Remy is feeling bad right now!

In the days he's been playing in Ligue 1 for so long, there's never been such a bad feeling today.

Fifteen minutes into the second half, he had only received one pass, and less than seven seconds after that touch, he was stabbed by the little Chinese.

Farke, Shet, when did the Chinese play football so ghostly? And this Chinese also ran to the side of the substitute team members from time to time, touching people's asses and pointing at themselves. Then those team members stared at themselves excitedly, hell, could it be that their teammates turned into in an instant?

Fake, is this Chinese a?

Well, boy, you the mighty Lorik? Mr. Remy! Remy felt compelled to give the substitutes a taste of what his 22-year-old future king of France could be.

Since you can't get the ball in the frontcourt, it's always okay for the powerful Remy to retreat a little, right? Boy, you wait.

Remy finally had a second touch of the ball in the 19th minute of the second half, he stepped on a bicycle and easily shook off the substitute's stupid big midfielder Degaard, and just wanted to pick up the speed when he found another white fat man Coke on his side.

Fake, do you want to target me like this? Remy is sure that this is the side of the substitute who is targeting himself!

Remy gritted his teeth, come on, the powerful Remy wants to teach you how to be a man.

Hey, how did this kid be shaken by himself so easily, oh no, how could there be a Chinese behind this little fat man, hell, don't take such a bully.

By the way, it must be Nikkor, it must be Nikkor who killed himself in order to stabilize his position! Although Remy didn't understand the idiom, he also came up with the general meaning of the idiom.

Once a man has such an idea, then his mind will make up all sorts of arguments that the idea requires.

Remy is one such person, who has always thought that head coach Nikkor was a bit discriminatory against him as a black player, and now, he finally has the proof he wants.

However, the quality of a professional player still made him endure it.

But there is a limit to this patience!

When Xu Xiaoxin once again suddenly came out of nowhere and grabbed from behind the big black Digad, Remy couldn't control his anger anymore.

"You damn yellow-skinned monkey, you're the manager's lackey, aren't you? Damn, Nikkle, you're going to have to give me an explanation today, what is it to adopt a yellow-skinned monkey? I have the ability to tell me directly, there is no need to do these shady tricks on the mighty Remy! Remy stood up and pushed Xu Xiaoxin's back violently, Xu Xiaoxin was about to pass the ball, but he didn't notice that Remy, who was broken by him and fell to the ground, would suddenly burst out, and he was caught off guard and came directly to eat.

The players on the field were stunned, and Nickel was stunned.

The first person to react was the big black Digade, who was not far from Xu Xiaoxin's back, and he hugged the angry Remy.

"Hey, buddy, are you trying to murder? Fake, Remy, this is my brother, if you don't want to taste my iron fist, put away your temper. "Digard has changed from blaming Xu Xiaoxin in the first half to supporting, and the feeling of playing with Xu Xiaoxin is getting better and better, just need to do it, don't worry about anything else at all, and it's not as tiring as usual to play.

Now Remy dares to be rough with such a brother who can make it easier for him to play football, which simply makes the big black man's lungs explode.

At this time, Nikl also reacted, he hurriedly came to the field, and loudly reprimanded Remy, Xu Xiaoxin's table in the second half was completely seen by him, with decent defensive skills to grab the ball, without any small movements, and without any fouls!

Did this Remy eat dynamite?

What do you mean by me explaining to him? Do I need an explanation from a team manager?

Yellow-skinned monkeys? Oh Falck, oh my god, this kid is racist! He immediately wanted to explain to Xu Xiaoxin, but found that the translator and French teacher was already standing beside Xu Xiaoxin with an angry face, saying something he didn't understand, and then Nickel saw Xu's eyes change from blank to surprised, and then to anger!

Damn it, God, have you abandoned me like that? Nikkline's legs are a little weak, Lao Tzu will not be the first manager to be sacked from Ligue 1 this season, right? Fortunately, in the afternoon, it was a closed training session, and no reporters were present. Otherwise, the whole world will know that there is infighting in Nice.

