The wrong posture of YY male god [system]

On July 7th, the same bar had almost the same crowd, but it was completely different from the festive atmosphere of a few days ago. The super-large high-definition LCD TV still played back the wonderful pictures of today's two games, but once The fans who were happy to sing and dance all sat in their seats lifelessly, clinking glasses and comforting each other.

The scene seemed to be shrouded by the powerful pressure of the deep sea, making people so depressed that they involuntarily lowered their voice.

In the quarter-finals of the 2014 World Cup, France lost 0:1 to Germany and missed the top four list. This is undoubtedly a terrible news for the French fans watching the game in the bar. When the guy left the competition venue and returned to the bar, he just opened the store door, as if he had gone to the wrong set.

What is this atmosphere of collective mourning for the ancestors?There must be winners and losers in any game, as for it!

For Carlos, who only pays attention to football because of Yan Kong chasing the male god Kaka, he can't understand that diehard fans like Jacob are currently in a state of grief and lovelessness like dead parents.

Similarly, Locke and the captain, who were not fans of the French team, followed Carlos' footsteps as a matter of course. Jacob, who found the organization, threw it to the French fans who hugged each other and looked forward to the next World Cup.

The three of them sat on the high chairs at the bar without the love of their companions, drinking the dark beer brewed privately by the captain's uncle, chatting and peeling peanuts.

Rejecting the invitation of a beautiful woman again, Carlos turned around and continued talking to Locke.

"What were you trying to say?"

In a strange country, I didn’t plan to meet a hot and passionate Brazilian girl during the holidays, so I temporarily locked the force in my safe, holding an exaggerated beer glass in my right hand, with white beer froth attached, and suddenly After taking a big gulp, he placed the beer glass heavily on the marble bar, making a domineering "bang--".

In the end, he exaggeratedly let out a manly belch, turned over the back of his left hand, wiped it boldly towards his mouth, and grinned.

"Jacob said that your premonition is very good. Anyway, I have nothing to do. Give me some hints. Who is the champion of this year, and what is the odds? I can make a bet and earn some beer money."

Rolling his eyes boredly, Carlos has never understood what Jacob and Locke, the multinational friends, exchanged when they carried him behind their backs. The favorability of these two groups must have risen too fast.

Before Carlos could speak, the captain, who had been a vase for a long time, immediately joined the conversation, gambling or something, he, a local, was very familiar with it.

"Really? If yes, I will join too! Although the odds of gambling are not high unless it is a black horse, but no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat!"

Poor captain, he finally got his qualification certificate, and his father who promised to give him a boat finally gave him a unique canoe made by a local fisherman, but it almost didn't lead to patricide. .

With all kinds of struggles, he had no choice but to work part-time while going to school. He racked his brains to make money during the winter and summer vacations, hoping to earn a yacht of his own in his lifetime.Now, I can only rent my dad's yacht on weekends to enjoy myself.

On the importance of establishing a good family for hobbies!

In order to enhance his persuasiveness, Locke immediately told him what Jacob told him about the 2006 World Cup.

Seeing that the two talked more and more outrageously, and even started to look at the prey with the green eyes of a hungry wolf, Carlos finally couldn't bear it anymore and directly grabbed the snacks delivered, one mouth and one mouth, and successfully shut them up.

"At that time, I only asked him to bring a tissue to scare the young master. Don't think about it, I really have the ability to predict, and I have already become the richest man in the world."

Swallowing his mouthful of food with difficulty, Locke still struggled tenaciously.

"Tch, you are not bad now. Do you need me to dig out the latest Forbes rankings for you? World-class local tyrants!"

Just when Carlos wanted to stuff a second handful of peanuts into Locke's mouth, Jacob, who had been abandoned by the three and glued together with the rest of the French fans in the bar, had an accident.

There was only a bang, and an empty wine bottle was slammed on the dance floor. Fortunately, due to the bad atmosphere tonight, the dance floor was always empty, and the splashed glass did not cause any bloodshed.

However, with this piercing voice, it was enough to attract the attention of the whole bar. The three of Carlos moved their eyes back with everyone, and saw that Jacob, who rarely showed negative emotions in front of outsiders, was surrounded by two or three bar regulars. Pulling back, but still bravely stood up and confronted the seven or eight fierce men on the opposite side.

