Team Weaknesses

"Damn it, Hua Xiaoyi, Lao K is so cruel, how do you Heiyan people live their daily lives? What's more, is playing tricks a quality worth being proud of? He still looks so beautiful! "Cat, Mao, and Xiong really didn't want to be dragged into the trap by this guy. After all, he learned about the boss's schemes every day, but as a friend, he still gave a little reminder: "Shut up and record." Huang Mao coughed and sat up straight. Body shape. Feng Nai didn't even look here, as if he was talking about an insignificant matter: "The psychological analysis of the contestants and the level of their ability to withstand stress must be understood from the details of life. The video recording is for the psychologist. Get to know everyone’s situation better. “If someone feels something is wrong, you can mention it to a psychiatrist.” “But one thing is, during this time in Milan, it’s best for everyone to keep their own boundaries and don’t cause trouble.” When it comes to the last sentence. His eyes fell on suy. That look was so cold and without any warmth. Suy, whose eyes were still rolling, suddenly felt a chill on his back, and stopped thinking again and again. The car became quiet, and everyone was resting, as if what just happened never happened. But as the team coach, Zhao Sanpang didn't say that on his face. He looked at this car of young faces and thought a lot. He was obviously wearing the same battle uniform, but it was different from that time. Zhao Sanpang lowered his head and held a cigarette in his mouth, his expression a little fierce. I haven't been here before, but I just heard about it, and I can imagine what kind of situation it is like to have facial paralysis. When it comes, it feels different. Everyone in the car saw the anger on his face. Some players finally learned to restrain themselves and were still in front when they got off the bus. "Fat Master, let me help you get it." Fatty Zhao San picked up the bag and said, "No, your hands are the most delicate now." As he said this, he greeted the people behind him: "You don't need to take anything. Just say your name and get the room card when you enter." Private room." At this point, he paused and looked directly at Feng Nai: "Don't go to each other's rooms. If you have any problems, talk about it in the training room." Feng Nai curled his thin lips and refused to comment. Zhao Sanpang clapped his hands: "Everyone, there will be a meeting in the training room in three hours." "Yes." The players had just arrived and they all needed to rest. After all, long-distance flights and jet lag are indeed painful, but the team's fatal problems before the game even started made Zhao Sanpang unable to feel at ease. "What's wrong with Fat God? He's been depressed since just now." "I don't know, ah, I'm exhausted. Let's go upstairs first." "Okay." The war is about to begin. What is the scariest thing? It's probably the enemy. I've known your weakness for a long time, but you didn't realize it at all. Zhao Sanpang had no idea how many of this group of players could really play in the competition. On the contrary, Team H is confident. There was such a conversation in the black business car. "You must have noticed, the problem of the Chinese team." "Yes, we worry too much. They can't make it to the top ten, let alone play in the finals. Bey can't play a big role." "Human? "You still need teammates." After saying this, the manager of Team H smiled. No one in the hotel lobby noticed that Mo Bei glanced at Zhao Sanpang's back before going upstairs. His eyes were dark and light, like the impenetrable night sea...

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