Feng Nai Heard It...

"A clown." Little Devil Bo straightened his chef's hat, and even his eyes were very calm.

Feng Yi was surprised for a moment, and looked down at the little man next to him. It seemed that he saw the shadow of that person, but it was smaller.

After so many years, he still occasionally dreams of the group of people winning the championship.

That person stood in the center, wearing the national flag, like the breeze and the bright moon.

Back then, he supported the entire Imperial Alliance alone, not only fulfilling his dream, but also creating the youth of a generation.

Feng Yi never thought that he would stand in this place again with his son.

After all, everyone knows that Little Devil Bo is not named Qin.

"Uncle Feng? What are you looking at?" Little Devil Bo tilted his eyes, and he was not as polite as his age.

Feng Yi smiled: "Nothing, just curious, why did you come to Milan and agree to join the youth training team? Don't you want to play games?"

"Sister Bey is here." Little Devil Bo only said this.

Feng Yi looked down at him. This was undoubtedly the youngest person to enter the youth training team in history. If he told anyone, no one would believe it.

If you want to talk about secret weapons, this is really a secret weapon.

The GF Bureau went to the Qin family last year.

Little Devil Bo has long been a special talent on record.

The GF Bureau meant to let someone lead him on the right path.

After all, the Qin family has always been a double-edged sword, especially psychologically...

"Split personality." Feng Yi finally spoke: "What is the chance of getting better?" Little Devil Bo raised his little head and paused: "Uncle Feng knows?"

"You are here, in addition to accompanying the youth training team, you are also a psychological counselor." Feng Yi touched his head: "The one with the most serious psychological problems is my arrogant nephew, isn't it?" Little Devil Bo did not hide: "Indeed, mental instability can easily affect the competition, and his psychological defense has reached the point of abnormality. It is difficult to find the cause of the disease, so it is hard to say. Uncle Feng should also know that he is very dangerous."

"Is there no way?" Feng Yi took off his glasses and stood there, with a rare look of fatigue on his face, which was an emotion that only family members would have.

Little Devil Bo looked out the window and shrugged his shoulders: "Maybe it's okay to make some people disappear. Sister Bei was forced to withdraw from the competition that year, which became a knot in his heart. He can't be without resentment. My suggestion is that he is not suitable for playing in the competition again, but Sister Bei doesn't think so." After hearing this, Feng Yi's eyes deepened. Bo Xiaomo raised his short legs and then stepped back: "Uncle Feng, I don't understand one thing. Those people forced Sister Bei to withdraw from the competition. Why don't you blame them at all and come to play in the competition to win glory for them." "Not to win glory for them." Feng Yi glanced sideways, squatted down, and his eyes were level with Bo Xiaomo: "Your father should have told you that as long as professional players put on their uniforms, they will do their best to win the championship. In this process, some people will like it, and some people will hate it. There will be glory and slander. We come to play in the competition so that the national flag can fly over Milan again, and for those who can't come, such as your brother Nan." "Your sister Bei used one hand to exchange for a place in the competition. Do you think she did it out of resentment? She knows better than anyone that only by winning, all this will make sense..." Feng Yi's words echoed in the long corridor. At the corner of the corridor, Feng Nai, who came out to relieve himself, stood there, with one hand in his trouser pocket, his back against the wall, his slender figure, his eyes looking out the window, deep and bottomless...