Yang Biao also knows that the root of this strange phenomenon lies in the immortality of the national pig.

The leader of the working group who was sent to live broadcast this time was unfortunately Brother Biao's first black fan, Li Wu, with Li Wu's status, he was sent to be the team leader, which was completely overkill, and he used a knife to kill, in fact, the position of the team leader was applied for by him in person with the director, after being angry with a story of Yang Biao last time, it was widely spread in the domestic football world, and he also became the background of Yang Biao's limelight, and was used as a laughing stock by his peers. Li Wu, who has always been proud of his talents and looks very high, has received such a bird spirit, so he personally asked Ying, he wanted to send the bloody scene of the national pig, especially Yang Biao, to China as soon as possible, in order to vent his personal anger.

The six large banners swaying in the wind are like fireflies in the dark night, so dazzling, Li Wu also noticed it for the first time, and secretly wrote tens of thousands of likes in his heart for the genius who wrote these six couplets, after all, he is also a pen, of course he knows the gold content of these six couplets, and the writing is really too appropriate, too realistic, and it is simply tailor-made for the national football team.

"Quick, turn the camera to those six banners, I want to show the fans in China, this is really amazing."

The camera immediately transferred the live picture back to China, because it was a live broadcast, and now is a rare leisure time, so there are still a large number of people who like football choose to watch this game.

They chose to watch, not to care about the national pigs, to see if they can achieve good results and win glory for the country, but to see what interesting jokes the national pigs can bring them.

God, this is simply God.

This is really fucking talented, this must be a wonderful couplet written by a talented person who once loved the national pig, the so-called stronger the love, the deeper the hate, only people who know the national pig extremely well can hit the nail on the head, and the ugliness of the national pig can be portrayed vividly with a sword.

Suddenly, the six banners on the Internet blew a whirlwind, but also attracted many fans to join the ranks of watching, their current mentality has completely regarded the national pig as a clown, want to see where their offline is, whether it is at the bottom of the sea at a depth of hundreds of millions of meters, or directly penetrate the earth's crust and cross outer space.

The camera stayed on the six large banners for about twenty or thirty seconds, and a hint of banter flashed in Li Wu's eyes, "If you want to fight with me, you are not qualified yet." ”

"Now turn the camera back to the field and watch the appearance of the national pigs, I want the audience across the country to see their cowardice." Li Wu grasped the timing very well, and the camera cut back to the field again.

When he was walking halfway, Yang Biao suddenly said a few words to Zheng Zhi who was standing behind him and the small table in front of him, "I want to lead everyone to thank these fans who still support us." ”。

Zheng Zhi's eyes were fixed, and he walked in the direction of the fans halfway through the entrance to thank the fans, although he did not foul, but in real games, very few teams did this.

But after Yang Biao finished speaking, he had already left the team, and made a left turn to the direction of the stands where the fans with a touch of red in the blue were located, and his meaning was also passed through Zheng Zhi and the small table to everyone who came out, and everyone saw that Brother Biao had already decided to do it, so they hurriedly followed.

"Holy shit, what kind of operation is this, is this kid going to take the national pig to insult their fans in anger right now? It's a shame to throw it into Little Japan. Li Wu's face flushed, as if he had climaxed, his eyes stared at Yang Biao's movements, and the more Yang Biao died, the happier he was.

Moreover, in the history of the national pig, it is not uncommon for the mentality to be unbalanced, and only dare to sprinkle boundless anger on the field, sprinkle on the fans, anger at the fans, and even physically insult the fans.

So this time, seeing these six couplets that can be described as the blackest small material in the history of national pigs, it is strange that emotions are not out of control.

At this moment, the fans who were watching the game all over the country, and even the entire East Asia, were wide-eyed, wanting to see what the legendary national pig wanted to do.

Suddenly, the style of painting changed. The sinister smile on Li Wu's face froze, as if he had seen something impossible.

I saw Yang Biao and them holding hands, settling the caddy who led them in front of them, and then bowed to the Chinese fans who only had 23 people in the stands with great respect.

The expression was solemn, as if completing a solemn ceremony.

The fans who were ready to scold them as long as the national pigs dared to scold them, and the fans on the scene who were slammed back were a little sluggish for a while, such a painting style is not right! Is this still a national pig? When did you become so polite and so respectful to the fans?

Incredible. Is that their attitude? If they could have had such an attitude in the early years, how could they have come to this dead end today.

Many enthusiastic fans sighed.

At the 2018 World Cup in South Africa, the South Korean national team collectively apologized to the people, "I'm sorry, we couldn't make it to the round of 16," and the Japanese national team collectively apologized to the people, "I'm sorry, we couldn't make it to the quarterfinals." "And what about our national pig? In the face of the extremely disappointed fans, they took tens of millions of annual salaries, enjoyed delicious food and wine, accompanied by beautiful women, looked up at the stars on the yacht, enjoyed life, and then gently wrote on the circle of friends, "You can!" You're on! "It's just a day dog.

Yang Biao's guilt and gratitude are written on their faces, yes, although this group of fans came to insult them, but this also proves that there is at least room for the existence of national pigs in their hearts, although they are abandoned, in essence, they do not give up.

After Yang Biao bowed, he immediately turned around and returned to the right path, and walked to the middle of the court.

"Brother Hui, don't you think this year's national pig seems to be a little different than before" Zhan Jun of Guangdong Sports Channel was watching the game of the Chinese team with He Hui in the tea house, and his professional intuition, which has been in the industry for many years, felt the unusual air fluctuations for the first time.

Since the local station does not broadcast the game, and today is Wednesday, there are no other football games to be broadcast live, so Zhan Jun and He Hui are rarely idle.

"Indeed, hopefully they will bring something new to the table as well."

He Hui raised his glasses, stared at Yang Biao, and said something like a dream

"Please be right, hold the national flag on your body" At the moment when Yang Biao and the others turned around, a fan at the scene suddenly stood up and roared angrily with a loudspeaker.

All the national pigs' hearts trembled, Yang Biao looked solemn, slowly raised his left hand, and raised his thumb behind him.