Ayi didn't seem as clumsy as she was, and was more absent-minded. Bai Haonan, who was getting up now, only needed to look at her, and kept tilting his head to look down and his eyes were taken off his seat, hugging Ada and retreating respectfully behind Bai Haonan, just like the virgin in front of the Buddha statues in countless temples.

At this moment, he helped Bai Haonan get the place back in an instant, and seemed to be even worse than Master Ruineng who was walking over. He was carrying his own saddle and horseback.

Bai Haonan certainly knew that Rui Neng was coming for himself, and stood up generously and faced and waited.

Is demeanor born or acquired?

Bai Haonan once saw the vice president sent by the main sponsor at the Blue Wind Club. He was very good at talking about the meetings during the week, but when the city leaders came to visit, he suddenly felt sweaty and couldn't say anything. This was different from Bai Haonan's first lecture at the Fitness Center of the First Affiliated Hospital of Rongdu. It was the first time that Bai Haonan officially gave a lecture as a coach in front of so many people. It has been much better since Chen Sufen helped him change.

More often, since he was a child, he has grown up with many young players who are respected as gods. In Bai Haonan's eyes, Lao Chen is definitely different from Lao Chen in the eyes of other young players.

Maybe Bai Haonan has not been superstitious about authority since childhood, so it was born here.

When he came to Tianlong Temple, no other monk had ever faced the respect of the old monk. It was like he had faced Lao Chen for the past twenty years, and the seemingly joking and naughty behind him was full of father-son feelings. Bai Haonan rarely showed flattery towards the powerful.

Now facing Ruineng, more than one person in the audience kneeled down on the stands next to the VIP seat. Bai Haonan still stared at him without being humble and arrogant until the other party walked up to him. Ruineng, who was not tall, made almost everyone around him bow his head and fold it.

At most half a second, Bai Haonan also folded his hands and lowered his head. There was no need to offend such a person.

Ruineng's voice was calm, even a little too peaceful, with a tempting aura: "I haven't seen you for a few days, Senior Brother Tianlong's outstanding disciple is indeed extraordinary."

All the yellow shirts around were listening with their heads down. Many people who could understand Chinese looked up and looked at Bai Haonan again. Bai Haonan was not afraid of the high hat: "Overything is average, the third in the world."

Even Ruineng was surprised by his careless tone: "Third? What's the third?"

Bai Haonan smiled all over his face: "Buddhist is noble, Master Ruineng is the first, Master Tianlong is the second, so I can only rank third in a careless manner."

In fact, this is a joke between many players. After Messiro, everyone in the world can be said to be the third one, but now they are just picking it up and using it casually.

Ruineng paused, then laughed and sat down directly in the seat next to Bai Haonan. Bai Haonan really wanted to remind him that Ayi had been squatting on it just now, and there was no time to say it. Only when you approached, you found that the monk robe was embroidered with the brand logo of GHL!

Bai Haonan has only seen this serious high-end British brand in a big shot who has gone abroad to play football. It is definitely not a bad street in the circle, Armani!

This Master Ruineng is really luxurious and unconcealed, and he has a very good look at his old style.

Bai Haonan could sit down naturally while thinking this way. His courage to be on par with Ruineng casually made the No. 1st place pause with a sarcastic smile: "Are you very rude?"

Maybe Bai Haonan, who was the subconscious that the Chinese did not take the small Southeast Asian countries into consideration, did not have any carelessness at all: "Master Tianlong and I get along like this too."

Ruineng just put his sunglasses at him. Bai Haonan looked at each other for two seconds, confirming that he really wanted to slap the sunglasses that could not be seen through, so he turned to look on the field so that he would not be able to control it. Ayi was used to squatting at his feet, lowering her head and communicating with Ada in a low voice, just like the little girl on the street stalls everywhere, but the bald head was a little annoying.

Look at the telecommunications company boss who is known as the richest man in the country, he is very respectful to Master Ruineng. Bai Haonan is simply as brave as he wants. Ruineng looks at him with even more interest. Bai Haonan chats with him like no one else: "Do you also like watching football? Does Faen Temple have a team? You have to pay for the finals..."

God knows where he got so much nonsense.

The master of sunglasses did not answer him, and Bai Haonan didn't feel embarrassed. He lay on the back of the cushioned chair to focus on watching the football, occasionally responding to the inquiries coming from the headset.