The angry Remy lost his mind a little, especially when he saw the angry gaze that the Chinese actually threw over, Remy could no longer control his anger.

"Yellow-skinned monkey, what do you look at? If you don't accept our heads-up, whoever loses will get out, do you dare? Cowardly and incompetent Chinese monkeys! ”

Wang Tao translated Remy's words as they were, and Xu Xiaoxin's heart as a would-be Frankenstein suddenly turned into anger.

"Come on, am I still afraid of you? But if you lose, I don't want you to get out, I just need you to apologize to the coach and the teammates of the whole team, and then wash the clothes of the whole team for five months, do you dare? ”

"Very well, boy, this is your death. My request is the same as yours, you just wait to wash your panties with a big stick daddy! ”

", how do you want to compete? How to go heads-up, than boxing or football? ”

Remy listened to Wang Tao's translation, and immediately felt angry, with your figure, you dare to talk to me about boxing, come on, let your powerful father Remy teach you to be a man.

"Okay, boxing is boxing, don't say that Lao Tzu bullied you! Hum! ”

Nichol's head was about to explode, things were completely out of his control, and no matter how much he yelled, the players rushed into the gym like chickens.

As the second largest tourist destination in France after Paris, the conditions of the Nice club are still excellent, and the gym has all the facilities.

Xu Xiaoxin and Remy simply put on boxing gloves and armor, and boarded the boxing ring under the leadership of the physical trainer who was pulled by the players to act as temporary referees.

The match between the two has also attracted everyone in the club, and even some good people have secretly taken out their mobile phones to prepare to film it.

For this group of players who usually have boring training, this is the best life regulator.

If it weren't for Nikkor's stern expression, a small gambling arena would have opened.

But despite this, there are people who have come forward.

"Come on, come on, those who have money will hold a money field, those who have no money will hold a personal field, the game will start immediately, buy and leave, buy and leave! China Xu 1 to 5, Remy to 0.9! Come on, come on, speed is coming! ”

"I'm betting on Remy to win, five hundred euros."

"I'm betting on Remy too! One thousand euros. ”

……

Wang Tao gritted his teeth, he rolled his eyes at this group of ghosts, and then took out his living expenses this year, close to eight thousand euros! People die and do not die for thousands of years.

"I'm betting on Xu to win, three thousand euros." Ke Xiaopang said a little reluctantly, in his opinion, this is clearly to give money to win the bet on Remy!

One is 1.72 meters, the other is 1.87 meters, and the gap between them is ......

However, both boxing and football are fraught with too much uncertainty.

Xu Xiaoxin, who has followed the old man in the family since he was a child, compares with Remy, like a flexible cheetah against a pig.

Remy was so angry that he didn't even touch the other party's figure for a minute.

What should I do? Remy wandered slightly, and then he heard a scream, and then he felt a pain in his neck and lost his instincts. It turned out that Xu Xiaoxin took advantage of the moment when Remy was distracted and panting, and slapped Remy on the back of the neck. Remy wasn't one of those professional fighters with super punching ability, and he was instantly unconscious.

I don't know how long it took for Remy to open his eyes blankly, and he found himself lying on the ground, surrounded by a group of people, and the yellow-skinned boy was grabbing his hand and pinching his thumb and forefinger in pain. It doesn't seem like he's been in a coma for long.

Fack, Remy remembered, he seemed to be knocked out. What the hell was that? Is it really Chinese Kung Fu? It turns out that there is really Chinese kung fu in the world, and Remy has always thought that it was bragging. It would be great if I could learn that kind of kung fu!

Well, the mighty Remy is willing to gamble and lose.

Remy honestly apologized to his teammates and coaches around him, and this move won everyone's applause. The grievances are clear, and this is what men who play football should have.

Wang Tao held the money in his hand and smirked. It's been sent, I've really sent it!