"Why?" The small table chrysanthemum is tight, I grass, 24 hours together, this kid won't be glass.

The eyes of other people are also weird, 24 hours, there is too much information contained in it.

"Why?" After Yang Biao finished speaking, he ran over and kicked twice on the thigh of the small table.

"Agree or disagree." Yang Biao asked while kicking.

The devastated Brother Dong finally couldn't stand it anymore, and nodded humiliatingly when he kicked the fifth kick, "If he really wants to force me at that time, I will fight to the death." ”

"Today's matter, if anyone speaks out and dares to tell the truth, it is against me Yang Biao, and I will definitely not let him go." After speaking, he looked around viciously.

Yang Biao came with all the resentment in his previous life, and this time the Four Nations Tournament is about his life and death, and no one will be allowed to stir up the situation.

Everyone subconsciously avoided his wolf-like fierce eyes, this person is a stunned man, a-stirring stick, he is now fame and fortune, glory and wealth are inexhaustible, accompanied by mansions, good cars and beautiful women, there is no need to fight with a neurotic.

Many international players directly defined Yang Biao as a neurotic.

The gentleman does not stand under the dangerous wall, everyone thinks about it, and feels that there is no need to stay here anymore, so they disperse in a hurry, and the small table also wants to take advantage of the chaos to leave, but is stopped by Yang Biao.

"This is my ID card, you help me open a double room, and we will live together." After speaking, he threw away his ID card.

The small table looked angry, but still succumbed to the violence and went to the front desk to check in with his ID card.

"Ah Biao, Brother Zhi is more talkative, if you do this, you will isolate yourself from the national team, you are still young and have a lot of future, this is not good for you!" Zheng Zhike was very optimistic about Yang Biao, and couldn't help but give advice.

Li Tie and the others also nodded.

"Shen Ke uses fierce medicine, and in troubled times, some things always need to be done." After saying that, he left without looking back.

The four national team bigwigs who left silence.

"Interesting, interesting!" Li Yihahaha, known as the emperor, laughed, their group of people is old, of course they know the meaning of Yang Biao's words, indeed, the national team has been bad to the root over the years, most of the players are working for their own interests, and the spiritual will to go out is a joke, and it has become a laughing stock in the world until now.

"Maybe this kid can bring a new touch." In Yang Biao, they saw a fearless momentum, there is a kind of intention who dares to stop him, he will not hesitate to destroy your domineering, this is a new generation of ball tyrants, with fists to redefine the new rules of ball tyrants.

This is a phenomenon that has never happened in the history of the world! But in the country of China, some people are really afraid of this.

"Hehehe, let's let these old guys help him too, I always think he will bring something different." Li Tie, the big brother, finally set the tone.

Xianghe training base covers an area of about 4,000 acres, lakes and mountains, mountains and rivers, the infrastructure construction is complete, according to the above notice, tomorrow morning at nine o'clock on time at the gate of the base to gather, collective appearance, then the head coach will announce the new national team list in front of the media.

After dinner, the national football friends gathered together to brag and fart, or compete with the skills of the Great Wall, or take a walk among the mountains and rivers, but no one thought of going to the gym to exercise and maintain the sensitivity of the body. This pre-competition training camp gave people an extremely casual and comfortable atmosphere, quite a kind of freehand tour, less of a sense of tension before the competition, as if everyone came to vacation in a group.

There is only one person who is extremely hard, that is, the small table, in the brightly lit base gym, the fitness facilities are complete, the environment is beautiful, through the huge transparent floor-to-ceiling glass windows, the water of the lake is crystal clear, the willows are hanging low, a gust of wind, unknown flowers fall into the lake, it is beautiful. Li Tie, Emperor Li and Zheng Zhi, and Li Weifeng were taking a walk, and suddenly they saw Yang Biao and the small table through the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

"I won't bully you, let's run for an hour first, if you can't persevere, don't blame me for being mad!" After that, start running on the treadmill.

"An hour!" The small table showed a hint of fear in his eyes, he had already been out of high-intensity exercise, and it was no problem to run intermittently for dozens of minutes, but for an hour in a row, I am afraid it was a little unbearable.

Just as he was hesitating, Yang Biao raised his hand to fight.

The little table now regrets it so much, why should I respond to the call, wouldn't it be better to stay at home and enjoy life comfortably? In this way, you will not meet this person who kills a thousand knives.

He didn't know why Yang Biao relied on him.

Seeing that Yang Biao was going to fight, he had to resign himself to his fate and began to walk on the treadmill to exercise.

Some of the people standing outside the window also gathered more and more, all quietly watching Yang Biao concoct a small table, in their minds, this is because the small table offended Yang Biao, and Yang Biao is deliberately manipulating him.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes, forty minutes, as time passed, Yang Biao adjusted the speed of the treadmill faster and faster, and the two of them ran profusely, as if they had been fished out of water.

In forty minutes, the physical strength of the small table was obviously a little unable to keep up, panting like a cow, the whole person seemed to be about to lose his breath, the waist that was originally quite straight was about to be half-shrugged, and the heavy wheezing sound could even be heard by Li Tie through the floor-to-ceiling window.

"No, Brother Biao, I really can't run, you can let me go." The small table begged for mercy from Yang Biao, who was still sweating next to him.

Yang Biao just glanced at him coldly and didn't speak.

Thinking of Yang Biao's ferocity, the small table also accepted his fate, he was really scared by Yang Biao, so he had to grit his teeth and continue to sprint, and in the last few minutes, the whole person seemed to be out of breath.

But finally finished running, and was about to come down to rest, when suddenly Yang Biao burst out with a roar, and in the last ten minutes, he sprinted, and directly increased the frequency of the treadmill by three gears.

The small table was not noticed, and it was almost thrown out by the treadmill running at high speed.

"There's more to come. Lao Tzu withdrew from the national team at most. "Even if it's a clay figure, it's three points of anger, being bullied by Yang Biao like this, the small table can't help it anymore, and wants to throw off its sleeves and stop doing it.

"If you don't listen to me during this time, I'll break your legs, and I'll do what I say, and if you don't believe it, you can give it a try." Yang Biao didn't care at all to say the threatening words, but the coldness in his words made people shudder.

At this time, the small table was not sure whether Yang Biao really dared to break his legs, the weakness hidden in his body once again dominated his thoughts, and Yang Biao's somewhat neurotic performance made him a little afraid to gamble.

"It's only half a month at most, forget it, bear with me." The small table finally gave in and gritted its teeth for the final ten-minute sprint.