How can this be!
According to the plan, it will take Bey at least ten minutes to break the tower!
Could it be that Saree didn't do what he said
Han Junxi's first reaction was that the players wanted to compete with Bey too much in terms of skills, and didn't listen to his own words.
But from the past, Sari was still standing there, without even moving his posture, as if he was stupid.
It can be seen enough that he himself did not expect to be destroyed.
Obviously he has been making up the knife.
The speed is not inferior to bey, even if he didn't keep up, it didn't fall much.
Country H's team is indeed the best in this regard. Everyone who comes in has a very fast hand speed.
How did you lose the tower like this
"Captain! No wonder you said that Bey is the most worthy of contest! She is too cunning!" Over there, Wu had already laid his face on the glass window, watching the scene inside: "How dare the soldiers of these towers It's all broken! I guess Sarri foolishly thought that he could keep up with Bey's hand speed, hahahahaha, interesting, very interesting!"
Ye Bing said "hmm" without saying anything, his eyes kept looking at Mo Bei's position.
Wu's eyes were shining brightly: "Compared with Bey, the strength of the second team is too weak, I will fight, how about it?"
Han Junxi held him down at once: "I will let you play in the official game, how many times do you want me to tell you."
"Oh." Wu shrugged: "Coach, you don't really think you can send people from the second team to get to the bottom of Bey, do you? Why do I feel that the second team has been found out."
Han Junxi also felt a little regretful at this time, but he still clenched his hands: "Look, Lin, pay attention to the line of troops."
"Yes." The players of the second team went on again.
This time, it was still within 3 minutes.
Han Junxi's face has changed from rosy to green, and his facial expression is getting worse.
They can't compete with technology, so they want to use time to waste it. When Bey shows fatigue, they can know where her weaknesses and limits are.
Unexpectedly, time can't be more difficult!
Han Junxi clenched his hands tightly, like an aggrieved little sweet potato.
Of course Zhao Sanpang knew how he was feeling, like a good brother, he came over and put his shoulders on his shoulders: "Damn, old Han, don't you think our little facial paralyzed brain is enviable? It's just a matter of one knife, and there is no need for an extra match."
Han Junxi tried his best to maintain the harmony on the surface, he could only smile, his heart was choked up and he wanted to scold his mother.
Over there, Bey had already played the last game. She took off her earphones and looked over here, her voice was calm: "An'an, record it."
"Sister Bei, don't worry, I've already collected the data." Qin Wei'an stood there, wearing a small suit, the little prince's gentlemanly demeanor was extremely inconsistent with the surrounding environment.
As soon as he drank that damn thing, Han Junxi wanted to ask, "Where did this kid come from?" He knows how to collect data? The Huaxia team has come up with something, are you traveling with your baby
I don't know if it was because he was stimulated, but Han Junxi accidentally brought out his inner thoughts.
The fat man still put his shoulders on his shoulders, and he answered happily: "He, no, the little spade threw it in."
Z? !
Han Junxi turned his head abruptly.
The fat man was still provoking: "Look carefully at that face, there is nothing like our cute little spade, but all like that wily guy Qin Xinji."
Han Junxi: Qin! ! ! Qin Mo! ? and, son of z?!
(end of this chapter)