On international airways, planes take off and land normally.
Since it is leading a team, the positions of the selected players will not be too far apart.
Before boarding the plane, in order not to affect Huaxia's image, Zhao Sanpang had replaced the loudspeaker with headphones with microphones, and painted some camouflage makeup on his face, just to make himself look like a boss.
"I won't say much else. Everyone should be familiar with me. As for me, although I have never been a coach, I have played games. No matter what conflicts there were between your teams before, they are now A team, go out and play games, the most important thing is to win."
When Zhao Sanpang said this, he looked around and said, "Outside, remember one thing, your identity as Chinese people."
Hearing this, Hua Xiaoyi and the others were still in a daze.
Mo Bei had already spoken: "Yes."
Such a face, even now, is still clear and serious.
Zhao Sanpang looked over, her eyes were reflected in his eyes, and then he laughed loudly: "Then board the plane and play a big one for them!"
"yes!"
This time, there were eleven people who responded.
The voices from the heart of the teenagers attracted a lot of attention.
Of course someone will take pictures.
Someone will ask.
"What's this for? They all wear the same clothes."
"Athlete?"
"It seems to be playing a game competition. Isn't there a lot of noise outside just now?"
"What's the fuss, these lads look so energetic."
"Come, come, take a photo, young man, come, take a photo with Auntie."
An aunt wearing a silk scarf walked up to Mo Bei, holding her mobile phone high: "You look really good-looking, and the one behind you is also pretty. You must be very good. You've all gone abroad, beautiful Woolen cloth."
The other contestants looked over after hearing the words, and were about to persuade them.
After all, Bey's personality, as we all know, probably doesn't like this kind of thing very much.
But what they didn't expect was that the person who had always been deserted not only looked towards the camera, but even bent his knees slightly to match his aunt's height.
The auntie smiled even more happily, took a picture, and said with a smile: "Little baby, you have to work hard."
"Don't worry, I will." Mo Bei's voice was flat.
The aunt held the phone contentedly, a little fondly: "Why is the one behind you so unhappy?"
"He's hungry. I'll get on the plane and unpack snacks for him." Mo Bei responded.
As the person who was called twice in a row, Feng Nai looked sideways.
The aunt clutched her chest: "Oh, this guy is so fierce, why are you still unpacking snacks for him?"
Feng Nai's eyelids were lifted, but his lazy voice hadn't sounded yet.
Mo Bei spoke again: "He is my boyfriend."
"A couple?" The aunt's eyes lit up: "It's a good match!"
As he spoke, he looked Feng Nai up and down again.
At this time, her sister came over and took her to board the plane together.
The auntie waved her hand at Mo Bei, then turned her head and whispered to a group of girlfriends: "I took a picture, that's great, a group of kids are going out to win glory for us, and the two who look the best are still a couple." Son… "
"so smart?"
"Of course." The aunt lowered her voice: "I inquired, it's an international competition, and the little doll also said to let me rest assured, she was very polite."
"Isn't that what you want to win the championship?"
"of course… "
The voice of the sunset group is getting farther and farther away, and it is getting more and more cheerful.
Mo Bei stood there with a handsome figure, looking down at his hand, which contained the candy from his aunt.
Words can destroy people.
But in the same way, it can also give people strength...
(end of this chapter)