MTL - Dumb Please Take a Seat-Chapter 451 Really worthy of being the official cp

  Chapter 451 really deserves to be the official cp

  At this time, people who are concerned about the actual game in China are all shocked by this scene of crushing aura, and all the major tennis circles and websites are editing this game with elation.

  People also edited the Brazilian player's "silent contempt" and Gong Jiuan's "sound provocation" together for viewing after a few hours. The Brazilian player Joao was directly killed in a flash.

   "My God, this is the coach Gong in my memory!"

   "Sure enough, he is a powerful person, and the provocation is so blatant!"

   "Coach Gong, I love you!"

   "Absolutely, absolutely, really, look at Coach Gong's demeanor, casual and full of arrogance in his heart, my God, Coach Gong, kill me!"

   "Who said Coach Gong couldn't do it back then? Did you see that? Coach Gong is on the front line to find a place for our countrymen, but you guys are lying on the front line and squatting. It's really a waste of such a good atmosphere on the land!"

   "That's right, there are still people who are still holding on to those things before, saying that the Internet has no memory. The main reason is that our coach Gong didn't do anything harmful to those things. I think some people are jealous and some are bitter!"

   "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhthhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhences  hh! So **** handsome!"

   "Let him pull! You should frustrate that guy and let him see the strength of my Huaxia man! Coach Gong! Don't show mercy!"

   "According to the actual situation, it is this Joao that coach Gong is facing in the afternoon. Let's wait for the game to start!"

   "Wait for the game to start!"

   "..."

  The online discussion posts were once hot, and people talked about the past, the present, and the future all over again, but in the end it was undoubtedly a united front, waiting for the match between China and Brazil in the afternoon.

  When he saw the sudden news, Guang Moran kept shaking his head.

   "What does this Brazilian player think, who is wrong to offend but that guy Gong Jiuhu? Do you think you have lived too long?"

   Throwing the tablet aside, after a pause, he bent over to pick it up again, and clicked into the latest news.

  Looking at the time of the afternoon game, he quit and accidentally clicked into the recent clips of netizens.

  Looking at the young man who could clearly see the arrogance of the other party even through the screen, he parted his lips and smiled, and sighed:

   "Why do you still look like a dead man? Tsk tsk, you don't look like a girl at all..."

  The time difference between Morocco and China is seven hours, so when the afternoon game here starts, it is already evening in China.

  But on this day, tens of thousands of households in the country are still brightly lit, and most of them are still gathering in front of the sports channel of the TV, waiting for the start of the game.

  Before the start of the game, countless people swiped on the Internet that they must wait until the moment when Huaxia will avenge its shame.

Before that, the knot between the Chinese team and the Brazilian team was already a well-known thing. I thought that no matter how good the national team's performance was this year, the final result of meeting the player Joao from Brazil Even the honor is lost, and the face is also lost.

  In addition, the day before, Joao made a silent insult to Huaxia, such as letting go of the "sick man", which caused countless people in the country to be angry, and they were waiting for someone to beat him up.

  Now that there is such a fight, people naturally want to see if this game can make them happy.

   At the scene of the World Championships in Morocco, which was also noisy and passionate, Gong Jiuhan didn't know what happened thousands of miles away.

  The moment the media in the venue read her name, she was ready and stepped onto the track to enter the ring.

  At that time, Joao had already entered the ring and ran around, with his back turned to her and greeted the people off the field.

  Under the stage, Jun Gu Wei looked up at the octagonal ring with his chin up, his eyes getting darker.

  Among the crowd, the slight vibration from the pocket seemed particularly abrupt.

  Averting his eyes from the boy, he lowered his eyes, took out his phone, and swiped open the screen.

  Under the long and complicated unfamiliar number, what jumped out was a photo.

  The deity inside is himself.

  The scene is the same as it is now.

  Under the lens, the eyelids swayed slightly, covered with a slight coldness. Before the fingertips landed on the screen, the interface was refreshed again, and a photo came in again.

