Chen Fan tickled his mouth and said sincerely, "Do you think he doesn't want to win? Sometimes, he has no choice.

Let’s not talk about who should take the blame for this matter, but only one reason.

Just like the guy named Messi mentioned before, he is an Argentinian, but from a bloodline, he was not an Argentinian. His grandfather moved to Argentina for various reasons and only found him. When he was young, he had severe dwarfism and needed to take hormones to maintain his growth. However, no team in Argentina was willing to help him pay that fee. The Barcelona Club was really saved.

It can be said that without Barcelona, ​​there would be no Messi today.

He used his first half of his life to serve this club, which is called loyalty. Loyalty is undoubtedly a virtue, but in the eyes of all players who don't like him, it has become a proof of the system players.

What's even more disgusting is that Argentina cannot be considered a very high-end country. There, football is the belief in everyone's mind. They firmly believe that Messi is the best player in the world and hope that he can bring the country supreme honor. However, Messi fell in the finals again and again and got the runner-up again and again.

When he fell, no one remembers how he pulled his team to the finals, nor does anyone remember what he did for his team. They blame Messi for his failure on his inability to be outstanding, just like a group of fat guys who were scrambling to die in a carriage and whipping the thin horse carrying them forward, not running fast enough. Do you really think it's all right?"

"Um……"

The little girl didn't say anything, turned to look at the young lady, and Chen Fan pointed to the young lady's direction and said to her, "Look at that girl, once upon a time, she was such a hero. He was the faith of a country and a noble goddess. In that country, she never thought about how to deal with a disaster. Instead, she knelt in front of her statue and begged for her help. They were like a group of hungry giant babies, waiting for the goddess' grace at all times. Until one day, the goddess was powerless, and she became the object of hatred and scolding for everyone.

People slander her, spit on her, treat her as a country's borer and a society's cancer, and wish they could eat meat and sleep on their skin. But the reason why all this arises is only two words: disappointment. Because of expectations, they are disappointed, because of disappointment, they are resentful, because of resentment, because of resentment, and because of cursing, they are even more resentful.

Therefore, the best players became cancers, the most noble goddess became a devil. Fortunately, some people resisted the pressure, while some people fell into demons in the huge waves of people who destroyed their bones. The snow-capped goddess who blessed thousands of miles and helped the people disappeared, and the red candle evil that killed people was replaced."

After Chen Fan finished speaking, he sighed again, "The most evil power in the world is the word resentment. Because of resentment, there is hatred. If you hate him, he hates you for being unfair. When such negative energy accumulates to a certain extent, the devil is born. Why can Devadatta be able to be at ease under the numerous encirclements and suppressions? Why are so many powerful characters willing to serve him? All this is not because of how powerful he is, but because too many people are as disgusting as maggots under rotten flesh.

Rather than saying that Devadatta took advantage of the greed of the people so powerful, it was better to say that he could see one thing in common among those terrifying guys.

Many of the sorrows have already arrived in despair towards the ugly human beings.

In Western legends, God, who is desperate for mankind, wants to destroy the world with a flood. I believe that many ugly people who have seen human nature have this idea.

But they lack strength.

Those who lack power may become thieves, may become criminals, and those who have power will become evil ghosts, demons, and disasters that everyone is afraid of. Why do those who practice should cultivate their minds? Why do saints ask us to restrain ourselves and regain their rituals? Because they see the ugliness and terribleness of human nature."

In my impression, Chen Fan rarely said a reason in such a long and long story. Not only Xiaoman, but even Xiaoliuzi, who was tilting his head and watching the fun, was stunned. After a long time, Xiaoman started yelling, "Jing, just make a little trouble! You're so chaotic! You're so confused, you're not going to be a good person? If you have anything to do, you're going to be a hooligan everywhere, there's a saint like you!"

"Who said I am a saint? Because there is a gap, I have to continue practicing, right?"

"Pooh!"

Xiaoman looked at him hatefully with his shoulders in his arms, feeling disgusted, "I'll fool people!"

"Idiot, you are helpless!" Chen Fan was more disgusted than him, "Go and play with yours, don't want to talk to you!"

"Play a hammer!" Xiaoman curled his mouth, and looked sobbing, and sucked his nose. "For me, my youth is over."

"Take it down, how old are you."

"It has nothing to do with size, my heart is dead."

"Tsk tsk tsk!"

"Tsk tsk fart!"

After a long time, Xiaoman turned over and said, "Master, why don't we form a team too, maybe we can succeed."

"Take it down!"

Chen Fan curled his lips, "Just that mentally retarded game, you can't even play it without having the strength to pick nine. Just meet that teammate, who is hanging up and giving away the head, don't you just give me some advice. Oh my god, you're simply a beast, you're discouraged to take them to win...Appointment--"

Chen Fan stuck out his tongue and retching twice, and stopped pretending to be a master at this time. Seeing that he was seriously resentful, he was obviously injured, even the young lady who was playing cross-stitching was amused and gave him a blank look.

"That's right, there is no game experience at all. I always meet a few big fools, I keep giving away my head, and I always say that others are not good at playing well! I'm so spicy!"

Xiaoman also echoed, wishing to send all his teammates to hell.

For a moment, the two found a common topic and found unprecedented joy and joy in the curse of their teammates.

"Master, do you think this team will be disbanded?"

It was midnight, and Chen Fan was still browsing his phone to read the news, covering the news about a team being eliminated. Everyone's analysis of this failure was extremely consistent. The reasons are mostly focused on the three issues of "expansion and underestimation of the enemy", "gambling outside", and "explosion of mentality". Xiaoman obviously smelled the danger and was thinking.

"It's hard to say." Chen Fan stumbled, and said while looking at the Weibo of an internet celebrity girlfriend of a mid laner player, "It's not good to have this girl."

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