"Hiko, the other party said that the referee blew the black whistle in this game. What do you think?"

At the post-match press conference, the reporter asked Zhang Enhua directly.

"What?"

"Black Whistle?"

Before Zhang Enhua could speak, Hao Haixi, who was sitting beside him, took the lead in stealing the conversation.

"Why is this a black whistle?"

“Too amateur.”

"Has my head grown under my butt? Just because the opponent was sent off a red card? I think it's a double standard?"

"This is a joke."

"I understand the other party's feelings of someone being hurt, but it's a black whistle, so this problem is very serious and the nature is different. You can eat randomly, but you can't talk randomly. I've experienced many dark moments over the years, and I haven't encountered any scenes, but today I don't think there is any problem with the referee's penalty."

"Although our captain made a foul, he went for the ball. The foul was an accident. I stood not far away. When the opponent fell to the ground, he sprained his right ankle, but this was not what Ling Zhenbang played."

"But what about the opponent's No. 18? He was guarding the shovel from behind, shining his shoe nails, and heading towards our captain's ankle. If this weren't a red card, what was a red card? Even if he played in the Premier League, the referee would show the red card without hesitation." Hao Haixi said a lot, and the Bazhai Mountain Spring Water Bottle he was holding his left hand was almost pinched by him. Obviously, he was quite angry at this statement.

"I advise you not to follow the trend and report on bad whistles. That is what the self-media likes, not your serious news media. Don't make amateur game cause a nationwide storm. We can't be like the self-media." When it comes to self-media, Hao Haixi looked contempt. Of course, he doesn't like self-media, because there are many self-media that criticize him every weekend, especially the weekend when Ronaldo scores goals. Nowadays, self-media has no bottom line, they only want traffic.

"But Haixi, from the other side's standpoint, your captain's foul can actually be awarded a red card, right? They mainly think that the penalty is double."

“Double standard?”

"hehe."

Hao Haixi sneered.

At this moment, his cell phone on the table suddenly rang, and the ringtone was particularly loud.

"You talk about the functional departments, how many presidents of the Football Association have been changed in one session, have they changed? Change the soup and don't change the medicine. Lippi also has reasons to say, what team do I lead, the Italian team and Juventus team, who are you? You asked me to lead. What level of Chinese football is now? There are only a few people, you Shi Ke and others are playing in the central defender. Can he play? Can he play? You can't play! Do you know if you don't have this ability? If you go on, you will lose Vietnam. After the Thai team loses Vietnam, then Myanmar, no one will lose next."

"Thank God, you don't lay a solid foundation for a game like this. Can you guarantee me that he can win such a key game in 20 or 21 years! Be pragmatic, I advise you to understand my tactical style and the concept of football first. Xiao Gao is very good at leading him. What did you do if you lose 1-5 in the UAE? Tell me how to explain it, and you don't even want to have a face."

?????

My grass,

My grass,

I grass?

What's going on?

Listening to the familiar voice on Hao Haixi's phone, everyone was stunned for a few seconds, and then laughed. Hao Haixi must have done it on purpose, so talented. I wonder if the Football Association would be angry if Hao Haixi knew that Hao Haixi would play like this...

“Haixi,”

"Your ringtone..."

Of course it is a recording of Fan Zhiyi's classic original words, and Hao Haixi used it as the ringtone.

Hao Haixi focused on the screen and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

He quickly pressed the hands-free button.

"Ji Hai,"

"I'll ask you something."

My grass? Is it Sun Jihai called? The big guys' world is indeed big guys, and any phone call is from celebrities! The reporters stretched their necks and heard what they were going to talk about, and the scene suddenly became much quieter.

"Visual, what's the matter? Let's talk about it first."

"It's just that the player is fouling the shoe stud from behind. Do you have to get a red card?"

"It must! Do you need to ask this? There is no foul, and at least you have to give a yellow card for this action. This is the worst action, and it will not be tolerated on the court. Why, you were shoveled?"

"No, how could I be shoveled? By the way, is the same in the Premier League?"

"Yes, the same is true for the Premier League, the whole world is the same. This is a must for red cards. You have played for so many years, and you still have to ask me this question?"

"That's good."

"Did you hear it? Sun Jihai agrees so much. If someone is not convinced, he will compete with Sun Jihai for the Premier League."

"Where are you? Why is it so noisy?" Sun Jihai on the other end didn't know that Hao Haixi was holding a press conference.

"I'll ask you something. Last time I went to Vietnam, how did you contact those girls?"

?????

The scene was confused and turned into a thief laugh.

What did Sun Jihai ask? A Vietnamese girl? It turns out that the two of them played together in Vietnam last time?

I'm grass!

When Hao Haixi heard this, he realized something was wrong and quickly cut off the phone.

Paralyzed, this is heard, something is going to happen...

What are you doing when you are fine? It hurts!

But the phone rang again soon. Obviously, Sun Jihai still wanted to know the answer, but he didn't know what was going on here. He couldn't get the answer, so of course he called again.

But Hao Haixi smiled awkwardly, quickly hung up again, and muted his phone and put it in his pocket.

Then he smiled awkwardly.

"Where did we just talk about?"

"Well, talk about that foul,"

"That's all that foul, right, Kuroko."

Hao Haixi patted Zhang Enhua on the shoulder and stood up.

"I'm hungry, go and have something to eat first. You can continue to chat with your media friends."

Not leaving now, when will you wait...

...

...

But in this short period of time, Hao Haixi has created three big news.

One is: Shocked! Hao Haixi’s cell phone ringtone is actually Fan Zhiyi’s classic quote.

The second is: Professional! Hao Haixi contacted Sun Jihai on the spot, and Sun Jihai answered the red card foul question.

The third article is: Important! Sun Jihai called Hao Haixi to ask for contact information about Vietnamese girls.

One by one, especially the third one, ranked first in the news list of the Emperor of the Football, and topped the list! In fact, it was not just the Emperor of the Football, Tencent Sports, Sohu Sports, and Sina Sports, which almost all flooded the screen.

Poor Hao Haixi and poor Sun Jihai, it seems that they will be discussed online for a while.

"Vietnamese girl?"

“Haha, two old ticket customers,”

"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it."

"Does these reputations be bad?"
Chapter completed!