  He from another angle.

  What do you want to express?

   imprisoning him, making him feel crisis and oppression?

  The corners of his lips curled up, imbued with this dangerous smell, Jun Gu raised his eyes, his side eyes swept across the mountains and seas that were almost full of human heads, and he pressed his thumb on the side of the phone.

  The screen will turn off at the moment.

  The same move, after doing a dark move to Gong Jiu, he came to him again, tsk, what a joy.

  He tilted his head and nodded his jaw slightly at the person not far away. He turned his head and set his sights on the ring again.

   As a result, the coldness in the eyes melted and faded away layer by layer, forming a clear and moist color.

   "Joao! Joao!"

  As an athlete who has represented his country twice in a row, Joao has a great reputation in the World Championships, and there are not a few people from all over the world cheering for him off the field.

   In contrast, Gong Jiuhan, who is a "newcomer" at home and abroad, doesn't have such a big fight.

   Yes, but the Huaxia colleagues who interspersed with the crowd tried their best to shout for her, but unfortunately the effect was not good.

  Joao, who took the off-court situation into his eyes, looked back at the boy standing opposite, with a proud and arrogant smile on his face:

   "Boy, you don't look popular?"

  The referee held the whistle and stood to one side, counting the time.

  The two parties had already stood still and saluted. He clenched his fists and made a good posture.

  The slight contempt in his mouth did not arouse any emotional fluctuations in Gong Jiuan, she glanced at him lightly, and moved her wrist carelessly.

   Even when he spoke, he was not light or light: "After beating you, someone will welcome you."

  Joao, who originally wanted to mess with the opponent before starting the fight, obviously didn't expect that the opponent would not even maintain the harmony on the surface. Immediately, a stern look flashed in his eyes, and his fists were clenched even tighter.

  He snorted lightly: "Arrogance!"

  The moment the referee blew his whistle, he quickly punched and attacked.

  No temptation at all.

  People exclaimed. They didn't expect Joao to attack so fast. In the past, players would not attack in such a reckless way at the beginning, but would try to tread water instead.

  After dodging and dodging continuously, Gong Jiu stopped in mid-air with his upper body dumb, raised his hands and palms to wrap around the opponent's fists accurately, pulled down neatly, and turned around with his feet, which was an over-the-shoulder throw.

  The simplest action, but it easily made Joao lose a point.

  The moment he landed on the ground, the pain in his back was accompanied by a trace of surprise. Joao seemed to have never expected that he would be knocked down by such a common and simple move.

  Restraining the unwillingness in his eyes, he quickly turned over and squatted on the ground, looking up at the young man who was not in a hurry to stop him.

   "What are you doing? Humiliate me? It's a pity, your behavior is the most stupid!"

  Give the opponent time to relax, which is undoubtedly planting a mine that will explode at any time.

  Heaved a sigh of relief between his lips, Gong Jiu's dumb eyes, in addition to the gleaming smoldering color, also showed a bit of idleness and gangsters in the game world.

   "I remember that the players in your Brazilian team are all at the pinnacle of Jiu-Jitsu."

  When she curled her lips, she finally had a smoky smile: "Come on, show me."

  When the young man said this, he had the arrogant attitude of the princes and generals in ancient times watching the singing and dancing.

  Joao looked at the condescending foreign boy, the contempt in his eyes shrank into the bottom of his eyes, and a little bit of cool air leaked out.

  The last sentence, Gong Jiuan used Portuguese, the standard Portuguese was dyed with the unique exotic tone of the master.

  The person who was still three steps away suddenly changed his movements and approached in an instant.

  The fists and feet are airtight, and they come through the air with a fierce wind.

   I have to say that Joao is able to stand so proudly at the World Championships, he has a certain strength.

  When Gong Jiuhan raised his leg to chop down the opponent's attack, he took advantage of the situation with a hook, and was caught off guard and locked his lower body.

