"Baind, tell you to practice your physical fitness more!"

"How embarrassed now!"

"I haven't seen two legs cramping at the same time. Did the third leg thrust?"

"..." Barak made up for the third leg.

"Hey, hey, hey, stop pretending, get up quickly, don't delay time." Lishe walked over quickly, thinking that Schneider was pretending to be cramping, but in fact, it was just to delay time. He bent down, reached out and grabbed Schneider's right arm, trying to pull Schneider up.

"Hey, what are you doing, he's really cramped."

Zheng Zhi put down Schneider's right leg and immediately reached out to pat Lishe's left hand.

"Don't pretend, you've been playing this trick!" Lishe didn't believe it. "Michael, stop being kind, these guys are just acting."

"Fake hinese!monkey!"

"Pooh!"

Lishe chattered endlessly, and was swearing wildly in his mouth.

Although the sound was not loud, Barack, Schneider and Zheng Zhi could all hear it clearly.

"What did you say, you have the will to say it again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Zhi rushed over.

"Hehe, calm down! Calm down!"

Fortunately, Barak was prepared for a long time, and when he heard this, he felt something was wrong. Zheng Zhi was about to rush up, so he blocked Zheng Zhi with his burly body and shook his head.

"calm!"

He pressed his hands on Zheng Zhi's shoulders, and refused to let Zheng Zhi go over half a step.

calm?

Yes, he was calm enough.

But those two sentences just now are really stupid and can’t be calm! Even after 39 years of self-cultivation, you can’t be calm!

But in this moment, he calmed down. He forced himself to suppress the rage in his heart and stared at Lishe coldly.

He was sure that this guy definitely owed a repair, but not now.

He turned his head and glanced at Barak again, and his tone softened.

"Thanks."

“Sincere.”

It's almost a bad thing...

If you get a red card, you will miss Bayern Munich in the next game.

The referee came a little late, and he didn't understand what Zheng Zhi was jumping around just now, but since he didn't do anything, he didn't say anything. He just lowered his head to ask Schneider's injury.

Schneider still had difficulty getting up, then limped and walked two steps, and then signaled that he could continue to participate in the competition. Lishe not far away vomited another spit and seemed to curse again. It seemed that he believed that Schneider was pretending just now...

Beep,

The game resumed, Nikolov's friendly kick-off passed half and handed over the ball back to Kaiserslautern. However, there was almost no time. When Schrongborg stopped the ball and was about to launch an attack, the referee blew the whistle to the end of the game.

Beep,

Beep...

Beep
Chapter completed!