Chapter 931: How to calculate this account?
When Gu An and Bailang stood together, the figures of the two formed a sharp contrast.
Gu An's body is delicate and delicate, as if a gust of wind can easily blow her down.
As for Bailang, he was as sturdy as a bear, and with his five-thousand-thick appearance, he didn't look like someone who could be planted in Gu An's hands.
Just at this moment, the people from the JE team arrived here.
Walking in front of a group of uniformed uniforms was the coach of the JE team, and asked Bailang: "Bailang, let you call someone, why did it take so long?"
When Bai Lang saw the person, he immediately complained aggrievedly: "Coach, President Gu beat me!"
The hand he stretched out was pointing in Gu An's direction.
When the JE team looked at Gu An, they immediately slapped Bailang on the forehead: "Boy, if you want to point to something more authentic. With her small body, she can still beat you? There are so many LF teams. Man, don't you just pick a finger?"
He lowered his voice, and there was a feeling of "hate iron is not steel" in his words.
It's really rotten wood that can't be carved! Children cannot be taught!
He saw that Bailang was a full-length game and his body was full, and his mind was full of water!
Bai Lang was even more aggrieved by this statement, and tried to justify himself: "Coach, it's really not from the LF team, it's her."
The coach didn't believe it at all: "She, she, she is a hammer! Just standing still like this, letting her stand and beat, it may not be able to push your 180-pound body!"
Behind him, members of the JE team are also persuading Bai Lang: "Brother Lang, a big man slanders a little girl, isn't that good?"
Bailang: "…"
One hundred and eighty pounds of weight packs one hundred and eighty pounds of sadness.
Fat people don't deserve to own. Power or what?
Gu An was full of momentum, looked at the man in front and asked, "Are you the coach of the JE team? Just now, the players of your team took off their shoes and the smell of feet suffocated my brother, and now people are still dizzy, what should I do? ?"
The girl's face was tender and green, and her voice was soft, but there was an unseen look of determination in her eyes.
The screen shot was shown to Gu Fei, and at this moment, he was dizzy, and he almost leaked out the slack in his sleep.
The coach of the JE team never imagined that there is such a trick in this matter.
He turned his head and glared at Bailang: "You kid, it's okay to slander people, but there is still a little kid. Is it because I haven't cleaned up enough for you all day?"
Bai Lang felt aggrieved: "Coach, I really don't blame me for this."
He could testify for himself that the shoes were not something he really wanted to take off.
After taking it off, he also smoked himself!
"Sorry, sorry, it's all my fault for causing trouble for President Gu. How is your brother now? Do you want to go to the hospital?"
Gu An rubbed his fingers: "The hospital doesn't need it, but this mental loss will cost you..."
The coach nodded and bowed for a while: "It should be, it should be compensated."
As he spoke, he smiled and invited: "Wait for the celebration feast later, please ask Mr. Gu to show his face? At that time, I will let Bai Lang apologize to you and your brother in front of everyone."
Celebration feast?
Is it the celebration banquet that Bailang wanted to invite all members of the LF team to attend?
Thinking of what Bai Lang said in the lounge before, Gu An's eyelashes trembled, and he responded with a smile: "Okay, then I'll be disrespectful."
The coach of the JE team smiled and invited the others: "Team LF, as the runner-up, you have to come together. It's really terrifying to win the runner-up at a young age."
Between the lines, the word "runner-up" is bitten to death.