Chapter 895 It’s Okay, Yuanyuan’s Luck in Drawing Lots Is only Slightly Worse than Mine

Several people from Ren Ping's team were sitting at the table next to them.

They were all hard-blooded men, but they were poisoned by the people from the Kangaroo Kingdom and lost the game in the end, which made them feel very uncomfortable.

Suddenly hearing Feng Qing mocking Ren Ping so lightly, one of them suddenly exploded!

Not only did he jump up, he also picked up a bowl of green goo at hand.

In the past few days, I have been eating the food provided by Jiang Tianshuo. Because I was eliminated, my requirements for food are not high. I ate it out of curiosity, but felt that it was not to the taste, so I simply used it as a weapon.

When Feng Qing heard the sound, he kicked off his chair and was about to get up. At this time, the bowl of green goo was already facing him.

Zhong Yuan frowned slightly when he saw this.

Without any instructions, Ye Zhen had already jumped out from under his feet. The tentacles attacked and stood firmly in front of Feng Qing!

All the paste was splashed on the black shadow servant.

Then, like a black plastic bag, the shadow servant wrapped up the sticky food and silently retreated to Zhong Yuan's feet.

When he returned to his shadow state, there were no stains on the ground, as if nothing had happened.

Everyone was surprised.

As expected of Zhong Yuan! What a quick response!

A must!

It's not always possible for Mr. Bashi to block that bowl of dirty ghosts himself.

Zhong Yuan looked at the guy who started the trouble and said expressionlessly, "Yu Guanglei, do you want to beat our captain?"

This guy named Yu Guanglei is a poor man who was completely defeated by the spirit of chivalry.

All his good abilities were wasted, and they were not used at all. He takes a lot of responsibility for losing the game.

Yu Guanglei was dissatisfied with Feng Qing, but did not dare to get angry with Zhong Yuan.

After all, Zhong Yuan is too strong, and the results he has achieved so far in the battle are obvious to all, and it is impossible not to accept it.

However, Feng Qing has a bad attitude and is sarcastic towards Ren Ping. Is this right?

Yu Guanglei looked at Jiang Buyou and said angrily, "Commander Jiang, it's up to you to judge. Feng Qing's attitude doesn't treat us as partners of a representative team at all!"

Jiang Buyou's eyelids twitched.

You kid doesn't understand Feng Qing.

Don't say it's you. I'm on the same team as him, and he doesn't take me seriously.

The pride and conceit of the Academy of Sciences was engraved in Feng Qing's bones. In his eyes, only Zhong Yuan is a companion. . .

Jiang Buyou quietly turned on his rational knowledge and said to Feng Qing, "Feng Qing, Team Ren Ping has done their best, why do you need to be sarcastic to them?"

Feng Qing was not affected at all, and spoke disapprovingly, "Really? This is just the loser's excessive self-awareness. I just want to say that the third child was dragged down by a group of wastes and was unable to exert his full strength."

"I grew up in the Jiuxu courtyard, and I have never seen the third child depressed. Why, can't you even say anything? A group of old men are so glass-hearted that they can't even hear bad words?"

In fact, that's true.

As a member of the national team, the structure should be larger and the mind should be broader.

Depend on!

Feng Qing failed the first one!

Yu Guanglei and several other teammates in the team were hit by the vicious words until their faces turned red and they were unable to say a word.

Feng Qing is so unlikeable. He couldn't be comforted a little bit...

Zhong Yuan looked at them and said seriously, "Can comfort make you stronger? Can it help you defeat Balenze's team? If it can, I will make arrangements for you immediately."

The answer is, of course, no.

No matter how many times they play, the current lineup of Ren Ping's team does not have the ability to defeat Balenze's team.

Yu Guanglei's eyes were red, and he yelled at Zhong Yuan, "What should I do if I can't win? I can't win even if I die! What do you want me to do!!!"

A human being with limits gave a helpless cry.

Although the game was over, he still did not get rid of the powerlessness and despair when facing a powerful enemy.

Zhong Yuan was slightly startled, not knowing how to answer.

At this time, Feng Qing frowned and said angrily, "Are you sick? You lost the game, why are you yelling at Yuanyuan?!"

"What should we do? Mortals just need to cheer for us in the audience. We will win the championship that you can't win."

Yu Guanglei's heart trembled, he looked at Jiang Buyou and said hoarsely, "Commander Jiang, can you do it?"

Jiang Buyou said in a deep voice, "Do your best and live up to your mission."

As expected of a commander, he is highly respected, well-educated, and speaks well. In just eight words, he completed a good psychological counseling session.

Yu Guanglei suddenly felt better and said to Feng Qing, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be angry with you. You're right! It's because we are too useless and held back the third seat! If we hadn't been able to stop it , the third seat cannot be defeated.”

"So Feng Qing, do you dare to bet? If you don't win the championship, you will be a dog!"

This bet is somewhat personal.

Feng Qing said proudly, "Let's bet. In the name of captain, I declare that if our team does not win the championship, except Yuan Yuan, everyone will be a dog."

"…………"

"…………"

Zhong Yuan said speechlessly, "Why did you pick me out alone?"

Feng Qing said matter-of-factly, "We can only lose if you don't fight, so I'll take you out."

"oh."

The little internal strife in the cafeteria was resolved in this way.

When they arrived at the Colosseum, some loudmouth leaked the news, and what happened in the cafeteria reached Ren Ping's ears.

He angrily scolded the team members, and then ran to apologize to Feng Qing himself.

By the way, let’s discuss it. Would it be better to let the son of China’s luck draw lots?

However, just when he was about to mention this, he suddenly heard Zhong Yuan say, "Third brother, I'll go to draw today."

Ren Ping was overjoyed.

Anyway, as long as it's not Feng Qing, it's acceptable!

The matter was decided, and Zhong Yuan went to the lottery table.

In the lounge, Feng Qing touched his chin and said with a smile, "It's okay, Yuan Yuan's luck in drawing lots is only a little worse than mine, and the opponent he draws is not much weaker."

Fuck!

The people in Ren Ping's team glared at him.

Feng·Unlucky·Qing, don't be such a badass! It's not good for you to draw a strong enemy!

Who said there's no benefit? Didn't Yuan Yuan record all kinds of new abilities?

Feng Qing was too lazy to argue with them.

When Zhong Yuan arrived at the lottery table, many representatives of the national team had gathered there and were queuing up.

Seeing Zhong Yuan coming, most people looked daunted, and some people had curiosity and surprise in their eyes.

Suddenly, a foreigner in the front row gave up half of his position and waved to Zhong Yuan.

"Yuan, why are you standing at the back? Come over and cut in line."

Ah? ? ?

At this moment, Zhong Yuan began to think, should he call him Lao Daddy or Lao Mommy...

Neither is appropriate, just call him by his first name.

Zhong Yuan walked forward and said, "Mr. Barenze, hello!"

Simon looked at Zhong Yuan with a smile, as if he was looking at his own son, and said, "Why are you so formal? Just call me Simon."