Han Junxi thought of this and took back his mind. He smiled again: "yebing, they are near here. They will come soon."

Hearing this, Mobei put down the tablet and was about to speak.

"Coach Han?" it was Feng Nai. As soon as he stood up from his seat, his lazy strength disappeared. Instead, his black eyes were full of a sense of oppression. He wore war clothes, his legs were slender, and the corners of his mouth seemed cool.

Han Junxi smiled: "it\'s me."

Feng Nai could clearly see the undisguised ambition from his face, a hook lip, and the black fog in his eyes: "don\'t bother, she won\'t fight."

"This......" Han Junxi looked at Mo Bei.

Mo Bei looked cold and looked at him: "wait."

"Oh, good." Han Junxi didn\'t understand when bey told him to wait.

The iceberg man pulled King\'s wrist.

The two men went aside and whispered.

Han Junxi looked at Zhao sanpang in surprise.

Zhao sanpang took the man\'s neck again: "I said, old Han, you\'re rusty now, aren\'t you? Come to me, how can you just talk about the game? Come on, sit down, fat Lord, I\'ll invite you to tea!"

Han Junxi was almost out of breath, and a pair of short legs were still fluttering: "I, I don\'t, no..."

"Don\'t refuse me, old Han." Zhao sanpang loosened his strength and looked serious: "you\'ve hurt our deep friendship over the years, which will make me doubt that you\'re coming to set up a little bit tactics. How can I rest assured that little bit will fight you? Are you right?"

Han Junxi coughed twice and immediately denied: "I, I definitely don\'t have that idea!"

"Harm." Zhao sanpang sat next to him: "I\'m just kidding, old Han, what are you nervous about."

Han Junxi was guilty of being a thief and sat up straight: "I\'m not nervous, but I haven\'t breathed well."

Cat, cat, bear and Teng Hui listened and looked at each other.

It\'s really hard to breathe.

Fat man, who can get up by pressing his shoulder.

However, with such a hint, even their IQ can guess the purpose of the coach of country h coming to them this time.

What\'s more, the boss who disagreed with the game at the beginning.

The cat, the cat and the bear turned and looked at the French window.

Moby was whispering something.

Feng Nai\'s slender figure leaned back, and the cold air in his eyes seemed to disperse endlessly: "ten games 1v1, don\'t you want your hand?"

"Don\'t worry." Mo Bei lowered his eyes

Feng Nai\'s voice was faint: "what do I have to worry about? It\'s not my hand."

Mo Bei knew that he was in a mood, and he was not very deceptive. His right hand hanging on one side clenched it, loosened it, and then grabbed his sleeve: "I won\'t let my hand go wrong until I get to the finals."

Feng Nai\'s side eyes looked at the person who never had an expression on his face, and then looked at the hand holding his sleeve. It was pale and powerful. When he clicked the mouse, he could even see the capillaries on the back of his hand, and there was a cold air of ice and snow all over his body.

People who don\'t know think she is a tough rock and can\'t pierce it.

Actually

"Then bey should take good care of herself." Feng Nai pulled her hand and bumped it in the palm. "After all, this kind of hand without much meat can be broken in a fold."

With that, he lightened his eyes: "what\'s the exchange condition for you to play ten games 1v1."

Mo Bei raised his eyes and looked at him. His black eyes were very bright: "the H national team will accompany us to play three team games."