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Chapter 617 Isn't it Broken Love?Teenagers play brutally

Looking at the young man's play style can be called brutal.

Mo Cong felt that he was no match for the boy.

Not to mention those players.

In the end, some team members really couldn't keep up with the fast-paced and brutal young man's aggressive style of play, so they had to stop, gasping for breath, and complained to Mo Cong, "Captain, is the deputy team broken in love? This style of play Isn't it too cruel?"

Mo Cong's eyes moved from the boy.

Just fell on the team member who spoke.

I don't know.

Mo Cong didn't have time to open his mouth to answer.

Little Princess Alice frowned and said, "What broken love?! Lin Zhaoxia won't fall in love easily, because she is mine!"

Without Lin Zhaoxia, Mo Cong didn't dare to provoke the little princess at will.

After all, not everyone has the first-class smooth hair skills.

Mo Cong laughed quickly, "Yes, they belong to the little princess."

Finally, he gave the player a look.

: Hurry up and shut up.

That team member is also a person with good eyesight.

Mo Cong understood immediately when he cast his eyes over.

He quickly fell silent, and made a dynamic gesture of locking the zipper: pinching the thumb and index fingertips together and sliding from the corner of his mouth to the other corner of his mouth.

"It's not all mine, only Lin Zhaoxia belongs to this princess!"

At this time, the little princess frowned and became proud again.

Mo Cong immediately corrected Junjie's words, "Yes, Lin Zhaoxia belongs to the little princess."

Alice snorted.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the dynamic silence gesture made by the team member just now, and hummed again.

Then he turned his attention to the boy again.

Mo Cong watched from the side, heaving a sigh of relief in a false alarm.

"Go and rest for a while, and tell those who can't hold on, don't be too reluctant."

The little princess regained her composure, Mo Cong looked sideways, and gave orders.

The team member shouted yes cleanly.

Pass the word on.

For a while, they were still working hard but couldn't keep up with the young man. In the end, their legs were sore and panting. More than half of the team members came down immediately.

And a small part.

But barely kept up with the boy's rhythm.

But it looks like it is also very tired.

The few team members who came down wiped their sweat, drank a whole bottle of mineral water in one breath, and finally sat limply at Mo Cong's feet, looking at the young man who was still playing fast-paced and aggressive on the training ground, especially ferocious , I couldn't help but wiped my face, suddenly sad:
"Captain, isn't this pair too scary?"

"Why are you so fierce? The ball didn't mess with her, did it?? I dunked four times in less than 10 minutes!"

"It's too fierce, I can't keep up at all, the pace of the deputy team is too fast!"

"Didn't you be fine in the morning?" The team members were all heartbroken, watching the boy's terrible style of play, sweating all over, "This afternoon's change is too big, captain help!"

just.

For those words of his team members.

Mo Cong just listened to it.

But all his own attention was on the young man at this time.

A voice in his heart told him.

Don't stop the teenager's rhythm at this time.

Mo Cong felt again.

The teenager actually wanted to tell them something through her brutal and aggressive fast-paced style of play.

"Don't act rashly," Mo Cong stopped the players who were just about to get up and shout for a timeout, and watched the young man on the training ground jump cleanly again for a handsome slam dunk, and smiled slowly, "Look, see if you can find out something."

(End of this chapter)