Chapter 221 Finals (7)
In the second game of the finals, featherweight players played. So far, the ET team is temporarily leading the total score.
Gong Jiuhan looked over from a distance, and on NY's side, Lan Yu was talking to the players who were about to play, with a slightly serious expression on his face.
"Don't be tough when you go up, this Wen Yao doesn't have a solid foundation," Lan Yu held the gloves in his hand, and slowly brought them up for the team members he brought, "However, don't underestimate the enemy like you did in the previous round."
In the first game just now, NY didn't have to lose so ugly.
Wiping sweat on one side, he made a strong movement, and his unattractive face was even more ugly at this moment.
He really underestimated the enemy just now.
This is also true.
Nothing is wrong.
He was putting down the things at hand, when he saw Lan Yu turning towards him, his usual gentle face was calm, but the eyes looking at you were somewhat inexplicably cold.
He opened his mouth and said, "When did you learn it for me, pretending to be smart? Huh?"
Jiang Qiang's ability is not inferior to that of Tang Yi, and even has the intention of surpassing him. During the game, Jiang Qiang had a chance to catch up with the score or far surpass it, but it's a pity...
ET only gave him a few sweets, and he got carried away and was extremely restless in the following games.
Eventually lead to a losing situation.
The hand hanging on the side suddenly shrank, his chin lowered, and his expression was quite lonely: "I'm sorry Captain, I took it for granted."
In fact, it wasn't just this that really angered Lan Yu, but that he directly abandoned the strategy that had been arranged for him, and rushed forward with all his might.
It is true that the plan cannot keep up with the changes in battle, but also, your changes should go with time, not degenerate.
"Next time you will be so unrepentant. In this arena, I think you should step back and calm down." Lan Yu swept across the players from both sides who were already on the field, raised his foot, and passed Jiang Qiang's side, "I don't like the rules in the stadium." Send people who are prone to impetuosity to the game."
The reason why the guild hall can stand for a hundred years is not because all the recruits are talented and wise, but because the philosophy is taught in the hall. His teacher even said that everything should be avoided.
The reason why he was beaten up so badly by Gong Jiuhan when he was young was because he didn't have a deep temper, and the final fiasco was an inevitable trend.
After Lan Yu left, Jiang Qiang clenched his fists tightly, and finally he could only let go, letting out a long and slow breath.
Suddenly someone tapped him on the shoulder, he turned his head, and it was Zhang Yu's fair face that caught his eyes.
"The captain is too strict, as you know," Zhang Yu handed him a bottle of water.
"Thank you Brother Yu!" Jiang Qiang took it over and sighed, "I know, it's really my fault.
As much as he doesn't admit it, that's his problem.
Zhang Yu raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, swept the corners of his eyes around, leaned close to him and bowed his head, and said, "That's what I said, but you can't just end up being scolded, while the kid on the other side is happy? Don't worry, I will definitely To avenge you..."
Under Jiang Qiang’s suspicious eyes, Zhang Yu took out a tightly wrapped paper package from his pocket…
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As time goes by, the game gradually heats up.
"We can see that Zhao Yan from NY locked ET's Wen Yao with his feet. As we all know, they are both featherweights. In this low weight class, what we are fighting for is not just strength..."
"Hey, hey, Wen Yao's move can be said to be powerful. It looks like a loach. He accumulates his strength to his knees. Even when he is locked, he can still use this strength to separate himself from his opponent..."
The distance between the two was opened again, Wen Yao panted, looked at the opponent who was also not relaxed, and lifted his lips and said:
"You are a good opponent!"
Half of the time of this round has passed, but he has already lost several points, and the points gained are far less than those lost.
This puts him in a somewhat difficult position.
NY’s Zhao Yan’s skin is not too dark, he has sweated a lot, and he looks a little shiny at the moment, his eyes are black:
"You are not bad."
The two circled around, and no one took the initiative for a while.
Soon, Wen Yao found the opportunity, took a step forward, curled up and jumped up, and came to Zhao Yan with lightning speed, in mid-air, his long legs drove straight down, and attacked Zhao Yan below like a broken bamboo …
Haha~ I’m here again, update on time~
(end of this chapter)