  The fundus of her eyes gradually deepened, she turned over, lost her strength to bring him down, kicked hard, and flexibly pulled out of Joao's imprisonment under the amazed eyes of the world.

  Perhaps it was due to the various treacherous behaviors of the two before the match. People always felt that this match was more interesting than the previous ones.

"Boss, what do you think the coach will win if he fights this Joao? This Joao has been the representative of the strength of the Brazilian team for the past two years. His jiu-jitsu and melee have caused many people to lose to his terrifying strength. Although he knows the coach Very powerful, but now I really see the two fighting, I am still a little uneasy."

  Mixed fighting includes muay thai, wrestling, Brazilian jiu-jitsu, etc.

  In fact, it is mixed martial arts, which mainly includes three main fighting postures: standing, wrestling, and falling to the ground.

   For the Brazilians, the best of their native martial arts is jujitsu.

  If a person who only practices standing strikes is dragged to the ground by a Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu black belt, basically all boxing and leg skills will be abolished.

  But Brazilian jiu-jitsu players have also been KO'd by various punches and legs in MMA competitions many times.

  Su Yu's eyes were fixed on the ring without blinking, but his mouth was chattering non-stop.

  How should I put it, he is excited and nervous now.

   You know, this is the first person on the power ranking that Gong Jiuhan has encountered in the World Championships. If she fails in this game, she will miss the final.

  Of course, he naturally favored their coach in his heart.

   "Boss—"

"Shut up."

  Jun Gu turned his head to look at him, Su Yu immediately nodded obediently, raised his hand and made a zipper movement on his mouth.

   Can't be provoked, their boss has only been two days old, and he can't provoke people anymore.

   Finally, he turned his head to look at the arena for a while, watching the fight above, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

   "Wait, wait," Su Yu's gaze was still on the octagonal ring, as if he had noticed something, surprise and shock flashed across his eyes: "Coach, is this here, clone?"

  On stage, the moves and styles of play that Joao uses will be reproduced one by one by Gong Jiuhan and applied to him.

  Compared to the attacks that he doesn't have much advantage in, Gong Jiuan's tricks are obviously more powerful. At present, Joao has already lost some points to his own moves.

  Su Yu also became aware of this phenomenon after watching two fights where you come and go.

   When he fully reacted, he felt a tremor all over his body.

  Jun Gu looked at the swaying young man on the stage with long eyes.

   "You read that right."

  His eyes were as dark as ink, but he hid a faint smile: "She is using Joao's most proud fighting skills to suppress him step by step."

  Based on his understanding of the little guy, no matter how small the place she lost in the other party's hands, she would set up a trap seemingly inadvertently to let the other party get in, and then, well and hard, teach the other party how to behave.

  Thinking of this, Jun Gu smiled lightly.

  It’s still a vicious little fox who must take revenge.

   There was a slow smile on his lips, and the liking flowing out of his chest almost filled every word.

   "Really, it's so cute."

   Su Yu, who was right next to him, just happened to be listening.

  At the moment, Mimi quietly glanced at her boss like a ghost, thinking that she deserves to be the official cp, and even the evaluation is so "distracted".

  Seeing the dire situation on the stage, Su Yu subconsciously touched his back and took a deep breath: "Fortunately, fortunately, I didn't offend the coach..."

  After finishing speaking, he suddenly remembered the time when Gong Jiuhan came to the club for the first time.

   Suddenly, Su Yu felt his scalp go numb.

  He knew that their Coach Gong had a bad temper, but this was the first time he noticed that their Coach Gong was dealing with people.

   "It looks so similar, no wonder it was recruited by the boss..."

  Unable to hold back, he muttered under his breath.

  Jun Gu seemed to smell something, and looked at him sideways: "What did you say?"

  Su Yu shook his head like a rattle: "No, I didn't say anything."

   After speaking, holding his breath and seeing Jun Gu look away and turn his face, he let out a big breath and shook his head seriously.

   Life is easy, work is easy.

  Life is not easy.

  (end of this chapter)