Bu Zhi: "Hey, what are you doing?"

Gu Nan: "Don't fucking do it, it's not worth it for this kind of person."

Cheng Qing remained silent, just frowning.

I haven't finished my words yet: "But if you lose or don't hold on until we qualify, then you also... Oh, you are the one who eats the fake games, and the golden rice bowl can't be smashed by you, otherwise it will be troublesome to jump over the wall. Let's do this,

That Huang Mao seems to be Wang Chongtian's nephew too, you two kowtow to me together, just to make up for what you did before."

"Are you looking for a fucking blow?" The grumpy Cholera immediately rushed forward, but was blocked by a fat man.

Lao Chen put away his usual laughter and glared: "What? Do you want to do something?"

Compared with Lao Chen, Cholera was relatively small, and there were students from Maplewood University around him. FC wisely did not choose to take action.

"Interesting, I now know why uncle spends so much time on you, Xiao Se, see you on the field."

Wang Quan said he was talking about my name, but when he left, he looked deeply at Wang Chenyu with contempt on his lips.

Bu Zhi stepped forward, eyes wide open and not knowing what to say.

"I'm fine." Wang Chenyu waved his hands and just left by himself. It didn't look like he was fine.

Bu Zhi was a little worried: "I, I'll chase after you and have a look."

Although Du Peng was a little disappointed, he still tried his best to not be so frustrated: "Haha, my skills are not as good as others, but I can't accept being inferior."

I happened to ask him: "Have you ever thought about playing professionally in the future?"

Du Peng smiled and said, "I don't know, maybe."

Pan Yi and Ding Cong hurriedly said a few words and then left, saying that they were caught doing roll call and had to rush back. I didn't say much. Anyway, they were in the same school these days, and there would be many opportunities to fool them into entering.

Professional circle.

Cheng Qing and Lao Chen, two close brothers, butted heads again:

Cheng Qing: "Why is your clockwork so spicy? Master of Sichuan cuisine?"

Lao Chen: "What's wrong with adding some chili pepper? I'm afraid you'll wet your pants if you go in."

Cheng Qing: "My leather shoes are better than yours even when I come to play with them, you loser."

Lao Chen: "How dare you scold my leather shoes? I'll..."

The farce ended here, FC also left with our bet, and the next meeting will be the pre-selection in a month.

To be honest, it doesn’t seem like much on the surface, but not being able to play actually makes me very angry. The same happened last time when we had dinner at the hotel, and the same goes for this e-sports stadium competition. Every time, someone comes to the door for no apparent reason, looking for trouble. Who has been leaking us behind our backs?

Whereabouts, who is doing this secretly?
Chapter completed!