Such a public opinion turmoil, from the moment the game started, the assistant took the phone in front of Feng Yi, and called softly: "President Feng..."
After reading it, Feng Yi stretched out his hand and pushed his glasses: "In the future, show this kind of thing to Young Master Qin, and don't need to show it to me."
"Ah?" The assistant hesitated: "The matter of public opinion is not a trivial matter. If it is not handled properly, it will be very detrimental to God Bey."
Feng Yi smiled: "That's why I left it to Young Master Qin. He knows the Internet best."
The assistant had no choice but to call out: "Master Qin."
The little demon Bo over there looked up unhappy: "What's the matter."
The assistant didn't know why he felt oppressed, so he walked over and squatted down to let the little man look at his phone.
The corner of Bo Xiaogui's mouth slowly twitched as he looked at it: "It's ridiculous to cheer for other countries in the games of my own team. In addition, the coach will post a blog to clarify."
"Fat God?" The assistant was confused: "Isn't he not wanting to show up anytime soon?"
The matter of hanging on the corner of the wall is better than making a moving picture, and I left a message under him.
Little Devil Bo didn't comment, put his little hand on the notebook, and typed a few times quickly.
"This, this... is this the fat god's account?" The assistant looked nervously: "Master Qin, are you stealing the fat god's account?"
Little Demon Bo raised his head: "We're all in the same family, so what kind of thief is it? Besides, my surname is not Qin."
As he spoke, his little hands quickly typed on the keyboard.
Soon, an announcement rushed into the trending searches.
"Fighting overseas, only strong personal combat ability is qualified to be the starter. If you are cowardly before playing, find a class. The Huaxia team doesn't need cowards."
It's okay to use sharp words in this announcement.
There were three people behind Aite.
In an instant, the places that should be bombed were all bombed.
No one is avoided, all are casualties.
Generally speaking, people in this circle always save some face, in order to avoid fights, it really affects the emotions of the contestants during the competition.
But Little Devil Bo has a principle in his work, whoever hits sister Bei, he hits whoever.
Don't ask the reason, but the young master, I am still young, ignorant, and a brat.
The assistant watched the number of comments go up slowly.
The few players who were released by Aite started to jump, and had to find the original team to contact them.
They never expected that Fat God would be so disregarded before the competition, isn't he afraid of losing the coach
Little Demon Bo was calm. After the announcement was made, he told his assistant: "When the game is over and someone is replaced, you can show King all the comments that scolded Sister Bei just now. He is Huaxia. The captain of the team, split personality will not affect his IQ, all the players should know what kind of pressure Sister Bei is playing in this friendly match."
The little man has never said so many words since he came here.
The assistant listened in a daze, and by the time he realized it, Zhao Sanpang's cell phone had already started vibrating crazily.
"What the hell?" Zhao Sanpang looked at one message after another.
No time to answer, close.
They cannot lose this friendly match.
Even if there is a disparity in strength, at the very least, all the real starting players of the H country team must be forced out.
As it is now, the players from the second team are the main force, and Ye Bing doesn't even have the intention of playing, which means that everything has never really started.
Zhao Sanpang looked at the handsome figure wearing earphones across the door.
Beibei should understand this truth...
(end of this chapter)