Although these words were spoken in a low voice, the space in the car was so large that anyone could hear them.
What's more, they originally wanted to let the coach understand that the current situation is different from before. If they talk too much, they will be slapped in the face at that time, which will only make the situation worse.
Zhao Sanpang looked over, and his eyes had changed.
He can tolerate that after so many years, the selected group is different from them back then, and they lack their blood.
But this is not just a matter of bloodiness!
Zhao Sanpang narrowed his eyes and stepped forward just as he was about to take off his earphones.
Just heard a sneer.
It was Feng Nai who was sitting there with his jaw propped up, not as beautiful as a professional player, he glanced back, and slowly put his phone away: "You guys have such thoughts, why don't you think about how to win. It's been a long time since you've been trash, Also let others accompany you as waste? Wake up, this is a foreign country, if you want to be ashamed, go back to China and throw it away."
That kind of tone, indifferent, seemed to be just stating a fact.
Those who heard it couldn't bear it, so they wanted to stand up: "King, keep your mouth clean! You..."
The person sitting with him pushed him back: "Calm down, calm down, we are all in the same team now."
"Yes, from a team!" The man's eyes were red: "If it was before, we still had a chance of winning, but now his strength is obviously not allowed, and he has taken up a spot. He is a jungler. How can he even play games?" I have forgotten, what should we do! Sure enough, if you have money, you are a master, and you can replace others casually!"
He yelled out the last sentence!
There was no emotion on Feng Nai's handsome and cold face, because he was not familiar with him after all.
Another team member was still explaining: "His best partner didn't come in, he couldn't adjust his mood a bit, God K, don't worry, he didn't mean that, he was just in a hurry."
The rest of the people are also thinking about smoothing things over.
"The most basic quality of any professional player, no matter which team he is in, is to adjust his mentality." It was Mo Bei, who had always been indifferent to things, and her gaze at this time was terribly dark: "He is the number one player in the country." Wild, his personal points are ranked ahead of all players, and he has won more than a hundred times as many MVPs as you. He has never replaced anyone. If your partner can't get in, you should find the reason from yourself, let alone... "
Speaking of this, Mo Bei paused, looked at the man with his eyes, and said coldly: "If someone hadn't retired, you would not be in the lineup for this game now."
The person's sensitive point was stabbed: "bey! Our technology is not as good as yours, that's right. We don't have as many popularity and topics as you. We have been playing professionally for a short time, unlike you, who had such superior skills at that time. Environment, but each of us stands here based on our strength. If we had played on behalf of us, we would have been disqualified long ago. You are indeed different. After all, you are the light of China overseas, but you should also consider ours The situation, blowing away the awesomeness, who will come to the rescue! You also ask yourself, do you deserve to play professionally?"
As soon as this passage comes out.
Suddenly.
The atmosphere in the car seemed to be frozen into ice.
Visible to the naked eye, the little demon Bo who didn't participate in the topic from the beginning to the end stopped typing, raised his face slightly, and felt chills from the coolness.
Zhao Sanpang's face was numb, and he even had a long-heard urge to fight, what the hell is this!
Feng Nai's eyes were so cold that there was no trace of warmth.
Zhao Sanpang was still breathing deeply.
Feng Nai over there has already spoken...
(end of this chapter)