This big fat paper is the most talented person in the history of Chinese football, there is no one, his talent is at its peak, even the now red and purple Ronaldo can only give him shoes.

The five major coaches in the football world, the evil in the east and the poison in the west, the magic power in the southern emperor and the northern beggars, the midfielder blowing the plane Ferguson old lord has dominated the football world for decades, and the players who have passed through his hands are like carp crossing the river, countless, but only think that his talent can even rank in the top ten in history.

I want to see how strong he is, Yang Biao subconsciously used the system to click on the big fat data.

Name: Small table

Nationality: Chinese

Height: 185 cm, 95 kg

Speed: 100m dribble sprint 14.8 seconds,

Agility: 78 points, out of 100 points

Staying in the air: 81 points, out of 100 points

Dribbling ability: 76 points out of 100 points

Foot strength: 75 points, 100 points overall

Smell in front of the door: 90 points, 100 points overall

Equipoise: 84

Honors: None

Overall evaluation: 79 points, C-level player, unlimited potential, great future.

Damn, fat into such a flying pig, the comprehensive assessment is still 79 points, especially some talents have even reached the level of B-level or even A-level stars, people with such talent, as long as they work a little hard, at least they are a good player in the B-level, generally such a player, at least can leave a dazzling result in world football, but he unexpectedly, unexpectedly, unexpectedly, Yang Biao can't think of adjectives.

Ronaldo, who entered Manchester United at the same time as him and was still his younger brother, had already won the Ballon d'Or in 2008 and led Manchester United to win the Champions League.

"Trigger the action to save the small table of the flying pig, help Dong Fang table to cash in on his talent, at least reach a comprehensive assessment of more than 85 points, successfully reward one-fifth of the physical talent of the small table, and deduct 15 points from the comprehensive assessment if it fails."

The prompt sound of the system made Yang Biao's anger like adding fuel to the fire, burning violently, his fists were clenched, and his green tendons were violent, especially the murderous aura emanating from his body, which made people tremble.

"This man is a powder keg that could explode at any moment." The national football team that watched the excitement subconsciously had this reaction.

The small table was also blinded, and I didn't expect Yang Biao's reaction to be so big, as if he was going to eat him.

But after all, he is also a person who has seen the scene, at first he just felt that a small Chinese player had so much attention, and was even marked as the future hope of Chinese football, and he had been pinned on the same hope in the past, but he had failed, and there was a sense of disbelief in his heart, wanting to suppress Yang Biao's limelight and let him know that he was just a role in carrying shoes here.

At this time, it was already difficult to ride a tiger, and the surrounding national team players were watching, and if they retreated, they would definitely be laughed at and generous, so they could only bite the bullet.

"You are a small player in the middle league, dare to say that it is the future, are you not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue?" The small table straightened its chest.

"Smack!" There was a loud bang, and a large five-finger print suddenly flashed on the face of the small table.

The head was also groggy from this slap.

Silence, all the players in the audience were stunned, no one could have imagined that Yang Biao would dare to make a move, and it was a merciless slap, but where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and there are many people in the national team who look at Yang Biao unpleasantly, and there are also many people who feel disgusted when they look at the small table, intrigues, and factions.

Everyone wanted to watch quietly and watch the conflict between the two people.

"Dog eats dog, bite him to death quickly, it's better to cripple both of them, so that I have two less competitors to play." Some players are even reciting incantations maliciously.

The small table that reacted was like a cat that had been stepped on by its tail, and jumped up violently, "Boy, you dare to hit me." ”

"Brother Biao is the one who hits you!" Yang Biao mercilessly slapped it over again.

"Smack!" This time, Dong Fang's table was not only swollen on the left side of his face, but also blue on the right side of his face, and the whole person was like a boiled, red pig's head.

Suffering from this great humiliation, he slammed a left hook towards Yang Biao's head.

A trace of contempt flashed in Yang Biao's eyes, his steps were frivolous, and his eyes were blue, it seemed that he didn't do piston exercises last night. Yang Biao quickly moved back, dodged his punch, and then a whip leg slammed into his thigh.

Fast as lightning, a gust of wind blew, and the sound of feet touching the thigh muscles made people's scalps tingle.

The small table let out a scream like a pig, and the huge pain made his head short-circuit instantly, and his face suddenly turned pale, and he had to squat down.

"Even a waste material like you, you dare to do something with Brother Biao, I don't know whether to live or die." After saying that, Yang Biao had an eagle claw, as fast as lightning, and directly grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

Seeing that things seemed to be a bit big, the people who were very close to Dong Fang's table hurriedly came over to persuade them.

"I see who the dares to come here." Yang Biao's momentum rose up, the whole image of hob meat, plus these people have also heard of his proud record of single-handedly fighting 5 bulls and horses at Shanghai Airport, and seeing his posture of killing Dong Fang's table cleanly just now, he was intimidated by the ferocity in his tone for a while, and he didn't dare to move forward.

The rest of the personnel are not concerned with themselves, let alone wading into this muddy water.

Li Tie's faces were gloomy, as if they were thinking about something.

Zheng Zhi, who thought he was closest to Yang Biao, wanted to step forward, but was pulled by Li Yi. Li Yi shook his head imperceptibly, and from the eyes of several bigwigs, a thought flashed in Zheng Zhi's heart.

At this time, Dong Fang's desk was held in his throat, it was difficult to breathe, his face was flushed, and his two hands desperately wanted to pull Yang Biao's hand away, and the 185 Dong Fang table was held by Yang Biao's neck with one hand, giving people a huge visual impact.

And looking at his cold eyes without the slightest emotion, like a beast, everyone subconsciously came up with a thought, "This bastard boy won't want to kill the small table, although the possibility of this is very small, but sometimes impulse is the devil, maybe this kid has an impulse, and he really did it."

"Convincing or not." The sound seemed to come from the Shura Hell, with a strong smell of death, and all the ferocious aura from the mission in the previous life burned and exploded. Do not approach the living.

The small table still wanted to resist, but the head that had gradually become deprived of oxygen told him that time waited for no one, and subconsciously shouted, "Serve!" ”

"Since I have served, I will be your brother Biao in the future, and I will cover you." After speaking, he shook his big hand, threw the small table on the ground, and clapped his hands casually, as if he was afraid that he would stain his hands.

From today until the end of the game, you will be with me 24 hours a day.

The small table that had been out of control wanted to object, but was glared at by Yang Biao's ruthless eyes like killing pigs, and he didn't dare to speak.

"This kid doesn't play cards according to common sense at all, and his combat effectiveness is terrifying."

The so-called barefoot is not afraid of wearing shoes, the fierce is afraid of the Leng, and the Leng's is afraid of dying, and Yang Biao is such a kind of unreasonable and lifeless image, everyone defined him as a character who cannot be provoked for the first time.

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