunctory."

"Tsk." The young man rolled his eyes and said, "The old guy's eyes are quite sharp. But you guessed it wrong. I am half a game fan of TC. My master used to play for TC, but now he has retired."

"Oh, Master? Could it be that you are a trainee too?" Adams asked with a lewd smile as he squeezed the young man's face.

The young man's voice had been deformed: "Let me go, you old pervert - I won't tell you!"
Chapter completed!