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Jim Brown knew what Yang Yun was referring to.

The Seven Great Nations definitely don't want to win, but Bolt is Yanhua's ally, so he naturally wants Yang Yun to lose.

"Don't worry, there are never absolute allies between countries, only absolute interests."

"You will see later, what is the means of a big country."

These words are not only for Yang Yun, but also for the whole world.

Li Haijiao's complexion changed slightly, he thought of something, took out his phone and called Porter's country.

No one answered, and I made 5 consecutive phone calls, each with a different person in charge, but none of them got through.

Song Xiong sighed.

"It seems that it was bought over there."

Li Haijiao nodded, and put an X on the labels of all the allied countries except Ba Tieguo.

"Let's give up the game, it's impossible!"

"I don't know who will win in the end. I really can't stand this kind of competition."

In the bird's nest, the six people were all ready, and they all looked lazy with drooping eyelids and not waking up.

Yanhua live broadcast room.

"It's all because the sweeping monks are too strong. They dare not win even if given a chance."

Another half an hour passed, and there was a thud, someone couldn't hold back anymore, Porter was the first to collapse, some kind of liquid flowed down, and some kind of smell spread.

Yang Yun yelled loudly.

These little fools really thought he didn't want to win.

"This is determined to let us win."

The six people seemed to move swiftly, but they stayed in place as if they had been slowed down.

The movements of the six people are surprisingly consistent, giving people a feeling that they are indistinguishable.

"How do you think the sweeping monk will lose the game?"

"Let's go, let's go, everyone, go back to sleep and come over at night."

"Hey, there's nothing I can do if I'm so skinny, I can hold back the shit I want to poop, brothers, I'll wait for you at the finish line first."

Jim Brown lowered his voice and roared.

Li Haijiao and Song Xiong from the Olympic Center also understood that Yang Yun knew their plan from the very beginning, and the things that kept leaking were eventually exposed.

"Yang Yun, what are you doing!"

No one steps out, and once they step out, it means that the rules will not change, they cannot use robots to compete, and they will still lose in the future.

If Yang Yun could see the barrage, he would definitely say something very Versailles.

Except for Yang Yun, everyone held their last breath, not wanting to embarrass themselves in front of the whole world.

"I just simply don't want you guys to get ranked."

"The sweeping monk is really a cowhide, what face will the United States have in the future."

On the runway, six people "rushed" out.

Then, there were a few more popping sounds, and everyone couldn't hold back under the stimulation.

At this moment, no one dared to bet on whether the next second would be fart or shit.

Seeing this, the seven great nations looked at each other, then exerted force on their abdomen, and then on their buttocks, making their normally normal selves feel like shit.

The top three were settled in this way, and Jim Brown of the United States left nothing behind, leaving only a lump of yellow objects.

At that time, the whole world will be ashamed, so don't even think about the competition, just think about how to wash your pants.

Because of stomach pains, people from the Seven Kingdoms have to walk carefully, for fear that they will collapse if they are not careful.

But if you don't step out, you have to endure the pain of stomach pain, and the feeling of being overwhelmed in your stomach makes you almost collapse.

Yang Yun walked slowly to the finish line, then sat down and looked at the few people who were struggling to move forward.

An hour later, under the difficult competition, six people finally ran 20 meters.

When other countries saw it, they fell?This guy dives, no, I have to do it too.

It's not his style not to win, but before he wins, he has to tease them about the Seven Great Nations.

Yanhua live broadcast room.

20 meters in one hour, the whole world doesn't know how these people ran out, maybe it's faster to release a snail than Yang Yun and others.

So everyone saw everyone fell to the ground like Yang Yun, clutching their stomachs.

Yanhua live broadcast room.

With a painful expression and a trembling voice, Yang Yun, who was prostrate on the ground, acted somewhat similarly.

They're moving, but the motion is so subtle that you can only see the slight changes if you fast-forward 16 times.

The implication is very simple, either abstain from the game and quit the game, or we will just waste time here and embarrass you.

"The Seven Great Nations will do whatever it takes to lose, hey."

"For me, it is never difficult to win, but it is as difficult as the sky to lose."

Jim Brown is right, between countries, there are only interests, not friendship.

"Now we can only pin our hopes on Yang Yun's diarrhea."

At this moment, Yang Yun moved, clutching his stomach and falling to the ground.

Especially the leadership of the United States, thinking about the price they paid to buy other countries, almost couldn't get up in one breath, and went down to talk to the god of death.

Li Haijiao has already guessed the method of the United States, using multiple benefits to lure her, and then using reason and emotion to explain Yanhua's dilemma after facing the robot, forcing others to submit.

"Who knows, it's hard to win, but it's not easy to lose."

People all over the world watched such drama and they just wanted to say, everybody wants to report it if they can.

It is indeed rushing.

"Oh, my stomach hurts, I want to shit, I don't want to compare, I want to shit!"

The heads of the people from the Seven Great Nations buzzed, and they understood that Yang Yun was not prepared to lose from the beginning, and he pretended to be in order to tease them.

Li Haijiao muttered to himself.

After 10 minutes, everyone including Yang Yun stopped at the finish line, and they only needed to take the last step lightly to win the championship.

. . . .

Yang Yun was about to burst into laughter.

After speaking, retract the gluteus maximus.

The people of Yanhua also understood that Yang Yun was not prepared to lose, never thought of losing.

Staring at a screen for an hour left my eyes sore and my head spinning.

Yang Yun held his nose and smiled, and took a step forward.

Jim Brown growled.

Song Xiong and Li Haijiao in the Olympic live broadcast room were happy, and the non-stop diarrhea worked. After 5 minutes, if Yang Yun didn't go to the toilet, he would bleed a thousand miles in this place.

Report someone engaging in performance art during the game.

After 10 minutes passed, everyone realized something was wrong, Yang Yun's expression became more and more relaxed, and then he stood up like a normal person, patted the dust on his body and said.

The whistle sounded and the game began.

Yang Yun chuckled.

There are regulations in the competition. If the athletes really feel unwell, they can withdraw from the competition.

There was a lot of discussion in the live broadcast room, and Song Xiong in the Olympic Center also dozed off watching it.

"Hey, there is no way, all available methods have been used, if you don't use robots, just wait for the country to be destroyed."
"It's all because the sweeping monk is too strong, and he will be targeted."

Bolt followed closely, followed by A Sanguo.

All six contestants were rolling on the ground, yelling things like "It hurts, my stomach hurts".

"A person who can't even hold back his shit is better than a fart."

"They will use robots for all games in the future."

"If you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten it. If the competition is a robot in the future, wouldn't that be dangerous?"

"What the hell is the sweeping monk thinking? Why did he want to win?"

The people of Yanhua turned their eyes to the figure on the podium.