Chapter 228 Leave the team games to me, are you afraid?
"So..." Gong Jiu silently tapped the back screen with his index finger while holding the phone, "What's the result?"
She wanted to know the reason why several people were like this.
The Ruyu boy sitting in the corridor moved his jaw lightly, and his magnetic and deep voice sounded slowly, causing the passing medical staff to keep looking at him, and then they were amazed when they touched that face.
"The doctor detected a powerful laxative in the bodies of several of them."
When Gong Jiu heard the words, his expression didn't fluctuate much.
Purge the medicine in the stomach, as expected.
But what she didn't expect was that the potion turned out to be a powerful potion.
Even a little bit can make the average person dehydrated.
I don't know who made the prank. To this extent, it's really...excessive.
ET has come to this position today, with friends who adore and respect, and enemies who are envious and jealous.
In addition, there are also some black fans who are always trolling and discrediting. This is not only an inherent phenomenon of ET. Fighters from other countries have also suffered from those extreme sunspots with different methods.
Then there is... the opponent.
Tsk... This range is a bit big... It's not easy to judge~
In the microphone, the voice was still talking, and she was concentrating on it. Gong Jiulan retracted her gaze, lowered her eyes, and paced on the ground with her toes once in a while.
She was still thinking about how to find out the perpetrator, put the medicine back, and give her a good beating.
What is this called, oh yes, treat the person in the same way as the person.
The whole person is holding the phone, quite carelessly.
"And..." At this point, Jun Gu paused, his narrowed eyes became darker and deeper: "A small amount, a stimulant."
The movements under his feet were caught off guard.
Put the free hand in her pocket, she raised her face, her glaring facial features turned cold, and an inexplicable hostility overflowed from Gong Jiuan's body.
"Stimulants...?"
Those who are less serious will be disqualified from a single competition, and those who are more serious will be directly deprived of their right to participate in the competition for life.
Even if this is just a light person, it is enough for a person to be ridiculed in the fighting circle, unable to gain a foothold, and finally unable to bear it, and chooses to withdraw from the circle under strong personal dignity.
She finally knew where the weird feeling when watching the game came from.
Tang Yi and the others' shots were more aggressive than usual.
She was still thinking, this person's explosive power was raised quite high all of a sudden, and she didn't notice it before.
Looking at the young man who was in the middle of a fierce battle on the ring, Gong Jiu's dark eyes gradually deepened, her lips moved up and down, and words with water chestnuts flowed out from between her lips and teeth:
"Brother, leave the team games to me, are you afraid?"
There was two seconds of silence in the microphone, and then, a deep and gurgling low laughter like a cello fell into her ears one by one like falling pearls.
"Not afraid."
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"Shh~"
The referee's whistle suddenly sounded, the game came to an end in the fierce battle between the two sides, and there was a one-minute intermission.
Su Yu took a deep breath and let it out heavily. He swallowed the punch he almost threw, moved his shoulders, glanced at the opponent's back, stretched his neck, and walked towards the corner of the ring.
As soon as he reached the soft rail, before he could sit down, Gong Jiu silently called him down.
Suspicion flashed across his face.
But Su Yu still fell off the ring from the middle of the soft rail and stood in front of Gong Jiuan. The remaining two team members also leaned over. He turned his head and looked over, and saw both of them looked disappointed and lonely.
"Coach, what's wrong?"
Gong Jiuhan put his hands in his pockets, and there was a shallow, unquestionable strength on his bland face.
At the tip of the eyebrows, there is that extremely familiar reckless and carefree look.
For some reason, Su Yu always felt that Gong Jiu was dumb in front of him, and there was a coldness that could not be ignored.
"You don't have to play for the next game..."
Pain is inevitable, but suffering is optional. — Haruki Murakami
(end of this chapter)