Red temperature AD, I can become stronger if I take in a disciple

Chapter 41: Seven Patriarch takes action? Reverse Tiangang! Meng Chilai sprays all!
The journey back to the lounge was filled with deathly silence.

None of the five people spoke.

It's not that I don't want to, or that I'm not in the mood, but...

dare not.

Meng Chi walked in front, and even from behind, one could see a deep blush on his face.

His hurried footsteps also showed how eager he was to return to the lounge.

All of this made Meikou deeply understand what "about to explode" means.

He swallowed quietly, and a drop of cold sweat slowly seeped out from his back.

He was not afraid of being scolded by Abu and NoFe after returning to the lounge, but he was afraid of Meng Chi in his red temperature state.

Meng Chi didn't even need to speak. Just seeing this look was already more oppressive and intimidating than the previous one.

This is normal, after all, Meng Chi lost the game 7-1.

By the way, the total score is 10vs22...

At this moment, Meikou regretted very much that she had agreed to such a ridiculous thing.

"In order to let the factory manager polish Meng Chi's character, I deliberately lost the first game" or something like that.

Not only that, it also shows disrespect for the opponent and the game.

the most important is……

Who can withstand the explosive Meng Chi?
Meikou took a deep breath and could only hope that the factory manager of Meng Chi’s idol could really suppress Meng Chi as planned.

The moment he stepped into the lounge, Meng Chi spoke directly: "Why don't we control the little dragon when we have the line right in the bottom lane, hah!"

Emperor Ha's body trembled. Why did it start from him?

He opened his mouth and hesitated for only a second before Meng Chi turned his head abruptly. His eyes seemed to glow red against his complexion, and he shouted angrily, "Ha, I'm asking you! Why don't you control the dragon?"

"I, I, I..." Emperor Ha's voice trembled. He hesitated for a few times and only said, "I forgot."

"Haha." Meng Chi suddenly laughed, but this laugh could only be described as a laugh of extreme anger, "I forgot about you! How come you forgot to eat and drink water?"

"Shouldn't controlling the dragon be a natural instinct for a jungler?"

"Children and women can make mistakes, but junglers cannot."

"Ha, tell me, which of these two are you? Tell me!"

Emperor Ha stammered a few times but couldn't utter a word. The only thing he could do was to shout "Ancestor Seven, please save me!"
Ancestor Seven transforms and appears.

The factory manager's eyelids jumped, he finally understood why Abu asked him to come and take care of Meng Chi. This was too explosive. He started killing as soon as he returned to the locker room. No wonder he was not afraid of Uzi and even dared to confront Abu!
He hurriedly stopped her: "Huang, what are you doing?"

Then, the factory manager put on a serious expression: "Even if you lose the game, you shouldn't scold your teammates like that. They are your teammates, not your servants or anything else."

Hearing this, Meng Chi looked at the factory director fiercely, causing the latter's eyes to widen.

He was afraid that Meng Chi would fire at him the next moment. Fortunately, Meng Chi said slowly: "Director, you are also a jungler, you should know how beastly the 0-6-7 prince is."

The factory manager breathed a sigh of relief: "I know, but people make mistakes..."

孟池打断了他，挨个指向妹扣、小学弟、Ray：“那这三个，一个1-7、一个2-4、一个0-4，要怎么解释？”

"This one……"

The factory manager was speechless for a moment, and it was Abu who came to the rescue: "The rhythm is messed up, and once it's messed up, it's easy to die."

Meng Chi nodded: "Then why did I only die once in 7-1?" "Because my teammates protected you..."

Meng Chi could no longer bear it, so he went to the Hall of Heroes and invited the Red God of War to possess him. He opened his mouth and said, "I will protect the Bull Demon!"

"They can't even protect themselves, how can they protect me?"

"And we only fought a few waves in this game? Either we were caught dead while pushing the lane, or we were caught dead while supporting."

“This one is even more of a heavyweight!”

Meng Chi raised his hand and pointed at Meikou: "He's playing a Minotaur, like he has mad cow disease. He dared to push against the 5-0 Sword Demon on the opposite side. I suspect that the opponent is Lian÷'s father, and he also pushed forward with WQ twice in a row!"

Meikou's face turned red and white.

He pointed at his junior and said, "This student is not clean. When the opponent's mid and jungle have two APs, he has to use a b magic to wear shoes, so that the opponent's jungler will catch him and kill him every time. Ning Wang played with his stinky shoes. After all, he bought many pairs. He only had that one pair from beginning to end!"

The younger brother opened his mouth and wanted to argue, but when he saw Meng Chi's expression, he swallowed the words back.

Of course, Ray couldn't escape.

"And Ray, aren't you an expert at Gangplank?" Meng Chi looked at Ray, gritting his teeth. "You can play Gangplank, but how can you not be able to beat Gangplank? It's fine if you can't hit the barrel, but why did you walk into it? Doesn't that thing look like a bathtub? Uzi can't take four baths in one day, but you can walk into the bathtub four times in a row!"

Ray sprayed and said nothing.

There was no point in blasting like this, so Meng Chi lowered his temper a little and looked at Abu again: "Even so, you still have the nerve to say that they protected me to this point. Do you think that dying so many times is my fault?"

After taking turns to plant the grass, both Abu and the factory manager became angry.

Their original intention was to give Meng Chi a good beating, but once he opened his mouth, they didn't even have a chance to refute.

Finally, the factory manager seized the opportunity and said with anger: "This is not the reason for you to criticize your teammates. Your teammates played poorly, and you should have a good exchange and communication..."

"4396, shut up!" Meng Chi yelled, "I know when to communicate and when to scold. They can't even play the game now, so I can only scold them to wake them up, just like Abu scolded you!"

"And when have we ever won by communication? Not by discipline?"

"There are two Koreans in the team, and they are communicating!"

The factory manager was interrupted twice in a row, and the anger accumulated in his body made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

But faced with Meng Chi's words, he was speechless.

NoFe, who was standing by, watched this scene and didn't dare to say a word.

Meng Chidu debated with many scholars and scolded several veterans in the team so much that they blushed. What could he do?
You can't just say that they played badly on purpose, right?

At this moment, Meng Chi seemed to have thought of something and sneered, "Oh, I see, are you guys teaming up to trick me?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was shocked!

Meng Chi was still wondering why the system still didn't give him gold coins even though he had been scolding it so much.

There is only one possible outcome, that is, they know they are in the wrong and dare not get too angry when he scolds them like that.

The crowd's reaction undoubtedly illustrates this point.

"I was wondering why the factory director came here suddenly. Turns out this is what happened." Meng Chi smiled, sincerely.

Is there any situation that is easier to take advantage of than the current one?
How can the gold coins that are delivered to your door not explode?
He looked at Abu and the factory manager and released his ultimate move: "No wonder a man who lied about his sister's death was blasted by the entire network, and a man who was a phantom god in civil wars, slides to his knees when he sees anyone in foreign wars."

"To be able to come up with such a bad idea, it turns out that there has always been something wrong with your thinking."

"Looks like I need to wake you up!"

(End of this chapter)