"Jumping clown." The little demon Bo straightened his little chef's hat, and even his eyes were very flat.
Feng Yi was surprised, and looked down at the little person who appeared next to him, as if he vaguely saw the shadow of that person, but it was only shrunk.
After so many years, he still occasionally dreamed that those people won the championship.
That person stood in the center, wearing the national flag, like the breeze and the moon.
Back then, he supported the entire Imperial Alliance by himself, not only fulfilling his dream, but also creating the youth of a generation.
Feng Yi never thought that he and his son would stand in this place again.
After all, everyone knows Little Devil Bo, and Li Zhi's surname is not Qin.
"Uncle Feng? What are you looking at?" Little Devil Bo lowered his eyes, he was not so noble and polite as someone his age.
Feng Yi smiled: "It's nothing, I'm just curious, why did you come to Milan and agreed to join the youth training team, don't you want to play games?"
"Sister Bey is here." That's all Little Devil Bo said.
Feng Yi looked down at him. This was undoubtedly the youngest person in history to join the youth training team. No one would believe him if he told it.
If you want to say a secret weapon, this is really a secret weapon.
The GF bureau went to Qin's house last year.
Little Demon Bo has long been a documented special talent.
The meaning of the GF Bureau is to let people lead him to the right path.
After all, the Qin family has always been a double-sided sword, especially psychologically...
"Split personality." Feng Yi finally said, "What are the chances of it getting better?"
Little Devil Bo tilted his head up, his eyes stopped: "Uncle Feng knows?"
"You come here, besides accompanying the youth training team, you are also a psychological counselor." Feng Yi patted his head: "The most serious psychological problem is my stinky nephew, isn't it?"
Little Devil Bo didn't hide it: "It's true that mental instability can easily affect the competition. In addition, his psychological defense has reached the point of abnormality. It's hard to find the cause of the disease, so it's not certain. Uncle Feng should also know that he very dangerous."
"Is there no other way?" Feng Yi took off his glasses and stood there with little tiredness on his face, which was an emotion that only family members would have.
Little Devil Bo looked out of the window and rubbed his little shoulders: "Maybe it's okay to let some people disappear. Sister Bei was forced to retire back then, which became a knot in his heart. It is impossible for him to be without resentment. My suggestion, he is not suitable." Let’s play again, but sister Bei doesn’t think so.”
After Feng Yi heard this, his eyes deepened.
Bo Xiaogui raised his short legs, and then backed away: "Uncle Feng, I don't understand one thing. Those people forced Sister Bei to withdraw from the competition. Why don't you blame them at all, and come to the competition? They win glory."
"It's not to win glory for them." Feng Yi squatted down, his eyes were on the same level as Little Demon Bo: "Your father should have told you that as long as professional players put on their battle uniforms, they are here to try their best to win the championship. In the process, some people will like it, and some people will hate it. Where there is glory, there will be slander. We came to the game so that the national flag can float over Milan again, and it is also for those who cannot come, for example, your brother Nan."
"Your elder sister Bei used one hand to exchange her place in the competition. Do you think she is out of resentment? She understands better than anyone else that all this is meaningful only if you win..."
Feng Yi's words echoed in the long corridor.
At the corner of the corridor, Feng Nai, who came out conveniently, stood there, holding his trouser pocket with one hand, leaning his back against the wall, with a slender figure, looking out of the window with his eyes so deep that he couldn't see the bottom...
(end of this chapter)