Mecha little prince

There are not many games in Kuihai City recently, and the major sports media have racked their brains to fill the pages. I don't know who said in the reporter group that the descendant of the dragon will fly this afternoon, so everyone rushes to pick up the plane.

Although the Descendants of the Dragon lost the game, the winning team was still very impressive.Of course, the local guild still needs to support them, just write that they face the enemy, face up to the difficulties, and the more frustrated they become, the braver they are.

Many reporters thought of headlines on the way:

"The Distance Between Failure and Success"

"Wandering of the Ever-Victorious Army"

"Challenge God"

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When the Descendants of the Dragon arrived from China dejectedly, the photographers immediately picked up the cameras with glowing eyes, leaving this precious moment.

Sense of shame and then courage!Judging from the faces of the contestants who are brooding over the failure, it is clear that their chests must be full of unwilling blood at this moment!In the days to come, they will definitely do their best to avenge their shame!

The reporter suppressed the excitement and asked the coach if he could conduct a brief interview with the players at the airport.

The coach's shoulders were slightly slumped, his eyes showed natural and decent fatigue, and he declined in the name of preparing for the next game.

As soon as the reporter left, he turned his head, and the tiredness in his eyes became exhausted.

Don't think that he didn't see it. As soon as Chen Jinghui and the others saw the reporter, they started to hold their heads high, unconsciously opened their screens, and almost took off their clothes to show off their muscles - if there was one.

He thought that after losing so badly this time, the players must be under a lot of mental pressure and need to relax properly, so he arranged a trip to the zoo. However, look at their stupid and carefree appearance in the zoo !These little bastards are not worthy of mental pressure, only external pressure.

So before the plane took off, he arranged the training courses and extracurricular homework for the past few days, letting them calm down and be sober.Otherwise, what the reporters see now is a group of happy and lively losers... Maybe they think they went out to play a fake match!

Coming out of the airport, the coach looked at the youthful faces of the players and felt that he was too kind and had to wind them up again, so he made an impromptu speech on the bus: "Are you still happy? Do you know that, You are no longer yourselves!"

Chen Jinghui was shocked: "What, have we been parasitized?"

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Gentle reminder from the coach: Chen Jinghui will be punished with homework +1.

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Aggrieved, Chen Jinghui gnawed on the Shaqima provided by the little prince.

The coach adjusted his mood and continued: "You also saw it today, we all have reporters coming to pick up the plane. Don't you know how far the city is from the airport? With your grades, are you worthy of letting others come over? Why did you come here? It’s because you went out to represent not only yourself, but also the face of our city of Kuihai! You have made Kuihai city ashamed, so are you the ones they came to take pictures of? No, they took pictures of Kuihai The face lost by the city!"

Chen Jinghui opened his mouth to speak, but Shan Menglong and Hou Xuan hurriedly covered it.

Chen Jinghui made two "woo hoo".He just wanted to show his loyalty.

The coach gave him a warning look, then slowed down and said: "Tomorrow will play Tomahawk at home. Not only the media will come, but the audience will also come. What kind of results do you want to welcome them with? Go back and think about it yourself today! "

Originally, Chen Jinghui had said that he would go to the little prince's room to chat after he came back, and the topic had already been decided - Lin Shen's haunting and haunting, and he would eat the leftover snacks by the way, but when the coach's bus announcement came out, everyone could only practice desperately.

Lin Chen asked "Have you arrived?" in the afternoon, and the little prince didn't have the time to reply before going to bed: Return safely.

Lin Chen replied in seconds: Are you tired?

The little prince held the phone with both hands, and his nose suddenly felt a little sour.

Questions like "are you tired?" used to be asked only by the queen mother and the prince's elder brother.Here, because the training and meals are all together, the team members will not be so polite.Tired or not, just ask yourself.

He didn't know how to answer for a while, and stared blankly at the phone.

After a while, Lin Chen sent another message: Asleep?

The little prince quickly went back: "Not yet."

Lin Chen: Did you have fun today?

Happy in the morning, worried in the afternoon, and troubled in the evening.

The little prince thought about it, but instead of telling the truth, he replied: Thank you.

Lin Chen: It's a pity that we didn't invite you for lunch.

Speaking of lunch, I thought of the meal cost, thought of the meal cost, and thought of the medical expenses...Then the little prince's nose was not sour, and he became more energetic.He asked Yang Huacheng on the next bed: "How can I gently remind the other party to pay back the money?"

Yang Huacheng was buried under the quilt playing matchmaker, and popped up when he heard the words: "Take a picture of your wallet balance."

The little prince: "..."

Isn't this crying poor?Although, maybe, maybe... it will be useful, but it's too embarrassing!

At Yang Huacheng's age, he can't experience too many debt disputes, so the little prince decided to rely on himself.He wrote, rewritten, rewritten, and rewritten in the input box. After spending nearly 10 minutes, he finally wrote a more satisfactory one and sent it out.

