Dumb Please Take a Seat

  Chapter 232 ET player, Gong Jiudu

   "Hey! What do you guys mean by ET? Go down, I won't fight you, let Su Yu come up!"

  NY contestant frowned fiercely, looking very baffled by this "opponent" who suddenly appeared.

  What kind of medicine is bought in this gourd? Temporary player change?

  Let a skinny coach play? What about playing with him?

   This made him feel extremely insulted.

However-

   His eyes flicked past him lightly, Gong Jiu ignored him silently, and turned to look at the referee at the side.

   "I'll give you two minutes to contact the competition organizer," Gong Jiu silently looked at his dry eyes.

   "Hey! I'm talking to you!" This made the NY player even more annoyed.

this…

  The referee looked puzzled, turned his head to pass his gaze to the host platform above, and then looked at the crowd behind the ring. After a few staff members communicated in a low voice, they nodded to the referee below.

   "No need, I think she can play in this game." In the guest seat, Guang Moran stood in it, and when he finished speaking, his eyes fell on Gong Jiuan, and his brows raised slightly.

There is one of the rules of the competition that few people may notice: in this case, if three or more of the guests invited by the competition party agree to participate, then even if there is a difference in magnitude, this person is also eligible to participate .

   "Mo Ran, are you crazy? That's not how you watch a movie!"

  The people around him were stunned for a moment, thinking that he wanted to see ET's good show to fuel the flames, someone pulled his arm and said in a low voice.

  He didn't pay attention to it, but looked at the ring with great interest.

  Someone on the field marveled at the liveliness of the field.

   But only one of his special invites agreed to continue the game, which didn't have much impact.

  The rules clearly stipulate that there are more than three people.

  The referee looked bitter: "But..."

  Knowing what he would say, Guang Moran put his hands on the table, his eyes met Shang Gongjiu, and his lips parted slightly:

   "This is what our captain asked me to convey for her."

  …

   The huge space was quiet for a few seconds. These words were like a blockbuster, and exploded above everyone's heads with a bang.

  Guang Moran's captain...

   Besides that person, who else?

  The king who once swept almost the entire fighting circle, G.

  G God who didn't reveal any news after announcing his withdrawal.

   It is said that the K1 competition team specially sent her a bronzing invitation letter, but they did not receive any reply from her, which disappointed the people who were looking forward to meeting her.

   What she never expected was that she was also watching this game?

   "G...God G, you are here, right?"

   All of a sudden, the entire online barrage was beating this sentence frantically.

   On the field.

  Different from the turbulent waves and galloping horses that other people say is good for the surface, Gong Jiuhan put on the jacket that he took off with one hand, and stood alone in the crowd. He looked away indifferently and looked down at his toes.

  Take away the dark and unclear colors in the fundus of the eyes.

   "You mean, God G also thinks it's okay?" The referee's tongue was a little knotted, and while speaking, he couldn't stop looking at an empty seat in the guest seat.

  Under the spotlight, there is always a place that has been vacant for that person's figure for a long time.

   After a while, the referee exhaled, and said seriously: "But, the rules cannot be broken. Even so, it still doesn't work."

  Guang Moran straightened up, turned sideways, and glanced at the other invited guests, "Why, don't you think this coach Gong can play?"

  No one spoke.

  Even though Guang Moran and that person agreed to play, they didn't think so, so there was no need to stand up.

   After a long time, the referee let out a heavy breath.

  Guang Moran narrowed his eyes, a shallow smile slowly flowed from his lips, he stopped laughing, his lips closed, and was about to speak, but a voice sounded in front of him—

   "ET is played by Gong Jiuhan, is there any problem?"

  ET and the others turned around together in an instant, and all staggered their feet to get out of the way.

  Following the sound, Jun Gu walked slowly from behind the ring with a calm pace.

  The corners of her thin lips held a faint warmth, covering her whole body with an indescribable nobility. When she looked carefully, she found that the warmth was extremely far away, like looking at flowers in a fog, which was unreal.

   The final word.

   One of the specially invited guests to watch the game is Jun Gu.

   Approaching, Jun Gu stood under the ring, raised his head slightly, and through the gold-rimmed mirror frame, the referee could only feel an undeniable sense of coercion:

   "Weightweight, ET player, Gong Jiudu."

   Are you a brig in exile, imprisoned in a glass bottle by fate, break out or end up in captivity? — Lin Wenyi

  (end of this chapter)