Chapter 119 The word little guy
"Shh~"
The sharp and crisp whistle sounded.
Bo Song was knocked down by NY's side kick.
The referee blows the whistle to pause and ask the fallen person if he can get up and fight again.
There are only 20 seconds left before the end of this round.
After the inquiry failed, the referee counted down the seconds.
If the downed player cannot get up and continue to participate in the battle within seconds before the referee reads out the time, it will be considered defeated.
The final result is that NY wins.
Jun Gu turned his head, his eyes lightly fell on the boy's sideways face, he lowered his eyes slightly, and his gaze finally rested on the hand she was holding.
His half-open hand is still as slender as jade, and there is a piece of paper lying quietly in the palm.
Afterwards, Jun Gu raised his eyes.
"Um?"
The ending sound is light, loose and clear.
The movement of the lower jaw was small, chewing the candy in his mouth unhurriedly, Gong Jiu raised his chin dumbly, and turned his head to signal.
Jun Gu Shun looked over.
A small blue plastic trash can stood there quietly.
This is asking him to help take out the trash.
After reacting, Jun Gu suddenly laughed, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and he took the ball of paper from the boy's hand.
Throwing it along the way, the ball of paper fell into the trash can accurately.
Seeing this scene, Gong Jiu blinked silently, "Thank you."
The trash can on her side is not very close to her, let's throw it there, the movement range is a bit large, and it is easy to attract attention.
So I can only ask Jun Gu who is already sitting by the trash can to help.
It's not easy for her to throw garbage under people's noses, right?
The slightly waxy "brother" of the boy echoed in his ears.
The smile on the corner of Jun Gu’s mouth has not been put away, “You’re welcome, little guy.”
Gong Jiu was silent.
The word little guy...
Front row.
Su Yu and Wen Yao looked at each other, turned their heads together and said in unison: "Coach, you are amazing!"
Gong Jiuxuan just said that NY would win, and soon Bo Song lost.
The last hit was a perfect KO.
Legs crossed, Gong Jiuhan leaned forward slightly, stretched out his hand to support his chin, and accepted the compliment without humility: "Sure."
His eyes are full of fine wildness, quite scorching eyes.
The next few games will still be contests between Posong NY players of the same unit.
In the end, the NY team won with a higher total score than Posson.
Bo Song became the first team to be eliminated.
"Tsk, things are unpredictable, Bo Song didn't lose so quickly last season," Su Yu clasped his hands and smacked his lips.
Wen Yao shook his head: "You probably didn't pay much attention to what happened last season. The NY that Bo Song met this time was one of the top three last season. It's normal for Bo Song to lose."
Su Yu didn't expect that there was such a message that he ignored: "Really?"
He turned his head to look at the players who had stepped down, "Then the strength of NY should not be underestimated."
I don't know if I will encounter it in the next game.
Because the competition rules adopt single elimination, so far, one participating team has been eliminated.
"It's a pity," the hostess shook her head regretfully above the hosting stage, "I didn't expect NY to advance to the next stage with three consecutive KOs and two leading scores."
The male host took over the microphone and followed closely behind: "We cheer for NY's victory, and feel very sorry for Bo Song's departure..."
In the audience, there were people who cheered excitedly, and some sighed with regret.
People holding NY up high cheered, and the cheering sticks printed with pines and cypresses fell slowly.
Victory and disappointment are intertwined, ushering in a contest between the other two teams.
Glancing at the watch on his wrist, Gong Jiu closed his eyes silently.
It's almost noon.
She guessed that the two teams on the stage would not be able to tell the winner for a while.
The rest will be postponed later.
ET's game is still behind.
Today is a dead end.
Heaving a long breath, Gong Jiu stared blankly at the ring in front of him, his expression unclear.
I don't know who drew the cards, and my luck is really not very good.
Teams that have been eliminated in the preliminary round may not be present next time.
Draw the game time earlier and finish the game earlier to save some snacks, and you don’t have to make an extra trip.
Limp down, she turned her face sideways, her sleepy eyes showed a bit of wildness emanating from her bones.
glanced at the audience.
Jiang Xiying was sitting in the front row behind their team, happened to meet her eyes and waved at her, smiling handsomely.
Look away expressionlessly, Gong Jiuhan is too lazy to rub his own eyes.
As soon as he turned his gaze away, another figure appeared in his eyes.
Although separated by some distance.
But she still felt that guy half-covered his face and took away his sunglasses, and winked at her playfully.
Aww~ My update is late~
Please forgive me (you can smoke me)
emm...
(end of this chapter)