God please lie down

Chapter 212
Luo Yan didn't waste much time on this matter. Earlier, he felt that Yu Cheng had a little secret of his own. Of course, he never said it, and no one else knew about it.

Luo Yan doesn't have that many thoughts about other people's affairs.

But what was rare was that Yu Cheng was able to chat with Xiao Muchen.

This is really strange, but Yu Cheng does things, and under normal circumstances, he rarely says those words.

Xiao Muchen talked with Yu Cheng for a while, and then continued to do his own thing.

In the morning, free training, do whatever you want.

For an excellent player like Xiao Muchen, technique and awareness are a win-win situation.

Most people seldom have any other thoughts. He is the kind of person who is very quiet, except during the game.

Xiao Muchen was always fierce on the field.

When Jiuhen came down, he brought Xiao Muchen a glass of milk.

"Drink more, six walnuts."

"..."

The expression on Xiao Muchen's face was very strange, is Jiuhen saying in disguise that he doesn't have enough brains?
In Xiao Muchen's eyes, there is only this thought.

At other times, he really didn't think of anything, but in the current situation, it seems that he hasn't been given any chance at all.

"Have time?"

Xiao Muchen glanced at Jiuhen, and asked casually.

"Nothing."

"Let's fight one-on-one, I'll practice one."

Jiu Hen didn't think too much about it at the time, and then the two of them chose Mo Xie, the go-getter by coincidence.

The reason why Jiu Hen chooses is that this is the hero he is good at, the hero of his life.

And the reason why Xiao Muchen chose this hero is because he is good at Jiu Hen.

As a result, Jiu Hen lost as a matter of course.

This is a bit embarrassing.

Although Xiao Muchen is said to be very strong, this is a bit too much.

Jiu Hen threw the phone aside, stared at Xiao Muchen, "Tell me, the reason."

Xiao Muchen's body seemed to be covered with destiny.

His big move, those four swords, hit all of them as if glued to his eyes.

As for the reason, who knows.

Jiuhen lost, and he lost so unwillingly.

Xiao Muchen didn't even lift his head, played with his phone for a while, and said lightly, "Six walnuts."

Jiuhen is crazy, just a glass of milk, the co-author must be thinking too much.

He thought too much and let it go, and put it into practice, took his natal hero and abused him.

He really couldn't swallow this breath.

This result, he does not accept.

"It's nothing, it's just for you to practice your hands."

Xiao Muchen's words were flat, and Jiu Hen almost strangled him to death.

"I really want to kill you."

"You are a real person, why are you so stingy."

"Didn't I just give you a bottle of milk? What about you? I've been friends with you for so many years, can't it be better than milk?"

Jiu Hen talked for a long time, but Xiao Muchen put on the headphones directly and went to listen to the music.

Everyone in the training room watched Jiu Hen scurrying around on the ground like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Yu Cheng didn't dare to talk to him at all, so he wouldn't say that he was abused by Xiao Muchen just now.

Saying this sentence is simply cruel to oneself.

They knew that Xiao Muchen was strong, but they couldn't find any adjectives for how strong he was.

He never thought that it would be such a situation.

Looking at Yu Cheng's sympathetic gaze, Jiu Hen didn't know how to describe it.

(End of this chapter)