Thinking of this, Han Junxi withdrew his thoughts and smiled again: "Ye Bing and the others are near here, they will come here soon."
Hearing this, Mo Bei put down the tablet and was about to speak.
"Coach Han?" It was Feng Nai. As soon as he stood up from the seat, the laziness in his body disappeared. Instead, his black eyes were full of oppression. It's a coolness that seems to be there.
Han Junxi smiled: "It's me."
Feng Nai could clearly see the undisguised ambition from his face, his lips curled up, his eyes filled with black mist: "Don't bother, she won't fight."
"This..." Han Junxi looked sideways at Mo Bei.
Mo Bei looked cold and met his gaze: "Wait a minute."
"Oh, good." Just when Han Junxi didn't understand when Bey asked him to wait.
The man with iceberg temperament in front of him pulled King's wrist.
The two of them stepped aside to have a private conversation.
Han Junxi looked at Zhao Sanpang with surprise.
Zhao Sanpang grabbed the man's neck again: "I said, Old Han, you are unfamiliar now, aren't you? Come to me, how can you just talk about the game? Come, come, sit down, Fatty, please!" You drink tea!"
Han Junxi almost died of breath, his short legs were still thumping: "I, I don't, I don't..."
"You must not reject me, Lao Han." Zhao Sanpang relaxed, with a serious face: "If you do this, you will hurt our deep friendship for many years, and it will make me suspect that you are here to play tricks. Yes, how can I rest assured that Xiao Budian will fight with you, are you right?"
Han Junxi coughed twice, and immediately denied: "I, I definitely don't have that idea!"
"Bad." Zhao Sanpang sat down next to him: "I'm just joking, Old Han, why are you nervous?"
Han Junxi felt guilty and sat up straight: "I'm not nervous, it's because I'm not breathing well."
Cat, Cat, Bear and Teng Hui listened and glanced at each other.
It's really hard to breathe.
Fat Master's method, whoever presses on the shoulder can get up.
However, with such a reminder, even their IQs can guess the purpose of the H country coach coming to them this time.
Not to mention the boss who disagreed with this game from the very beginning.
Cat, Cat And Bear turned his head and looked towards the French windows.
Mo Bei was whispering something.
Feng Nai's slender figure leaned back, and the coldness in his eyes seemed to be endless: "Ten 1v1 games, you don't want your hands anymore?"
"Don't worry." Mo Bei lowered his eyes.
Feng Nai's voice was flat: "I have nothing to worry about, it's not my hands."
Mo Bei knew that he was emotional, and he was not very good at coaxing people. He clenched his right hand hanging on one side, then let go, and then grabbed his sleeve: "Until I make it to the finals, I won't let myself any problems with your hands."
Feng Nai looked sideways, looking at the man who never had any expression on his face, and then at the hand that was holding onto his sleeve, it was pale and strong, when he clicked the mouse, he could even see the capillaries on the back of his hand, all over his body There was an icy air from top to bottom.
Those who didn't know thought that she was a solid rock and couldn't be pierced no matter what.
Actually...
"Then bey has to take care of herself." Feng Nai pulled her hand and shook it twice in the palm of her hand: "After all, this kind of hand with little flesh can break if you fold it."
After finishing speaking, he lightened his eyes: "What kind of exchange is it that you are going to play ten 1v1 games?"
Mo Bei raised his eyes and looked at him, his black eyes were bright: "Team H will accompany us to play three team games."
(end of this chapter)