"The match is about to start, aren't you changing your clothes?" the reporter asked incessantly.
"Why don't you guess?"
"Aren't you going to warm up?"
"Why don't you guess?"
Five minutes later, several reporters retreated in defeat.
Guess my ass!
"Arrogant, too arrogant! I've been a reporter for more than ten years, and I've never seen such an arrogant kid. When I get back today, I'm going to write him up good based on this alone," a fat man's face trembled with anger.
From the second sentence on, it's all 'why don't you guess?' Guess what, damn it!
"Zhang Fan, here are your clothes and shoes, change into them," Dong Jian came over holding a bag.
Zhang Fan shook his head: "To thrash a bunch of noobs and still change into a sports outfit, wouldn't that be bullying them?"
Dong Jian staggered, nearly falling to the ground.
A bunch of noobs?
Fuck, man, you really dare to say that out loud? Motherfucker, if Jiang Xiaoyang hears this, won't he go berserk?
