After a long time, Xiang Fei's voice finally broke the dead silence of this space, but it was a meaningless sentence. When he realized that Zhang Zhongwen was looking at him with a puzzled expression, he just smiled, raised his head and drank again.
After a few sips of wine, I didn't stop until the bottle suddenly bottomed out.
He threw the wine bottle next to the phone, looked at his slender reflection on the dark green bottle, sighed and said: "Huh... two years! Two years ago, Lu Daoheng left the bloody battle, and Liu Jiangqing left
After leaving Mingyue Pavilion, my Infernal Team also disbanded. Only you, Brother Zhang, are doing the commentary in front of the camera. Now two years later, Lu Daoheng is dead, Liu Jiangqing has become an Internet cafe player who engages in black boxes, and
I have become a good-for-nothing dad. Only you, haha~ you are an awesome commentator. Brother Zhang, you are the winner in life, the most awesome boss in the fierce battle!"
"Hahahaha..." Zhang Zhongwen couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and nodded frequently in agreement: "That's right, that's right, hey... what you said is so right! For five thousand years, China has been living.
Those who have been commenting on historical heroes for the longest time are those who have not lived long enough to be qualified to judge them. So being a commentator can live a long life and be successful. Brother Xiang Fei, do you want to continue to follow you?
Brother Zhang is messing around?"
"Ha... I don't practice enough, but I have written this sentence down. If there is another chance in the future, I will definitely come to Brother Zhang to bet on the Golden Arches." Xiang Fei finally relaxed a little and smiled at Zhang Zhongwen.
Laughed.
Zhang Zhongwen was about to want to bet on your sister's golden arches when he suddenly noticed a green dot on his phone, which was a WeChat message prompt. He touched the screen at random, and the name of the NFL Organizing Committee was clearly written on the abstract. He thought it was
He quickly clicked on the information about Xiang Fei, but saw news that shocked him even more.
NFL Tournament Organizing Committee: Zhuang Ning has a physical condition and is temporarily staying at the No. 1 Hospital in City X. The media department cooperated with the manager of the Fengjianxiao team to suppress the news and wait for the diagnosis to come out before meeting to decide on the Fengjianxiao schedule.
After Zhang Zhongwen saw this news, he couldn't help but look at Xiang Fei, who was sitting there silently. As a member of the event organizing committee, he should not tell this news to outsiders, but he still felt that Xiang Fei had the right to do so.
I know. Even though this guy is a commentator who only joined in the playoffs, he has not yet broken his contract with the organizing committee. Until this moment, he still has the status of commentator here.
Pretending to be calm, he picked up the thermos cup from the table and stuffed it into the huge pocket of his coat. Then he stood up slowly and walked out. He walked around Xiang Fei and came to the door of the lounge. He lowered his head and whispered softly.
He said: "Zhuang Ning is admitted to the No. 1 Hospital in City X. If you are not in a hurry to return to City G, go and see her tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, Xiang Fei's eyes suddenly flashed with surprise. He turned around and was about to ask him, but found that Zhang Zhongwen was no longer behind him, leaving only the ajar door behind him.
The twelve Mingyue Pavilion players were sitting in a private room of a barbecue restaurant. There were many people, so they were divided into three tables on the left, middle and right. Four people per table, and each table had an oven embedded in the table body.
It was filled with meat skewers and vegetables, and the red smokeless carbon blocks under the barbecue net were almost invisible.
Competitive athletes are not allowed to drink or smoke because it will affect their health. Therefore, there are colorful drinks on each table. Yogurt, orange juice, Wanglao Ji and mineral water are all available. The bottles and cans on the shelves next to them are arranged like a supermarket.
The drinks shelves are the same, ready to refill the glasses for the players at any time.
The time waiting for the meat to be roasted always seemed a bit long, so everyone started chatting, and the topic of conversation the most was none other than Lin Yuanzhi, who was so arrogant in the national live broadcast today.
"Hey, I've been playing in the team with Ergouzi for two years, and for the first time I think he's quite photogenic. Did you see that close-up at the end? His face is really upright, isn't it? He's not inferior to that little idol at all!
"The reserve member of the team snapped his fingers at Lin Zhiyuan and said with a smile.
"Tch, I should be the most photogenic person in our team, but I ended up being used as a background for him. It's such a pity." Changqiang Bi Zheng raised his eyebrows, "But our Mingyue Pavilion is not bad at all.
If we can no longer compete in competitive sports, Lao Tong can just lead us to start a boy idol group. It will definitely be as popular as it is now."
"With your tone-deaf look, it's better to leave a way for Brother Tong to survive, lest someone send him a razor blade." Ji Yunhai, a soldier sitting next to him, turned over the meat on the baking sheet and said something interesting.
Complaints about critical hit effects.
"Who is tone deaf? I can sing in KTV and you will love it! I can control the high and low notes easily. If you don't believe me, I will sing for you now." Bi Zheng rolled up his sleeves and took out his mobile phone to prepare.
Find the accompaniment for that song.
"Stop, stop, stop, your singing is your ultimate AOE move. You won't love me even if you die, but you will die if you listen to it. Today's protagonist is our second son, so you'd better be in the background with peace of mind!"
Su Nan, a player using Swordsman Xiwei, quickly stopped Bi Zheng's impromptu performance, then picked up the phone and walked to Lin Yuanzhi with a smirk on his face. The layered granny gray hair on his head and the earrings of different shapes on his ears were brightly lit.
It sparkled under the bright light, and he looked like a hip-hop singer, not a team player with such an elegant name.
He hugged Lin Yuanzhi who was sitting in his seat, took out the beauty camera that he had adjusted long ago, hooked it around his neck, squeezed the two faces together, and said dotingly: "Come, I want to talk to Wu
The star players who killed each other took a photo together, and Brother Dog smiled."
"Hey, you didn't take pictures on stage just now. What are you taking pictures of now? Take them away to stop me from eating meat."
Lin Yuanzhi unhappily pulled away Su Nan's hand from around his neck. As soon as he finished speaking, Su Nan pressed the photo button with a flick of his finger. A confused face with an open mouth and a handsome and fashionable face clicked.
After being entered into the photo album, he immediately clicked on it and looked at it, beautifying his face with satisfaction.
Lin Zhiyuan stretched his neck to look at the screen of his mobile phone, and immediately asked in surprise: "Oh my God, did you use all your hand speed to take pictures? Delete this one, delete it, delete it."
"Delete whatever you want, I want to keep this photo until its value increases." Su Nan carefully put the phone into his pocket, but this action immediately attracted a bunch of people behind him to respond.
"I'll take a picture too."
"Hey, I also want to take a photo with the pentakill player later!"
Everyone was noisy and gathered around the table of Lin Yuanzhi and Tong Nian. When Su Nan saw it, he took out a selfie stick and took a few group photos of the brothers from Mingyue Pavilion before the meal, and then immediately returned