Suy and Tao glanced at each other, the latter didn't want to bet on such an uncertain thing: "God Bey, the opponent is you, it's not fair to our rookies who have just played for two years."
Mo Bei looked at him, his eyes calm: "You got the rules wrong, and I'm not the one fighting you."
As soon as these words came out, Cat, Cat and Bear suddenly turned around, brother, what are you talking about!
Tao froze for a moment, and immediately said, "You mean..."
"K will fight with you." Mo Bei's voice has not changed, it is still so light: "I am only responsible for guiding, not playing."
Huang Mao gasped when he heard these words, and went to look at Huan Leng again: "Captain, bey, she is going to fight, how do I see that old K's green tea is not the same as it was before. "
Huan Leng refused to comment: "Look."
Hearing this, Huang Mao calmed down a little: "That's right, you really have to watch, maybe old K's green tea is really pretending!"
Suy and Tao looked at each other again, it was impossible for them to make a mistake about K's situation.
There are many traces of revelations on the Internet.
The current K is good enough to play against ordinary players, but it will definitely be difficult to fight against them.
Some of the organizing committee's words were just that they didn't want other teams to catch them and target Dead K at that time.
Everyone wants to be a starter.
After all, this is Milan, the World Series.
As long as you can make an appearance in this kind of competition, and let the winners go first, your personal commercial value will definitely increase.
The reason why they think it is unfair is also because it is impossible to give them a chance to start with an old man like Zhao Sanpang as the coach.
Bey was brought up by those old people, even if the black material is top-notch, they will let her play.
Not to mention K, the son of the employer.
Players like them who rely on their own efforts and have no connections or background, want to be the starter, but they can't reach it.
Now the opportunity is in front of them.
Playing bey does have the risk of losing.
In the domestic trials, a dozen or so of them teamed up, but they couldn't beat her.
But playing K who has forgotten what game skills are, and they don't want to fight, doesn't it look like they are ugly
"Okay." Tao's eyes were shining: "1V1, Suy and I agree."
Huang Mao raised his forehead: "No one agrees with this. I want to take advantage of old K's green tea amnesia and go up to revenge."
Huan Leng didn't speak, motioned him to look ahead.
The expressions of Zhao Sanpang and Feng Yi were almost the same.
They didn't stop them, making it impossible to guess what they were thinking.
Suy has his own concerns: "If Tao and I win, will we really be allowed to start? Fat Lord, do you agree? President Feng, do you agree?"
The implication is obvious, that is, he is talking about K's relationship, he is worried about the pressure of capital.
"Agreed." Feng Yi was dressed in a neat suit, full of business style: "The starting lineup, the world's custom, is 1v1, isn't it, Nair."
Feng Nai, who was named, crossed her long legs and said casually, "Whatever you want."
"How can this be casual." Feng Yi chuckled: "You have to understand the rules, two minutes, one blood for one tower."
Feng Nai's slender fingertips turned the black pen, then stopped, and pushed the wooden chair back: "Yes."
"Is old K really capable, or is he pretending?" Huang Mao couldn't understand.
Huan Leng stood up and said the first sentence after coming to the conference room: "It doesn't matter whether he really can, or he is pretending. He has to win to be eligible to start. Otherwise, within the two minutes proposed by bey, there is no one in the slightest." significance."
"ah?"
(end of this chapter)