The two groups of people chattered a lot in their mother tongue. Even if they didn't understand it, the gestures of a few international greetings to the women in each other's family were enough for people to understand that the two groups were definitely not establishing a friendly, harmonious and positive social relationship.

"Those unfamiliar men are German fans who entered the store later."

The captain's uncle, who had been wiping his wine glass at the bar, spoke suddenly, drawing the attention of the three of them back again, and when he swung back to the waiter who ran over to explain the whole thing, he told what happened just now.

Conflicts between fans are all too common, and on this night, the victory and defeat between the French team and the German team made the conflict more natural.But to be fair, the two parties involved in this accident are surprising. They were neither the British fans known for their football hooligans nor the Russian fans of the fighting nation, but the French fans known for their romantic enthusiasm and the strict German fans.

Moreover, to be honest, people all over the world know that the French team basically loses when they face the German team. It just depends on whether the loss is ugly or good.This one-goal defeat, in fact, is already very face-saving.

Faced with this result, what else do French fans care about?

Locke's questioning expression was so expressive that the store manager smiled knowingly, and rarely put down the crystal clear wine glass in his hand, and said.

"Let's put it this way, even if you know you're trash, and the whole world knows you're trash, but being stepped on by someone who just beat you and calling you trash to your face with arrogance, can you bear it?"

paralysis!Can't bear it!Must anal!

Even though he knew that the store manager wasn't talking about him, Locke's typical temper of the rich second generation still made Locke's hair explode in an instant, and he almost rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward, punching those German fans hard in the face!

"Uncle, do you want to call the police? I think they are going to fight."

The captain on one side said with a little worry, in other people's shops, they like to fight, and if they don't fight, it's fine. It's a rare World Cup fever, so it can't be wasted.He has completely fallen into the eyes of money, and the captain's worry at this moment is very sincere.

"No, at most, smash some wine bottles, you can't beat them. The group of French fans in my store are regular customers and work in Brazil."

Sighing, the store manager said regretfully.

"This incident tells us that when writing notices, it is better not to just print out a piece of paper just because of laziness, and then post it with transparent glue, and it will disappear when the wind blows."

"what?"

How are these two things related?The nephew of someone else's family showed a blank face.

"I originally posted a sign on the door of the store that 'no German fans are entertained tonight'."

Fuck, so domineering! ×2BY Locke, Captain

Putting down the beer glass, Carlos picked up two grains of peanuts that were shiny yellow and sticky with fine salt at one time, and threw them into the air in a very smart way. He only raised his head slightly and opened his mouth, and he successfully caught it with a roll of his tongue. , directly stuffed the two little guys into the back molars and chewed slowly.

As long as Gu Sen is away, this scheming whore is always pretending to be aggressive. Locke watched silently the eyes of several handsome men and women nearby began to stare at his little friend with glowing eyes. Carlos had already pushed away the chair before he could say anything. stood up.

"I'll go and bring the young master back, he should stay in a safe place for nothing."

Indeed, the man is tall and big, and one arm is thicker than Jacob's thigh. It is not the best to fight. If he really fights, one fist is enough for him to lie down for a few weeks. He stretched out his hand and patted his little friend's arm. Having seen Carlos' amazing force value, Locke simply made a cheering gesture, and then continued to hold the captain to drink and watch the show with confidence.

Although Locke knew Carlos earlier than Locke, but because one of his main activities is in Brazil, and the other is flying back and forth between the United States and China, the captain definitely did not know Carlos as Locke did. The young man who went to sea with his friends at the age of [-] was a little shy, calm and tough.

Therefore, when Luo Xinda was chatting with the store manager, among the three, only the captain was left, and he always kept four points of his attention on the two confronting groups.

Silently touched a peanut and stuffed it into his mouth. Under the watchful eyes of the captain, Carlos walked to the center of the conflict with a smile on his face. Jacob, with a stern face, was about to drag them away with his arms, but he didn't know what they said to the German in front of them.

I saw that Jacob, who was imprisoned by Carlos in his arms, suddenly became stiff, his eyes were on fire, and he stared at the German who stood at the front of the crowd and had the largest physique with a murderous gaze.

"Lock, the situation doesn't seem right!"

Finding that the atmosphere was not right, the captain immediately pulled Locke's hand.

