Zhao Zhongyang said, "Master Lin, please take a photo together and I will take it for you."
Zhao Zhongyang took his mobile phone and waved it in front of everyone, "Come on, everyone, say hello to my fans."
Lin Fan, "Ask people if they have any objections. If they don't have any objections, you can open the door."
The live broadcast room was abuzz.
Cui Guobin and the others sat aside and watched for a while, but they didn't see anything interesting.
For some team members, they rely on Master Lin's popularity to gain a sense of presence.
"Okay, after you go back, just go to the traditional Chinese medicine store to get medicine. Take the medicine on time every day and try to rest for a week. By then, the medicine will cure the disease and nothing will go wrong." Lin Fan said.
Lin Fan took them to have a meal together. He was a guest, so how could he not entertain them? Tian Shengun was very happy. He didn't care about anything else. As long as there was delicious food, it would be the best.
"Damn it, Niubi is so powerful. Master Lin's move is earth-shattering."
Xu Song covered his face. Brother Cui drank too much. He was bragging and stopped drafting.
After taking the photo, I sent the photo to the national table tennis players, and everyone couldn’t wait to start posting on Weibo.
Xu Song posted the photo on Weibo, "Thank you Master Lin for showing me the old injury."
After receiving the agreement, Zhao Zhongyang was so happy that he couldn't wait to open his phone and changed the title.
"Fuck you, Master Lin is a pervert, who dares to fight Master Lin?"
"Okay, let's practice." I don't have anything to do in the afternoon, so I'll keep our good national table tennis coach with me.
But in their opinion, a miracle doctor is a miracle doctor. If they could understand this, they could become miracle doctors.
Twenty minutes later, Lin Fan stopped what he was doing and wrote a prescription on paper.
"I'll go. There are a lot of national table tennis first-line players here. What are they going to do? Isn't it going to be a one-on-one fight with Master Lin?"
"Tch, can you compare with Master Lin? Master Lin is a miracle doctor, okay?"
Zhao Zhongyang looked at the author's national table tennis players in the store, he was very excited, and then asked: "Brother Lin, can I start a live broadcast?"
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"I'm going to see a doctor?"
"Will there be a friendly match with Master Lin? We are looking forward to it."
The team members on the side looked at it dumbfounded, "Master Lin, is this good?"
In the live broadcast, a lot of people poured in instantly. Although the national table tennis team is not a star, there are many people who like the national table tennis team, and the live broadcast official also knows about it.
Haven't they already analyzed Master Lin's strength before? How could they forget it after drinking some wine
"The great national table tennis players gather in Yunli Street. Don't miss it if you pass by."
"It's really Cui Guobin. What are they planning to do when they come to Master Lin?"
But for the hot national table tennis players, how is this possible
"No need. I'll give him a massage first, and then prescribe some Chinese medicine. He'll be fine in one or two courses of treatment." Lin Fan said with a smile. In his current situation, if he is willing to rest for half a year, with his current medical skills , there are still ways to treat it.
"Don't mention Ichimei Shinhei above. As far as I know, that guy has been much more honest since he returned to Japan. Japanese news reported that he doesn't practice much anymore. He seems to have been shadowed by Master Lin. It feels like It seems like he’s changing careers.”
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After all, he was with Master Lin, so the person he came into contact with could be an ordinary person.
Xu Song is in a very comfortable mood now. He believes that as long as his old injury is healed, he will be invincible. Then his eyes flash with fighting spirit. He is ready. He must teach the Japanese team a lesson in the next game.
Cui Guobin glared, "What are you doing? Master Lin is a miracle doctor, can he still miss?" Then he looked at Xu Song, "How do you feel?"
"look forward to."
Lin Fan and Cui Guobin sat together, while the team members stood behind them.
Cui Guobin said, "That's good. I'll also post it on Weibo, otherwise the leader will think that I took the team members out to wander around and not practice properly."
Click!
This is not an exercise, this is courting death.
"MoDan, I pushed myself, why don't I feel it? I just feel that my hand is a little sore."
"Haha, if Xu Song's old injury heals, his fighting power will definitely explode. By then, Zhen Ping Yiming will have suffered a lot."
Cui Guobin smiled and said, "It's okay, we are not celebrities, so we can do whatever we want."
As soon as the live broadcast started, a large group of people immediately poured in.
Cui Guobin also posted the photo, "This trip to the Magic City is to defeat Master Lin."
Master Lin's table tennis skills are obvious to all. If he hadn't watched the show before, he would have thought that Master Lin was going to be hung up and beaten. But now, everyone thinks that Cui Guobin and the others are seeking their own death.
Although Zhao Zhongyang is the number one brother on the live broadcast platform, this program is very unstable and has no core program. However, every time it is broadcast live, it can scare people to death.
"Oh, what's wrong? Let me tell you, if you can beat that little Japan, we can beat them too. If you don't believe it, let's go practice and let you see the strength of our national team. What? Sample."
Xu Song looked surprised, "Brother Cui, I feel much better. My legs are so hot, as if I'm in a sauna."
"I'll go, true or false."
"Damn it, Brother Yang, some of the great national table tennis players are here."
"Hey, isn't this Cui Guobin?"
Eat enough, drink enough.
Lin Fan pressed his hands on Xu Song's legs and used an ancient technique to push them, while the mysterious power bonus gradually seeped into them, activating blood and removing dirt, and the effect was great.
Of course, when this sentence was uttered, netizens burst into laughter.
Cui Guobin smiled and said: "Master Lin, let's find a court and practice?"
Lin Fan looked at Cui Guobin and couldn't help but laugh, "Isn't this not good?"
Xu Song also said hello, "I came to Master Lin this time to ask Master Lin to look at my old injury. Master Lin said that this old injury is easy to cure, and I will not be tired from playing in the future."
Cui Guobin was still very concerned about Xu Song, and then asked, "Master Lin, do you need anything for this treatment?"
As people in the live broadcast room told, Jinping Yiming was indeed cast into the shadow by Lin Fan. When he returned to Japan, he did not enjoy the treatment of a hero, but instead received a lot of ridicule.
"This is Xu Song."
Xu Song felt his legs were warm and comfortable.
Of course, he is very grateful to Master Lin now. Although he is not healed yet, he believes that Master Lin is a miracle doctor and will never fail.
"This person really found the right person. Master Lin is a miracle doctor. There are no diseases that he can't treat."
He immediately gave Zhao Zhongyang a great cover recommendation, and you can see it as long as you enter the live broadcast platform.
By the way, give it a little play and move your body.
Winning the championship at the Asian World Championships is indeed something to be proud of, but the key is that being beaten to a blank by an amateur on Shanghai TV, it would make people laugh to death.
noon.
Cui Guobin has never played live broadcast, but he has appeared on many programs. He is also smiling at this moment, "Hello everyone, I am Cui Guobin."
"eggplant!"
"Yes, Xu Song has a secret disease that relapses from time to time. Last time at the Asian World Championships, the old injury recurred and he was brutally beaten by Japanese players. If the injury heals, he will definitely recover from this."