People's Hearts Are Like Loose Sand

Outside the training room.

Looking at this scene through the glass, Zhao Sanpang put down the timer in his hand.

Feng Yi, who was wearing a straight suit, walked over and, like him, set his sights on the young men wearing the same uniforms: "Now, can you feel more at ease?"

"It's not that simple." Zhao Sanpang has always been a heartless character: "In the past, when we played games, there was no need to be like this. When we were little, we were the least wary of others. Now..."

Having said this, he withdrew his gaze and said, "The one who came out of your Imperial Alliance is just such a simple person."

"Fat God." Feng Yi wiped his glasses and said with a commercial air: "A personal attack is too much."

"Okay." Zhao Sanpang pulled up a chair and sat there: "I'm only targeting you and Qin Mo. You two, right, were very good at scheming back then. Don't tell me, look. If we don’t tell you how useless our team is now, there will be problems everywhere.”

"Bei is already solving it." Feng Yi smiled, full of vixen: "Fat God, you are the team coach, at least you must be more stable than a junior."

"I can't be steady." Zhao Sanpang looked at the scattered team members sitting over there: "Every one of these people is hostile to the little one. They are unconvinced and have no ability. It's okay if they don't have the courage. I don't want to let them go. People who are better than him come forward. This is the World Series. Do they know what they are here for? They don’t know. They only care about their fame and fortune! "

Zhao Sanpang got louder and louder as he talked: "Some people just do what they do. That one, the one sitting next to the projector. His private life is messy. He makes excuses for losing 1v1. He doesn't have any sense of time. He wants to have a fight." Rotate, let him go, how did he get in? I didn't watch the domestic breakout match. A dozen people surrounded two people, what the hell, they, their fans said it was fair!"

Bang!

Zhao Sanpang stood up with a deep look in his eyes: "You just picked a bunch of trash to compete in the World Championships."

This sentence caused all the players to look this way.

Suy, who was named, couldn't help but burst out of the door crying: "I will let the results speak for themselves in the individual competition."

boom!

The balance in the room was upset.

tou looked at Zhao Sanpang: "Fat God, you are familiar with bey, we all know it,

But we can come here only because of our true ability and the millions of people who support us. Are we, the players, all trash when it comes to your mouth? I think this is good, we won’t play in the game, and we can’t be the starter anyway, so you can just lead your bey and sprint for the championship. "

After saying that, he pulled on his team uniform jacket and spit viciously into the trash can.

His words were full of sarcasm, and his eyes were even more unkind.

He knocked on the table, and several players followed him out of the training room.

Before this team came, there were 13 people including substitutes, all of whom were top players in various positions in the country.

Now, apart from Black Flame, only Huan Leng is left in the training room.

There is also Adolf, who knows nothing and is on his way to find a way to defeat the Green Tea King in his mind.

As soon as I arrived in Milan, before the game started, people's hearts were shattered into a pile of sand.

Huan Leng lowered his eyes and looked at his right wrist guard, which was given to him by someone in the youth training camp.

The Chinese team that everyone dreamed of joining is no longer what it used to be...