Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kung Fu

Su Yue blinked towards Ye Chen.

"Ye Chen, if the person in charge of the Huaxia National Football Association stands in front of you, what do you want to say to him at this moment?"

Boy!

That's a great question!

Su Yue was on a flight from the imperial capital to Milan.

I pondered all the way.

After arriving in Milan.

What question should I ask Ye Chen?

She expected that Ye Chen's press conference would be flooded with many media reporters.

Even if I get the opportunity to ask questions.

There is also at most only one question of time.

Su Yue thought of the domestic fans, the anger of the Football Association, and the official website and Weibo of the Football Association that were washed away.

Fans are disappointed in the Football Association: such an excellent player was banned by the Football Association, what is the reason!

So Su Yue plucked up the courage and asked this soul torture question in front of Ye Chen and many media!

Ye Chen was stunned.

Football association?

What a harsh word!

Not only does it sound harsh.

It smells more like Xiang!

Ye Chen frowned.

Because Su Yue asked questions in Chinese.

Other reporters present did not know what question she was asking.

Just looking at Ye Chen holding his hands in front of his chest and thinking seriously, he instinctively felt that this must be a question worth pondering.

Fortunately, among the many journalists present, one graduated from the Chinese Department of the University of Milan.

He understood Su Yue's question and volunteered to help the reporters at the scene translate the question.

"This girl asked Ye, what did he want to say to the leader of their country's football association?"

Everyone suddenly realized.

That's how it is!

These journalists don't usually pay attention to Chinese football.

After all, in their eyes, this eastern country is a football desert, and there are no football events worth paying attention to.

Naturally, he didn't know about Ye Chen's banning by the Football Association.

The reporters waited for a long time, and did not see Ye Chen answer.

They all whispered.

"It seems that Ye must have very deep feelings for their national football association, and he is probably searching for some words of gratitude in his mind and trying to organize the language."

"Yes, although I don't pay attention to Chinese football, but when I was at the 2008 Huaxia Olympics, I went to the scene to report that those divers and gymnasts of Huaxia country, after winning the gold medal, the first thank you was their parent organization, I estimated, Ye Chen's mood at the moment is the same."

"Hahaha, their football association must have taken off with joy, such a talented teenager, if Italy can produce such a young talent, our football association will be happy!"

"But isn't it, every country's football association is for the players, can you not be happy to see your own children grow up!"

"Ye hasn't spoken yet, he must be very excited at the moment, it is estimated that he was asked by this female reporter in his heart..." Ye

Chen's mind was in chaos.

He struggled to control his emotions.

Su Yue's question suddenly brought his thoughts back to the East Asian Youth Competition.

Neon Nation players' goalline stepping on the ball provocatively celebrates....

Fight back on your own, fly the goal line to save the ball...

Brawl between the two sides....

In the Shaolin Temple, boring meditation....

On the TV in the dormitory, I saw the announcement that the Football Association would permanently kick himself out of the national team....

Also, when descending the mountain, the Shaolin abbot encouraged himself....

This scene is a scene.

Like a movie played backwards, it flashed in Ye Chen's mind.

A stream of qi and blood rushed towards Ye Chen's brain!

He only felt that the skin on his whole body tightened instantly.

People also rubbed the ground and sat up straight!

The palm that was originally flat on the table of the press conference clicked and clenched into a clenched fist!

Clenched fists, lifted off the table, in a suspended posture.

Ye Chen slowly raised his head.

His eyes were covered with coarse bloodshots!

This bloodshot is like a meridian beating, and it will burst at any time!

That kind and smiling face disappeared.

In its place, a gloomy and angry face!

This sudden change caught Su Yue off guard.

She was shocked by Ye Chen's aura and was so frightened that she hurriedly took three steps back.

Ye Chen's whole body, the overflowing qi and blood, spread throughout the press conference site.

Even if it's a reporter sitting in the last row.

You can also feel the strong tension at the scene.

In the air, there was an indescribable sense of restlessness.

This is Shaolin Kung Fu, the aura brought to Ye Chen!

"Ye, what's wrong with you?"

Inter coach Antonio Conte, sitting next to him, looked at his disciple with a surprised expression.

Ye Chen's state really scared him.

Inter general manager Marotta was also scratching his head.

He also did not know about the dispute between Ye Chen and the Football Association.

But seeing Ye Chen's angry look, the sensitivity of professional football managers made him instinctively feel that there must be something wrong with this.

"Ye, drink some water."

Marotta quickly got up, handed over a bottle of water, and bent down to look at Ye Chen with concern.

Ye Chen took the water.

Forced to endure the anger in his heart, Gollum is a mouthful.

This mouthful of ice water rushed into the stomach.

It's like a spring rushing toward the hot magma!

Boom, Ye Chen's internal organs were instantly boiled!

"Beat him up!"

Ye Chen blurted out!

In his mind, he instinctively remembered these words that the Shaolin abbot said to himself when he went down the mountain.

Su Yue: "??? "

Beat him up!"

Ye Chen's evil fire surged between his internal organs.

The top anger towards the football association made him care about the elegance of his words.

"You just said that if the head of the Football Association stands in front of you," Su Yue's slender body was oppressed by Ye Chen's aura, "You want to beat him?"

Ye Chen nodded fiercely!

"Let me tell you so, if the head of the Football Association stands in front of me, I will pick up a football, use the power of the shot that hit Roma in the last round, and kick him in the head!"

Ye Chen's clenched fist slammed on the table!

He hates it!

I hate the Football Association so much in my heart!

It's not exactly a matter of being banned.

Over the years, Huaxia football has been getting worse every year, and it has finally been sparse.

The Football Association is a great achievement!

Every Chinese person who loves football, who does not hate the Football Association, hates to the point of gritting his teeth!

If the person in charge of the football association, really as Su Yue said, would stand in front of Ye Chen now.

Ye Chen will definitely use his powerful Vajra legs to kick his head!

Scene.

Everyone looked at each other.

All of them were confused by the second monk.

Except for Su Yue, and Ye Chen himself.

No one figured out why Ye Chen suddenly became angry!

Until the reporter who would Chinese stood up

and said, "Ye just said that he was going to beat up the people of their football association and kick him in the head!"

Reporters: "???

Conte: "???

Marotta: "..." There

was silence.

Only hearing the electronic sound of the camera dropping

, Su Yue broke the silence.

Her eyes flashed with determination, and she walked in front of Ye Chen.

"Ye Chen, you play well in Europe, don't think about anything, every goal you score, is a slap on the face of the Football Association!"

"When you win the Serie A championship one day, without your hand, the domestic fans will definitely personally block the door of the football association and beat him!"