The situation on the field is not optimistic.

Without Bai Haonan's Tianlong Temple team, it would be an extremely ordinary amateur team. The group stage was all about Bai Haonan's pulling, and the semi-finals were the organizing committee's release. Now... Bai Haonan frowned a little when he saw it. The Tianlong Temple team was pressed and beaten so miserably!

At least half of the opponent's teams are professionally trained, and the remaining half are likely to be retired professional players!

Even if Bai Haonan comes on, it will be difficult to change the current situation. It is just that now it depends entirely on the referee's shameless help. If this continues, it will be a bit shameless.

Bai Haonan didn't mind getting the referee's tilt, but it was not such a conscience-bending act. Now, as long as the opponent's players get the ball, they will be called a foul. There is no problem with the monks rushing around. If it weren't for the fact that the strength was too different, the monks could not attack the opponent's penalty area at all. I guess they ran into the penalty area and sent them to the door with one penalty kick, and the fans could understand it, and they were a little booing.

Bai Haonan could quickly judge in his mind that he would push the other party seven or eight times to make the monks profit. After that, the play was a bit over. While thinking about it, he ordered through his headset: "Let them be quieter. This scene is not good. Just recite scriptures and pray for a better performance. Teacher Song, please change to No. 5 and ask him to lead the conversation. Everyone will be more restrained. If you admit defeat in this game, the other party is too much higher. If you insist on winning, you will be embarrassed."

Song Na obeyed unconditionally and immediately spread it in words. It was almost visible to the naked eye. The fans who came from the stands who were jokingly jokingly were applauding, jumping, and making waves, now they began to calm down like a tide, because all the flags in front were put down, and all the flag bearers held the flagpole under their armpits and began to put their palms together...

The power of role models is infinite. The stands quickly quieted down. The scene of silence in large numbers was so surprising. Master Ruineng's voice finally came: "All of these people... are you under control?"

The tone was filled with incredible shock.

It’s really not a show-off. As long as you put your ideas on the court, Bai Haonan has basically forgotten who is sitting next to you. He turned around as if he was awakened: “Uh… it’s not omnipotent control. As long as you arrange the team fans and divide the personnel into small pieces, you can lead it. Isn’t this done in your chanting square?”

Damn sunglasses still blocked Master Ruineng's eyes, making it impossible to judge his psychological activities. They could only listen to his slow and long voice like a blind man: "Who told you?" If you are careful, you may hear the gloomy smell!

Bai Haonan was free to believe in the horse: "Who else should I tell you? What a simple thing, otherwise what else can I do?"

Master Ruineng said solemnly: "That was called by the soul, and under the guidance of the Buddha, everyone is heading towards a common goal and direction..."

Bai Haonan's black-framed glasses were flat and transparent. He turned his head and showed a half-rolling expression to lower his voice: "Oh, okay, you think that's it, then that's it. Next time I tell the little monks, don't adjust the arranged lights at any time, even if they are messy, they have momentum. They have to put them so neatly, and they look very deliberate."

The tone that you know you are talking nonsense but are too lazy to care about you made Master Ruineng, who is known for his fairy spirit, suddenly breathe a little rapid.

Bai Haonan didn't know that he was so angry that he was about to vomit blood. Looking back at the field as if nothing had happened, the opponent had already scored a goal without any controversy at this moment. The whole game was quiet, and the monks were still standing there and chanting the scriptures silently.

The huge gap in strength cannot be made up with spiritual strength.

After a few minutes of silence, it seemed as if they knew that their opponents who were suppressed by the referee had found the trick. They tried not to physically contact the monks, avoid close-range confrontation, and opened up the size of long passes and rushing. The gap in technology and ability allowed them to shoot frequently and frequently in the penalty area!

In fact, the monks who gave up on their power were not so rampant. Even if they were so funny that they couldn't touch the ball, they were not angry. They were also a little more admiring their opponent's skills. The few guys who were angry were asked by Bai Haonan to replace Song Na.

The first half ended 2-0. The audience in the stands could actually see that the opponent was too strong and it was impossible to defeat it. So just recite the scriptures together and cheer for it. Bai Haonan asked the stands to make the atmosphere lively again. Before the midfield arrived, he also encouraged Ayi to lead the dog down and stand in the middle circle to chant the scriptures.

