Slag attack classification system

Zhao Zhenhe used his body to stop Zhou Nian, who was about to rush out to beat someone immediately, and he whispered in Nian Zhou's ear, "Don't make trouble, we represent not only our image, but also the image of the whole country."

Yu Mingming also helped to comfort her.

The driver and the co-pilot saw that these people couldn't make a fuss no matter how angry they were, they made a sound similar to 'cut' in disgust, and drove silently all the way to the Olympic base.

There was no welcome person, so Zhao Zhenhe and the team members searched for it, and followed the icon to find the gathering place belonging to Huaguo.

The building in Huaguo seems to be the smallest one, and it smells like it has just been decorated when you walk in. Athletes from other departments have already arrived, and they all complain about the poor environment and the cupboards are full of instant noodles.

There are so many people in Huaguo, and they only live in such a small place. It's really frustrating. The captain of the swimming team stood at the door of the bathroom with a towel and beat mosquitoes.

After Zhao Zhenhe put down his luggage, the first thing he did was to see the table tennis practice field, where people from various countries had already gathered to fight against each other.

Seeing Zhao Zhenhe coming in, there seemed to be a moment of silence, which almost gave him the illusion that he had just returned to the national table tennis court.

No one came up to say hello. It was not only Zhao Zhenhe who was treated this way, but also several athletes from remote areas in Africa, who only practiced in the corner.

Athletes from country H are very sought-after. After all, it is the 'country with the strongest table tennis'. People from all countries want to practice with them, but it seems that country H is only interested in those white-skinned countries. The invitation will be rejected, let alone the African countries in the corner.

Several people from country H looked at Zhao Zhenhe, who was alone, and sneered.

"Can I play ball with you?"

Zhao Zhenhe really didn't expect that he would also receive an invitation. Standing in front of him was an African brother who had been playing in the corner, with big eyes, a bit like some kind of animal in the grassland.

The onlookers from country H laughed even louder.

"Okay, let's go over there to practice." Zhao Zhenhe nodded without hesitation.

Unexpectedly, this big-eyed brother's technique is not as bad as Zhao Zhenhe imagined, and he is even very talented. It's just that he plays too hard, which makes many skills unable to be realized flexibly.

In the end, as expected, the big African brother lost. He didn't look very depressed, but he gave Zhao Zhenhe a thumbs up, and said in unfamiliar Chinese, "The mud is great, the mud is great."

"Thank you."

"I like your table tennis culture in Huaguo very much, so I started practicing when I was very young. It is a great honor to practice with you today."

"This is also our honor." Zhao Zhenhe was a little surprised. Few non-Asians know that table tennis is the local culture of their country. Since country H shamelessly seized the label of table tennis local culture, everyone thought that country H was the only table tennis. The birthplace of the ball.

"It's nothing to be proud of. It's just a fight between Toi and Toi. It's evenly matched," an athlete from country H walked slowly in front of them. He looked at Zhao Zhenhe with disgust, and then passed by.

"What did he say? (What did he say?)" The big-eyed African brother didn't understand the local language of the athletes from country H, and asked Zhao Zhenhe.

"He said weare garbage. (He said we are garbage)" Jo Jin-he replied in a self-deprecating tone.

"What?" The reaction of the big-eyed brother exceeded Zhao Zhenhe's expectations, and he strode up directly, grabbing the H country athlete who walked slowly and proudly in front, "Apologize! (Apologize!)"

The athlete from country H just got addicted to his mouth, and he didn't expect to be caught up to question him. When he saw that the African big brother was half a head taller than him, he was a little timid, but he thought that he was the host athlete. What are you afraid of?

He broke free from the restraint of the big-eyed brother, straightened his collar, "What's the matter, you two are very trash, aren't you?"

"How do you know I'm not good enough if you didn't compete with me? Just because I'm dark-skinned, and because he's from China?"

Sometimes, the criticism is as simple as that. They don't look at who they are and don't look at the truth. They just yell and curse with their inherent prejudices, hurting their innocent hearts.

"What's wrong with me, I just look down on it, what's wrong with my mother, if you have the ability, try to win an Olympic gold medal in your country?! What is Africa? What is Huaguo?" The athlete from country H blushed. He wanted to attack the big-eyed brother but didn't dare to look at his size. He immediately shifted his target and rushed forward to snatch the racket from Zhao Zhenhe's hand, and fell to the ground with a "click".

This was not enough, he raised his foot and was about to step down, his leg was raised in the air, a muscle tightened, and he was about to step down, but the big-eyed brother lifted it up.

