Du Zonglin was a little crying and laughing all of a sudden, he had been worried about whether anyone would be unwilling to come to the bench, and he really didn't worry that the original team members would have opinions on the addition of substitutes.

Where do you want to go? How could I be so ruthless? Besides, how can I find someone as powerful as you as a teammate in a short period of time?

Under Du Zonglin's explanation and comfort, several people finally calmed down.

"Oh, I see," Cui Bowen said, "according to what the captain said, it seems that the matter of finding a replacement is quite important." ”

"Well, I think so too," Meng Lei seconded.

"Agreed!

"Agreed!" ”

After Du Zonglin explained, the attitude of these people immediately turned 180 degrees. No way? Do you want to me like this?

Without waiting for Du Zonglin to react, Cui Bowen took the lead in thinking about it: "Captain, but ordinary people, who wants to play as a substitute?" If you think about it, you may not be on the game yourself, but at the same time, you have to be on call just in case, this kind of drudgery, I'm afraid no one wants to do it. ”

"yes, yes!" Meng Lei and Cui Bowen sang and harmonized, which fully reflected the daily tacit understanding of their duo on the lower road at this time.

In fact, what they said is exactly what Du Zonglin has always been most worried about. Substitute this kind of drudgery, you can't play if you have nothing to do, you have to go up if you have something, and ordinary people really don't want to do this.

But at the same time, he had no choice, just in case, to find a substitute for such a prepared thing, they had to do it.

"That's it, let's all look for it separately these days, and the level of substitutes doesn't need to be too high, just about platinum." Du Zonglin instructed in the group, he believes that lowering the standard of the level of the players may be the best way to increase the chances of finding a substitute.

After several people agreed, they were directly disbanded on the spot.

That night, Du Zonglin and Lin Wanqing made an appointment to go to the restaurant for dinner together after finishing all the classes in the afternoon. The natural feeling of the two standing together now is already more than before, and they feel that they are a real couple.

After coming to the restaurant, Lin Wanqing proposed to go to the second floor to eat braised chicken in the school cafeteria.

When they arrived at the window selling yellow stewed chicken, the two saw that there was already a long queue in front of them. So the two decided that Lin Wanqing would line up here, and Du Zonglin would take advantage of this effort to buy something to drink and come back.

"Aren't you alright?" After a while, Du Zonglin came back with a cup of milk tea, but there were still two people waiting in front of Lin Wanqing at this time.

"It's going to be soon, I didn't expect there to be so many people today." Lin Wanqing muttered.

"No way, then we'll have to wait." Du Zonglin looked at Lin Wanqing with a smile.

Lin Wanqing looked at Du Zonglin and found that he only had a cup of milk tea in his hand, and his other hand was empty, so she asked, "Why did you only buy one cup?" ”

Du Zonglin said unconsciously: "This is too sweet, I don't like to drink it much, why don't we have a drink?" ”

Please, where is this milk tea as sweet as the two of you are now?

This scene was seen by the people in the back row, and it was simply sour. What iniquity have I had? Do you have to eat this kind of dog food when you are queuing for a meal? Forget it, no more rows!

Originally, there were two girls behind Du Zonglin and them, but after they saw Du Zonglin and Lin Wanqing showing their affection so much, they couldn't stand it and turned away.

Du Zonglin didn't know when he learned the skill of showing affection. Maybe it's on TV? Read in the novel? Watching others become self-taught? He didn't know it himself, but he only knew that he could naturally manifest these things now, and he didn't need to deliberately disguise them at all.

After a while, it was finally the turn of the two of them.

"Come on, girl, be careful, or let your boyfriend take it." The cafeteria aunt at the dinner window is also very good at things, seeing a man standing next to Lin Wanqing, don't think about it, these eight achievements are her boyfriend.

Lin Wanqing's face blushed slightly, and after being said by her aunt, she looked at Du Zonglin embarrassedly.

"It's okay, Auntie is right, I'll come." So, Du Zonglin handed the milk tea to Lin Wanqing, and he took the casserole from his aunt's hand.

"Be careful." Lin Wanqing whispered worriedly.

Because he can only take one copy at a time, Du Zonglin plans to return Lin Wanqing's copy to his seat first, and then come back to get his own. But halfway through, he was added to the bad words of unknown passers-by, which made him very unpleasant.

Moreover, this person doesn't seem to be coming for himself, but for Lin Wanqing beside him. This made him even more unbearable.

Du Zonglin was walking with a casserole, and Lin Wanqing was also on the side, but only halfway through the road, Du Zonglin suddenly heard someone in the crowd in the queue: "Yo, isn't this Lin Wanqing?" Why, I don't look down on the vice chairman, but I like the rich second generation? ”

As soon as these words came out, Du Zonglin instantly became angry. Because it was a public place, there were a lot of people around who heard it. And when this person spoke, he was facing himself, and there was no one else next to him except Lin Wanqing. So, everyone knew all of a sudden who this Lin Wanqing was.

"There are melons to eat, there are melons to eat." The people in line on the side said silently in their hearts.

Du Zonglin turned his eyes and found that it was a man with glasses who was about 1.8 meters tall and wearing a plaid shirt. Don't say anything else, when he said this to him, Du Zonglin looked like beating him up.

"Forget it, let him say go." Lin Wanqing looked at the man with glasses with an indifferent face, in fact, she didn't care about this kind of thing. And to be precise, from the first time she saw Du Zonglin's usual clothes, usually driving a supercar, and liking him, she was ready for someone to say this about herself at any time.

The corners of Du Zonglin's mouth turned up, stopped his pace of progress, and turned around to glance at the man. Now, Lin Wanqing on the side looks like she first met Du Zonglin, and has become an expressionless cold goddess.

She knows that the best way to deal with gossip is to let it go by. So, she didn't want to cause trouble, so she carefully tugged at the corner of Du Zonglin's clothes and motioned him to hurry up. Lin Wanqing whispered in Du Zonglin's ear: "Ignore him." ”

After Du Zonglin obeyed, he really took the casserole in his hand and continued to walk forward.

At this time, gossip abounded next to him, and everyone began to discuss whether Lin Wanqing was as unbearable as the glasses man said.

Seeing Lin Wanqing's high-minded, cold and arrogant appearance, this made them associate her with the uncontrollable of ordinary people.

"Also, goddesses are generally rich second-generation things, and ordinary people only have a long-distance view, how can ordinary people like us surround the top?" Seeing that Du Zonglin didn't move, the glasses man said more and more excessively, and even some strangers next to him kindly reminded him at this time that he should be forgiving and forgiving.

Du Zonglin found a closer position and put the casserole down, then turned around and prepared to go back. Lin Wanqing was a little uneasy, because she didn't know whether Du Zonglin was going back to repair that bastard or going back to serve the casserole. For safety reasons, Lin Wanqing put down the milk tea in her hand and decided to go with him.

"Hmph, coward. I think you'll be able to get this kind of woman into bed with a few stinky bills. Just as the man with glasses was thinking like this in his heart, he didn't know when Du Zonglin suddenly turned back and dragged himself out of the crowd from behind.

"Come, repeat what you just said." Du Zonglin tugged at his collar and said.

His tone was not so fierce, but rather very flat and calm.

"Forget it, forget it, you let go of your hand, let go!" Lin Wanqing wanted to pull Du Zonglin's fist away, but she found that Du Zonglin's strength was much greater than she imagined, and she couldn't pull it away with her own strength.

At this time, there were more and more onlookers on the sidelines.