The little nun went there without any embarrassment, as if Longpi even pointed at a cliff in front and told her to jump without frowning. Instead, Ada was still a little cowardly and went to Song Na's place to wait in shame.

A six or seven-year-old child walked independently to the center of the venue where tens of thousands of people were watching, and began to recite scriptures loudly as if no one was around.

Quickly calmed the whole audience. All the stands were quiet under the maintenance of the hardcore fans, and they all looked at each other with their hands folded, fearing that they would disturb this sacred moment...

At this time, Bai Haonan heard the dialing tone around him, and then gave a simple command in a verbal order, and hung up and talked to Bai Haonan as if nothing had happened: "Okay, you can win in the second half."

Bai Haonan's hand holding the headset was frozen, and he turned his head and looked at the sunglasses in front of him in a bit incredible way. This way, he could find that Monk Ruineng's skin is very good, white, delicate, and shiny and elastic. If he is really Tianlong's junior brother, his age is a bit different.

Monk Ruineng was simply observing Bai Haonan's expression unilaterally. This is what you can do in your grasp: "You can lose, Buddhism cannot lose. Buddhism attracts such great attention in football. If you lose in the end, that would be a joke."

Bai Haonan sorted out his thoughts: "This victory or defeat is not important, it's just an inconspicuous cup match..."

Ruineng shook his head: "Every victory is a must. Only when the continuous accumulation of victory makes all followers believe that they will win and get used to victory can they become the most loyal follower and the most fanatical follower. You can control such a big scene. Don't you understand this?"

Bai Haonan chewed for a while and felt that the other party was right. He nodded slowly. What they discussed was not a game or this cup, but was related to influence. If the old monk Tianlong devoted himself to diligently spreading Buddhism and moving the world, this person was a master of striking momentum. In terms of attributes, Bai Haonan was still closer to this person.

It seemed as if you could see recognition in Bai Haonan's eyes, Rui Neng stopped talking and looked at the field leisurely.

Not only did Ayi's chanting scriptures in the middle circle kneel in front of her with a microphone, but there was also a cameraman carrying a machine to shoot around the little nun. However, after Ayi bowed to all parties in the middle circle, she bowed her head and went back to the coach's seat, and used gestures to wave Ada with his drooping ears to return to the vip seat together. Even though there were people saluting the six or seven-year-old nun respectfully along the way, she walked with her head down. The high-ranking hosts were watching the little nun come back, and then silently squatted to the side of Bai Haonan's seat to tease the dog.

It feels like she is also like a loyal dog of Bai Haonan.

Ruineng looked at the little bald man and still didn't say anything. After the game started, he asked inadvertently: "Are you interested in sitting with me after the game?"

Bai Haonan was actually thinking about how the opponent could be sure that he could win the game. With such a big level gap, sometimes he could not even be able to send the ball in. The monks' level is too different from the level of these semi-professional players: "Sit down?"

Ruineng's tone was full of no doubt: "I rarely invite a junior like this."

At this time, Bai Haonan finally saw that the opponent's defender was passing a random return. The goalkeeper of the side came forward and slipped his feet. The ball rolled into the door!

The monks don’t need to work hard to score the goal, but they scored an own goal by themselves!

The audience was stunned, and after being incredibly quiet, they cheered loudly!

Bai Haonan, who had also sold the balls, swallowed his saliva hard, turned to look at Ruineng, and the monk with white sunglasses also looked at him, with a sneer of sneering at the corner of his mouth. This is the evil charm, okay?

Bai Haonan suddenly felt that his pretentious smile had become stupid: "Uh, I'm honored... Of course I'm interested."

Rui Neng smiled like this, his sunglasses were all facing the court.

The next scene was that Guesman suddenly got the ball. The monk tried to take a few steps forward and found that no one robbed him. He accelerated towards the opponent's penalty area. As soon as he rushed in, the defender who had just passed the ball back just now tackled him to the ground without saying a word!

At the same time, two opponents also reached out to grab Jaimeman at all costs!

The referee gave a penalty kick happily, and excitedly awarded a red card to send the defender off!

Bai Haonan guessed the first half, but unexpectedly, he was a little stunned!

Ruineng asked: "What?"

Bai Haonan blinked: "Making the ball... Isn't it? Leaving this defender on the court, can he bring another third goal? Why should I send it off?"

Ruineng finally laughed happily: "No, not bad, you're very good."

It seems that it is even more shameless to meet.
Chapter completed!