The big-eyed brother held the leg of the athlete from country H with one hand, and yelled "Fuckyourmother!"

I saw that the athlete’s legs were lifted up like a pendant, and he was jumping comically as he broke free, clumsily like a fish. started howling.

"Apologize! (Apologize!)"

"OKOK!" The athlete from country H turned pale with pain, "Iapologize! Iamsosorry! Sorry! (Can't I apologize! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!)"

The other athletes from country H thought it was too embarrassing, so they didn't come up to help and left one after another.

"OK." The big-eyed brother nodded, looked at the athlete with majestic eyes for a minute, and then let go.

The athlete from country H was caught off guard, his feet went limp, and he did the splits on the ground. His whole body was so painful that he was sweating.

There was a burst of laughter in the arena, all amused by the farce. The athletes angrily beat the floor with their hands and cursed loudly in dialect.

Zhao Zhenhe squatted down, picked up the broken racket on the ground, and bowed to the big-eyed brother, "Thankyousomuch."

"You're welcome. (You're welcome.)" The big-eyed brother raised his hand and gave Zhao Zhenhe a high-five in the air, "Weare friends, right (I'm not a friend, am I?)"

"Yes."

Friends don't ask where they come from, it's a great pleasure to have friends come from afar.

After the farce ended, after returning to the dormitory, Zhao Zhenhe wanted to take a shower, but found that the water in the bathroom was cut off, "What's wrong, why is the water stopped?"

"Fuck country H, forget about the power outage, even the water." The swimming team captain continued to slap the mosquitoes on the wall with a towel, "Country H is an idiot."

In the end, Zhao Zhenhe had no choice but to take a cold bath at the big African brother's place. After taking a bath, his mood gradually became refreshed, and he went to the Huaguo base.

The closer we got, the more noisy the Huaguo Base was. There was a sound of 'Boom Boom Boom'. I didn't know that I thought it was demolishing the house. Athletes from various countries were attracted and came to watch the excitement.

What's going on here?Why did these vehicles drive outside the Huaguo base?

About ten trucks entered the Olympic Village one after another. No one dared to stop them because there were big characters of "Tang" on them.

The first truck was full of athlete nutrition such as yogurt, high-fiber biscuits, and high-grade grape pulp, and the second truck was a mobile generator. When it was shipped out, people from other countries made envious noises.

God knows why there is always a power outage in this damn place, and going to the toilet at night is like watching a ghost movie.

The third truck is equipped with water supply machines. With so much water, it will be enough for a year, not to mention two months. People from other countries are so envious that their eyes are green.

Damn they all suspected that country H did it on purpose, saying it was to save water, but the water in the faucet was flowing down drop by drop.

As far as there has never been anything wrong with any building in country H, isn't this deliberately disrupting the performance of athletes from other countries!

The rest of the trucks were sporting goods and daily necessities, and there were also things like mosquito nets and insect repellents. The swimming team captain was so excited that he slid down to his knees and happily kissed the towel in his hand.

"Long live the Hua Kingdom! Long live the Tang Corporation!"

After the captain finished kissing, he suddenly realized that the towel in his hand had just been used to slap several mosquitoes, his expression immediately turned subtle, he let out a "bah", and shouted, "Country H is stupid!"

Hua Guo may not dare to say anything else, but if he is rich, he is the first class. What if I have money?I am rich!

This kind of joy and pride accompanied everyone for almost an afternoon until the evening.

Yu Mingming pushed open the door of the dormitory with a stiff expression mixed with indignation.

"What's the matter, Mingming?" Zhou Nian was gnawing on a high-fiber stick, and when he saw his brother's expression was wrong, he immediately stood up, "Did someone mess with you, brother help you teach him a lesson!"

Yu Mingming shook his head slowly, he sat in front of Zhao Zhenhe's bed, his lips trembling a little, "It's about the dusk."

Zhao Zhenhe sat up straight, "About me?"

"Yes." Yu Mingming took a deep breath, "A notice was issued on the stadium this morning, saying that it disturbed the discipline of the Olympic Games and punished you. I will give you a warning..."

"Fuck! What's the matter with Zhao Huangwan! Isn't he just standing there and being scolded?!" Zhou Nian was so angry that only the national curse remained in his mouth, "Fuck! Stupid country H."

"I'm fine, don't worry about me, what happened to Gambo, was he also warned?"

Gambo is the name of the African big-eyed brother, who looks a lot like the big brother of a small animal in the grassland, that is, the little brother who stood up for Zhao Zhenhe.

"He..." Yu Mingming stretched out his hand, patted Zhao Zhenhe's shoulder, and said a few words softly.

"He's suspended."