Little Prince: Do you know how to reimburse medical expenses?

How could Lin Chen know.

When he sprained his ankle, he didn't prepare in advance, so he naturally didn't bring his medical insurance card. He paid for the treatment at his own expense, and said that the reimbursement was just to trick the little black fans.

But his first reaction was: Are you hurt?

Little Prince: It happened in the past.

Lin Chen: How did you get hurt?

domestic violence?

School violence?

Or social violence?

Lin Chen suddenly forgot the strength of the little prince who "pulled a weeping willow upside down" when he threw him, and his head was full of little black fans who were wronged.

The little prince's brain ached from being asked.

He also wanted to know how he got hurt, but he lost his memory.I thought that Lin Chen might be a key person, but now it seems——maybe he really only looks too fierce to be hated?

Lin Chen was still asking, but the little prince was no longer in the mood for chatting, so he simply replied "I'm asleep", then turned off the phone, and stuffed it under the pillow.

The new media in Kuihai City is extremely developed. Several sports official accounts published an article about the descendants of the dragon who are not discouraged in defeat just yesterday. Today, there are female fans who have come here admiringly and squatting at the gate of the guild, wanting to give the little prince some face-to-face encouragement.

When the other team members found out, they were very envious.

Especially the old players, who have been sweating blood and sweat in the guild for so long, they don't even have any charity condolences. After the little prince played two games, a little girl came to him.

Chen Jinghui was so angry that he pulled out an ancient poem: "The poor live in the busy city and no one asks, but the rich have distant relatives in the mountains."

When it came to money, the little prince sighed: "I am not rich in the deep mountains, I am rich in Dayue, and poor in another world."

Chen Jinghui thought that the "Dayue" he was talking about was the ID of "Dayue Fuwang", and the "different world" was "one life".Busy comfort: "Life is so long, don't draw conclusions too early, who knows what will happen in the future? As long as 'Da Yue' is good, you will be rich."

The little prince nodded in agreement.

That's right, for such a long life, he always has the hope of going back.As long as he can return to Dai Viet, he will be rich again!

The two people who talked about each other got satisfactory answers from each other.

On the way to the gymnasium, the team members secretly searched for their relevant reports, read the first paragraph with relish, and the taste changed a little later.Why did you add so much drama to the commissary guild?What is the return of the king, what is the resurgence of e-sports, what is the competition for the Central Plains to win the world... In comparison, the descendant of the dragon is simply a small boss in the early stage standing in front of the male protagonist, and it is still an unknown one!

However, this is only the view of some players.

The coach is generally satisfied.After all, from his point of view, the report focused on depicting their team's gloomy performance after a big defeat, and praised them as a team with great self-esteem.

The coach felt that under his leadership, everyone was pretending well.

Before entering the gymnasium, the coach "friendly" shook hands with every player who got off the car. Hearing the exclamation of pain from the players, he said with great satisfaction: "Now the pain is better than the pain after the game. Hit me hard!"

It's the little prince's turn...

Like others, the little prince stretched out his hand.

The coach's beard trembled, he clenched his fist and touched the back of his hand lightly.

The little prince: "?"

The coach forced the respect: "I know you are always worry-free, so I will save my energy." The main reason is that I can't fight without energy.

The little prince didn't think much, nodded and got out of the car.

The sparse cheers suddenly became uniform!

Outside the cordon, a group of boys and girls were cheering the little prince's name, which was also mixed with a few abrupt "descendants of the dragon, come on".

Chen Jinghui and the others were already very satisfied. As they walked in, they said, "We should let the commissary see what home court advantage is!"

"Tch." There was a slight chuckle in the lobby of the gymnasium, drowned in the hustle and bustle of voices, but the little prince's eyes and ears were sharper than ordinary people, and he subconsciously looked at a group of youths in black and red striped uniforms in the rest area by the door.

Among them, a young man with eye-catching bright red hair was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking at them jokingly, with a mocking smile on his lips.He didn't seem to expect to attract attention, his face froze slightly, and then he raised his head provocatively.

The little prince looked away indifferently.

The face of the red-haired young man pulled down immediately, he stretched out his finger, and was about to make a gesture of shooting at him, when the little prince seized the opportunity to look over again.

The red-haired young man paused his fingers immediately, and slowly made a "yeah" gesture.

The little prince felt that this person was strange, so he turned his head away from him.

Chen Jinghui and the others also noticed the people in the rest area, who were whispering: "Is this a battle ax?"

"It is said that they spend 80.00% of their day styling their clothes."

"...This look is not very good, is it?"

"It can't compare to our Sangsang's natural beauty."

The little prince frowned when he heard this: "If you want to praise me, you can praise me for being strong and powerful." The natural beauty is to praise those little ladies!

The others looked at his beautiful fair face and silently closed their mouths.

No, they have their principles, such rough words...they can't boast.