Dumb Please Take a Seat

  Chapter 239 Only the weak always care about winning or losing

   "Little Martial Uncle?!"

   "Little, little uncle..."

   Both of them spoke together.

  Zhang Yu didn't care about the pain, and covered his face when he was beaten, his pupils widened.

  Jiang Qiang felt like his tongue was tied, and suddenly he couldn't speak smoothly.

  The person in the NY clubhouse that the people in the club are always happy to talk about is neither the seniors nor Lan Yu, but the youngest personal disciple of the old curator who has been invincible in the clubhouse.

  The old curator is Lan Yu's grandfather, and his direct disciples are at the same level as Lan Yu's father. After all, all the disciples of their generation in the curator need to be honored as "little uncle".

It is said that when the little uncle was in the guild hall, he was able to single out dozens of people with his own strength. His temperament was unpredictable and his abilities were amazing, and the seniors they usually admired who had brilliant records in the field were not many under her command. It's very cheap, but it's a pity that the little uncle only stayed in the guild hall for a year, and then left.

  They entered the club after the little uncle left. Even if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they were impressed by the powerful ability of the little uncle from what they heard.

   However, now Lan Yu told them that the weak boy in front of him was their embarrassing little uncle? ?

"How can this be?"

  Zhang Yu was the first to not believe it.

  If this is the case, according to the time, how old was Gong Jiuhan at that time? Already have the ability to be so arrogant?

   "Captain, you are lying!"

  It is impossible for the little uncle they imagined to be as thin as Gong Jiuhan.

  Although he admits that this Gong Jiuan has some strength, he is really far behind their little masters.

  Little, little uncle?

  The ET members, who were originally angry, swallowed at this moment, put their anger aside, turned their heads in disbelief, and looked at Gong Jiuhan.

   Unable to hold back, his throat slipped and he swallowed his saliva.

  They found a temporary coach for ET, who was as cool and wild as his temperament, but what he didn't expect was that the vest that fell off suddenly was also **** cool.

  He is an old-fashioned character from the very beginning.

   tusk~

   Can't help clicking his tongue, Jun Gu raised his eyebrows slightly.

  He really didn't expect that the little guy had such a deep relationship with NY.

  Then the previous familiarity with Lan Yu made sense.

  Little Master Uncle...

  Jun looked at the hand in his pocket, and tapped his fingertips almost insignificantly.

  Judging from the expressions of Zhang Yu and the others, this little uncle seems to be a difficult character in the museum.

   Seeing the completely disbelieving expressions of the two, Lan Yu exhaled, and looked into Gong Jiu's silent eyes with a little helplessness:

   "It may have been a long time since you came to the capital, you should take some time to see the old man, he has been thinking about you for a long time."

  Gong Jiuan turned his head to look at Lan Yu, his pupils were slightly dark.

  She was silent for a few seconds, chewed the candy in her mouth for a few times, and then opened her lips, speaking slowly, looking directly at him: "Well, I know."

  Afterwards, Gong Jiu raised his foot and took a step forward, staring straight at Zhang Yu. He stood up for a while, his eyelids drooping lazily, and his voice was slightly cool:

   "It is contemptible to play dirty tricks. Only those who are not capable will care about every win or loss in the game."

  The increased distance made the young man's sense of brutality and brutality stronger.

  Zhang Yu fell into those eyes that seemed to be filled with countless dark nights, and his spine trembled uncomfortably.

  Even the soreness from being beaten gradually lost consciousness under this invisible coercion.

  Jiangqiang's wrist, which was supporting him, couldn't stop exerting force, and there was obvious tension on his face.

   Standing up straight again, Gong Jiu silently bit the candy in his mouth, and looked away indifferently:

   "Brother, let's go."

   After speaking, take the lead in taking the lead.

  She already knew the answer, so she shouldn't waste her time on these two.

   Pretty here I come!

  (end of this chapter)