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Chapter 332 I'm Oo, You Play With Me

"Nimma, really banned me!!"

Yang Luo in the simulation system is much more exaggerated than in reality. Yang Luo believes that in the simulation system, he can completely let go and don't have to be so rigid. Whatever he says, this is actually Yang Luo's true self deep in his heart.

"Of course, you just hit Matsumoto for no reason, of course you will be suspended, besides, the referees all showed red cards, didn't you see that?" Sandro sat aside and said slightly angrily.

When Yang Luo heard it, he was stunned, no way, isn't this just a simulated training, why is it so real.

Yang Luo hurriedly opened the system interface. When the lineup selection appeared, his name turned gray and he couldn't click on it.

"Damn it, it's real." At this time, behind the gray name, there was a countdown.

There is an obvious countdown time on it, Yang Luo looked carefully, I'm going~ there are still 180 minutes, forget it, isn't this the time for two games?

Yang Luo was really speechless. After finally finding a team that could improve his strength, he didn't expect to be suspended. This was Yang Luo's first suspension.

Yang Luo sat down helplessly, but after thinking about it, isn't it just two games, just like a game, you just have to hang up.

Yang Luo sat on the bench and studied the system to see if there were any loopholes that could avoid the suspension, but the system was too rigorous and impermeable, so Yang Luo had to give up.

But Yang Luo could feel that the murderous aura in front of him was constantly shooting towards him. When he looked up, Portugal was staring at him fiercely. Those blue eyes were like jackals in the middle of the night, wanting to pick himself up Skin, like cramping your own tendons.

Yang Luo got goose bumps all over his body, and quickly turned his head away.

The first half was exactly the same as the real situation, and the opponent led 3:0.

In the second half, Portugal did not arrange for Yang Luo to play, and sent Donggu and Sandro.

Watching Donggu and Sandro appear one by one, Yang Luo felt indescribably sad.

Without Yang Luo, Sandro naturally served as the team's midfield core and organized the team's offense.

But although the team launched several threatening attacks, they have not scored a goal.

Yang Luo kept observing, but found an obvious problem.

In the Sporting Gijon team, there appeared two people whom I had never seen before.

One is a striker, close to 2 meters tall, strong offensively, very skillful with Perez, and very strong offensively, I haven't seen it in the last game, what's going on.

There is also a player who is in charge of the midfield. He is about the same age as Duran and has a lot of experience. In addition to being responsible for the team's offense and defense, he also takes care of defending Sandro.

This guy is better than Sandro in terms of height and body. Whenever Sandro comes into contact with the opponent, the ball will basically be cut off, and Donggu can't get an effective pass. Santander is always passive.

"This is not good. If this continues, the team will lose. No, we have to change quickly. Sandro can take charge of the attacking midfielder and replace others in the midfield." Yang Luo stood up and walked towards Portugal past.

Beside Portugal, Matsumoto was still chattering.

Yang Luo was puzzled, how could this Matsumoto be like a fly, he would fly wherever he was, it was extremely annoying.

"Coach, why didn't you let me play just now, I'm sure I can have unexpected effects." Matsumoto said standing beside him.

At this time, Portugal stood outside the court, staring at the situation on the court.

"Coach, what do you think? If you don't make adjustments, the team will definitely lose." Matsumoto hurriedly followed the ants on the hot pot, but Portugal was not moved at all.

"boom"

The score on the court changed again. I saw a striker with a stature close to 2 meters received a pass from Perez from the wing. With one stroke, the score became 4:0.
Gijon is far ahead.

At this time, the Gijon fans in the stands were elated, and the whole stadium became a sea of ​​red and blue.

However, among the dense crowd of fans, there was still a small commotion. In the stands of the Gijon fans, a group of people had a serious fight. Although it was covered by the sound of the heat wave, Yang Luo could still hear it clearly. In fact, he paid special attention to the stands from the beginning of the game, because he knew that something very interesting would happen there.

Nobita Matsumoto was lifted high by a fan and fell to the ground fiercely. Such a classic shot, Yang Luo captured it at a glance. He didn’t notice it during the game, but now he can see it clearly. It’s really ruthless. It’s Nobita Matsumoto That small body, don't think about it if you don't rest for a few months.

But this scene happened quickly, and it ended quickly. Nobita Matsumoto was taken out, probably to the hospital. It was exactly the same as what happened in reality, but in reality, Matsumoto also went to the hospital, but he was still standing in front of his eyes. Crooked, shouting non-stop.

"Do you have a solution?" Potugal's brows were twisted. It seemed that the situation on the court was really not optimistic.

Junichiro Matsumoto didn't know that his father was sent to the hospital, and he kept showing off there.

"Coach, let me play, I have the confidence to help the team change the score." Matsumoto Junichiro emphasized shamelessly.

Potugal thought for a while, and took a deep breath. It is impossible to reverse the current situation, so he has to be a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

"Get ready to warm up," Portugal said.

When Matsumoto Junichiro heard it, he was immediately happy.

He turned around and started to warm up, but he took a look at Yang Luo, and immediately raised his head, showing a proud face, "Humph." Matsumoto snorted at Yang Luo, then walked up to Yang Luo, whispering Said: "You will never be able to beat me, you just stay here."

Seeing the mad expression on the other party's face, the anger in Yang Luo's stomach burned directly.

"Neighbor Mala, I can't even play, what a fart you are," after finishing speaking, Yang Luo grabbed the opponent's hair and kicked him up.

"what"

Junichiro Matsumoto uttered a scream of pain, and lay down on the ground and passed out, but the blood in his nose gushed out just as the faucet was turned on.

Yang Luo's move finally aroused the dissatisfaction of head coach Portugal.

"Yang Luo, get the hell out of here." Potugal pointed at Yang Luo and cursed loudly, and this voice instantly silenced the entire stadium.

Matsumoto Junichiro was sent to the hospital according to the facts, but Yang Luo did not follow the actual script and was kicked out of the stadium.

It was the first time that Yang Luo was kicked out of the stadium. Although it was only a simulation system, Yang Luo still felt uncomfortable. Portugal seemed to be a different person, yelling at himself, as if he had returned to the time when he just came here.

Sitting in the locker room, Yang Luo felt very uncomfortable. His teammates were all playing games, but he stayed here.

Thinking of this, Yang Luo entered the system and clicked to exit.

The system immediately popped up an interface, "Are you sure you want to quit the game?"

Yang Luo chose OK without thinking.

As a result, the system popped up a string of text again.

"The game is not over, can't quit,"

"I am sub-Ao, you play with me!!!"

(End of this chapter)