Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kungfu

Su Yue blinked at Ye Chen.

"Ye Chen, if the person in charge of the China National Football Association stands in front of you, what would you like to say to him at this moment?"

Good guy!

This is a great question!

Su Yue was on the flight from Imperial Capital to Milan.

Thinking hard for the whole way.

After arriving in Milan.

What question should I ask Ye Chen?

She expected that many media reporters would flood into Ye Chen's press conference.

Even if I get the opportunity to ask questions.

There is only time for one question at most.

Su Yue thought of the fans in China, their anger towards the Football Association, and the official website and Weibo of the Football Association that had been smashed.

The fans were extremely disappointed with the Football Association: such an excellent player was banned by the Football Association, what is the reason!

So Su Yue plucked up the courage to ask this soul torture in front of Ye Chen and many media!

Ye Chen was startled for a moment.

Football Association?

What a harsh word!

Not only does it sound harsh.

It smells more like Xiang Xiang!

Ye Chen frowned.

Because Su Yue asked the question in Chinese.

The other reporters present did not know what question she was asking.

Just looking at Ye Chen with his arms folded in front of his chest, thinking seriously, he instinctively felt that this must be a question worth pondering.

Fortunately, among the many reporters present, there was one who graduated from the Chinese Department of the University of Milan.

He understood Su Yue's question and volunteered to help the reporters on the scene translate the question.

"The girl asked Ye, what did he want to say to the leaders of their country's football association?"

The reporters at the scene suddenly realized.

So this is ah!

These reporters usually do not pay attention to Chinese football.

After all, in their eyes, this big eastern country is a football desert, and there are no football events worthy of attention.

Naturally, they didn't know about Ye Chen being banned by the Football Association.

The reporters waited for a long time, but Ye Chen did not answer.

They all whispered together.

"It seems that Ye Chen's affection for their National Football Association must be very deep. He is probably searching for some words of gratitude in his mind and trying to organize his words."

"Yeah, although I don't pay attention to Chinese football, but during the 2008 Chinese Olympic Games, I went to report on the spot. After those Chinese divers and gymnasts won gold medals, the first thanks were their superior organizations. I guess Ye Chen is in the same mood right now."

"Hahaha, their Football Association must be very happy. With such a talented boy, if Italy can produce a young talent like Ye Chen, our Football Association will be overjoyed!"

"Isn't that right? Every country's football association serves the players. Can you be unhappy watching your own children grow up!"

"Ye Chen hasn't spoken yet. He must be very excited at the moment. He must have been asked by this female reporter to the bottom of his heart..."

Ye Chen's mind was in chaos.

He struggled to control his emotions.

Su Yue's question brought her thoughts back to the East Asian Youth Championship.

Neon country players stepped on the ball on the goal line to provoke and celebrate...

He tried his best to chase back, and the goal line shoveled to save the ball...

The fight between the two sides...

In Shaolin Temple, boring meditation...

On the TV in the dormitory, I saw the announcement from the Football Association that I was permanently kicked out of the national team...

Also, when going down the mountain, the abbot of Shaolin encouraged him...

This scene.

Like a movie played backwards, it was playing in Ye Chen's mind.

A gust of blood rushed to Ye Chen's forehead!

He only felt the skin all over his body tighten instantly.

People also sit up straight!

The palm that was originally lying flat on the press conference table turned into a clenched fist!

The clenched fist was lifted off the table, presenting a suspended posture.

Ye Chen slowly raised his head.

His eyes were covered with coarse blood!

This thread of blood was beating like a meridian, and it was about to burst at any moment!

The kind and smiling face disappeared.

Instead, there was a gloomy and angry face!

This sudden change caught Su Yue by surprise.

Shocked by Ye Chen's aura, she took three steps back in fright.

Ye Chen's whole body, overflowing blood, spread throughout the press conference.

Even the reporters sitting in the last row.

You can also feel the intense tension in the scene.

There was an innumerable sense of restlessness in the air.

This is the aura brought by Shaolin Kung Fu to Ye Chen.

"Ye, what's wrong with you?"

Inter Milan coach Conte, who was sitting beside him, looked at his disciple in surprise.

Ye Chen's state really frightened him.

Marotta, the general manager of Inter Milan, is also puzzled.

He also didn't know about the dispute between Ye Chen and the Football Association.

But seeing Ye Chen's angry look, he instinctively felt that there must be something wrong with it.

"Ye, drink some water."

Marotta got up quickly, handed over a bottle of water, and bent down to look at Ye Chen with concern.

Ye Chen took the water.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, he just took a mouthful.

This sip of ice water rushed into the stomach.

Like a spring rushing towards hot magma!

Crash, Ye Chen's internal organs were instantly boiled!

"Beat him!"

Ye Chen blurted out!

In his mind, he instinctively remembered the words that Shaolin abbot said to himself when he descended the mountain.

Su Yue: "???"

"Beat him!"

Ye Chen's evil fire swayed among the internal organs.

His anger at the top level of the Football Association made him ignore the elegance of his words.

"You just said that if the head of the Football Association stood in front of you," Su Yue's slender body was under the pressure of Ye Chen's aura, "you want to beat him?"

Ye Chen nodded fiercely!

"Let me tell you this, if the person in charge of the Football Association stood in front of me, I would pick up a football, use the strength of the shot against Rome in the last round, and kick his head with a kick!"

Ye Chen's clenched fist hit the table with a bang!

He hates it!

I hate the Football Association's trash in my heart so much!

It's not exactly a matter of being banned.

For so many years, Chinese football has deteriorated year after year, and eventually became a mess.

The Football Association has contributed a lot to this group of things!

Every Chinese who loves football, who doesn't hate the Football Association, hates it so much that he gnashes his teeth!

If the person in charge of the Football Association is really like what Su Yue said, he is standing in front of Ye Chen now.

Ye Chen will definitely use his powerful vajra legs to blow his head off!

on site.

Everyone looked at each other.

Monk Zhang Er was puzzled.

Except for Su Yue, and Ye Chen himself.

No one could figure out why Ye Chen was suddenly furious!

Until the reporter who can speak Chinese stood up and said:

"Ye just said that he was going to beat people from the Football Association, and even kick his head off!"

Reporters: "???"

Conte: "???"

Marotta: "..."

The place was silent.

Only the electronic sound of the camera beeping can be heard

Su Yue broke the silence.

With tears in her eyes, she walked up to Ye Chen.

"Ye Chen, you play football well in Europe, don't think about anything, every goal you score is a slap on the face of the Football Association!"

"When one day you win the Serie A championship, you don't need to make a move. The domestic fans will definitely block the door of the Football Association and beat him up!"