"Wha... what the hell! Gu Sen isn't here for whoever offended that beast!"

With just one glance, Locke, who was familiar with Carlos, felt an anger that could destroy the world from the harmless smile of the other party!

There was no time for him to explain, leaving the bar, Locke took the captain and walked quickly to the center of the crowd. At a place where the four friends were less than three meters apart, both of them could clearly hear the phrase "sexy, evil and charming." People can't wait to kneel down and sing words of conquest.

"When I can move my hands, I will never speak."

The same handsome face crying for the whole world, but before he spoke, it was just pleasing to the eye. After speaking, for some reason, everyone around him took a step back subconsciously, and a powerful oppression was spreading to the surroundings at an unbelievable speed. Spreading, that handsome face has an indescribable glaring, I dare not look directly at it!

Locke and the two only had time to support Jacob, who was pushed by Carlos, and then watched Carlos, who was obviously one size smaller than the opponent, raised his fist at lightning speed, and made an arc. With a beautiful uppercut, he directly punched the opponent's leader under the jaw.

After the short teeth grinding sound that made people feel chilling and stomach ache, a moan of pain that seemed inhuman made the people around tremble at the same time, only one punch!The German guy who looked like a black bear was beaten away, and he covered his bleeding chin and screamed and rolled around on the floor.

But the murderer still had a smile on his face, and even the arc of the corner of his mouth did not change. He stretched his fisted hand flat on his chest, and waved flatly to the remaining Germans.

"continue."

After drinking a bowl of yellow soup, the smell of alcohol came up, and I really didn't even know how to pronounce the word "reasonable". What the hell, even provoking them so pretentiously?Why don't you go to heaven!

Can this be tolerated?Must not!

The tough guys looked at each other. For the rough football guys who often make troubles, fighting in groups has become a deep-rooted instinct. The tacit understanding cultivated in the old days made several people mobilize at the same time, attacking together from the top, middle and bottom, how? How come the hooligans come, people can prevent the top but not the bottom.

It's a pity that in the face of absolute power, all small tricks are useless, and they are beaten to the ground by human-shaped weapons in just a moment of confrontation, but they are luckier than the leading buddies anyway, just hugging the internal organs seems to move The dislocated body convulsed on the ground.

Silently looking at the character interface [Win a fight] [Fight someone] Both expectations have been fulfilled, Carlos pursed his lips feeling unsatisfied, no matter which one looks thicker than him , the results are all fancy but useless types. Before the warm-up exercise started, everyone fell down. People doing things?

Making sure no one could get up, Carlos, who was a little aggrieved, helped the only German hunk with blood all over his face. Ignoring the little struggle of the other party's fear and resistance, the two brothers patted each other's shoulders hard.

"I'll pay for the medical expenses for dental implants, mental damage, nutrition, etc. Come on, and apologize to my buddies."

Bringing people to Jacob, who has been in a daze since Carlos started, Carlos said with a smile.

Comprehending the young master's blank face as arrogant and dismissive, the German's stubborn temper reappeared, even though his mouth was full of blood, and even the tip of his tongue slipped over the gums to feel the bloody pits, even though it was very painful, very painful, God fucking hurts!But he just didn't want to say it!

snort!I feel good about scolding, and I feel good about being beaten, even!

The stalemate between the two sides was quickly broken by Carlos.

"The crime of intentional injury seems to mean losing money and being locked up for a few days."

The five fingers holding the German's arm were as hard as steel, and gradually shrunk with the words that could not conceal the eerie meaning even though they had a smile on their face. Flesh, the illusion of intent to pierce the shoulder bone.

Dryly swallowing a mouthful of bloody saliva, the German finally gave in——

After apologizing and taking out all the money on his body to compensate for the things that were smashed in the bar, the group of Germans quickly disappeared with each other supporting each other.

At this time, Locke and the captain realized that the other party somehow saw Jacob's Jewish identity, and said something very racially discriminatory and seriously insulting in front of Carlos. Getting annoyed is what will happen next.

Patted on the shoulder of the little friend, Locke and the captain silently supported and praised.

However, just when the giant ship of friendship between the four of them was fueled up again, enough to last for decades, King Gu, who was at an altitude of ten thousand feet, was facing a malicious and slightly familiar face with a wedding ring on his face. hands subconsciously make a fist.

carlos...