Yebala's whistle sounded again: "Attack the side, lose three points!"

"Ahhhhhh!" Zhou Yi whistled up to the sky in depression, but he quickly gritted his teeth and shouted, "Come again!"

The fourth game.

Zhou Yi's pass was directly snatched by the defensive player who saw through his intentions and snatched away from Gotze.

"Attack the side, lose four points!"

In the seventh game, the attacking side had lost four games. Even if the attacking side won all the last three games, it would not change the fact that they lost.

So Yebala whistled and stopped the game.

"The game is over, you lose." Yebala came on the court and pointed at the attacking trio and said.

The three of them were already stunned.

"I'm willing to accept the loss, choose one by myself and run on my back." Yebala said, pointing to the six defensive players on the opposite side.

Zhou Yi felt dizzy at first glance - he was all tall and strong!

Want to run a 25-meter back and forth with them? One round trip will be fifty meters!

My own small body... is simply a weight that I can't bear in my life!

"How can I not recite it..." Zhou Yi wanted to cheat.

Yebala smiled and nodded and said, "Yes, but you can't play next game. Choose one."

When Zhou Yi heard this, he hurriedly shrank his neck and went to find someone.

Finally, he stood in front of the team's captain Marco Hornshu.

He looked up at the captain and asked carefully, "That, captain...how heavy do you do?"

Hornshu said with a smile: "Eighty-nine, kilograms."

Zhou Yi wailed: "What are you doing with such a tall and strong right guard..."

Hornshu had already opened his arms and smiled and said, "Come on, Zhou Yi, carry me on your back."

This tone was like a girl waiting for her lover to hug her, but Zhou Yi shuddered.

He turned around and squatted down with a sad face. When Hoenshu pressed up, Zhou Yi almost fell down on the grass without kneeling.

"Damn, captain, you should lose weight!" Zhou Yi gritted his teeth, and his neck was covered with blue veins, and his whole face was red to the base of his neck - this was not shy, but caused by force.

He finally carried Hornshu on his back, but found it was difficult to even step on his legs.

It is really difficult to get a strong man who is 1.75 meters tall and weighs 65 kilograms to carry a strong man who is 1.88 meters tall and weighs 89 kilograms.

Of course, the other two are not much better than Zhou Yi...

Yebala next to them was still urging them loudly: "Move, step on your left leg! Step on your right leg! Stand still, twenty-five meters are not less than at all!"

So the three of them had to whirl and move towards the rebate point with difficulty...

Of course, they did not forget to turn the blame on the verbal battle. The main reason was that Zhou Yi and Gotze were throwing each other, and Mark was just a so-called man.

"Mario...it's time for you to practice long shots!"

"You can do it, it's so far! It's your own strategy... it's a problem!"

"I am...I am...I trust you so much, you...actually, actually said that?"

"Is common sense good? No matter how good I shoot from a distance, I can't be able to shoot at such a distance... OK!"

The two of them quarrels affected their speed, but Mark, who was silent, had moved to them.

"Damn, Mark, you... you ran away!" Zhou Yi shouted when he discovered this.

"What... what is sneaking!" Mark went crazy. He was better than Zhou Yi and Gotze in both height and weight, and his strength was relatively better. It was normal to have this performance. As a result, Zhou Yi's words turned his efforts into being cheating.

Watching the three of them crawling like snails on the court and bickering, the teammates on the sidelines laughed so hard that they fell back and forth.

Schneider also smiled happily - it was great to see them make a fool of themselves!
Chapter completed!