The person caught by Zheng Yiran was the Tigers fan who said before that the Gods' team could not win.
At this time, he continued to feel depressed, as if he didn't believe that the Tigers would concede five goals in a row in the second half.
Driven by his pride, he waved his hand violently, shook Zheng Yiran away and wanted to leave.
But his way was blocked by other fans from Linjiang Town.
"Apologise to Linjiang Town! Apologize to the God Team!"
The man looked at the surrounding Tigers fans with helpless eyes.
But the guilty Tigers fans all lowered their heads and wanted to leave as soon as possible, and no one paid any attention to him.
Facing the menacing Zheng Yiran and others, the man had to lower his head.
"I'm sorry, I was wrong!"
"Say! God's team defeated the Tigers five to three!" Zheng Yiran shouted.
The man swallowed and whispered: "The Gods' team defeated the Tigers five to three."
"Louder!"
"The God's Team defeated the Tigers five to zero! The Tigers are trash!" the man suddenly shouted.
"You can let me go now, right?"
Zheng Yiran looked serious: "There is another thing. You said that if the God's Team wins, you will be a fan of the God's Team from now on."
The man turned his head and said: "At worst, I will watch every game of the God's Team from now on. Of course, it will be live broadcast..."
Zheng Yiran shook his head: "There is no basis for what you say, you have to prove that you are a fan of the God's Team."
The man frowned and said angrily: "How can you prove this?"
Zheng Yiran stretched out his hand: "Take out your phone."
The man thought Zheng Yiran was going to steal his cell phone and was a little anxious, but in the end he took it out obediently.
Zheng Yiran took the phone, opened the man's social account, and changed his name four times in a row.
Then, in front of the man, he added the words "God's Team Iron Fan" after his nickname.
As we all know, account nicknames can only be changed five times within a year.
Zheng Yiran used up the man's five opportunities at once, which meant that he could no longer change his nickname.
This nickname, branded as Team God, will stay with him for at least a year.
Zheng Yiran returned the phone to the man, showing a satisfied smile.
"Now, you can go."
The man looked hopeless and left Linjiang Sports Center in a sickly state.
"beep!"
As the referee blew the whistle to end the game, the Tigers players hurriedly left the field.
Gao Qiu came to the sideline first, followed by other players.
Tiger No. 7 on the bench looked at the members of Team God, wondering what they wanted to do.
Gao Qiu smiled slightly, raised his right hand towards Tiger No. 7 and spread out five fingers.
Behind him, the other ten players from Team God followed suit.
Tiger Seven gasped for air, feeling very angry.
However, the Tigers have lost the game, and he no longer has any capital to be arrogant.
Tigers coach Wang Jie snorted, glared at Gao Qiu, and turned to leave.
The players of Team God celebrated their victory wildly on the field, and the fans in the stands also cheered.
The voice of “God’s team is awesome” resounded throughout Linjiang Sports Center.
In the live broadcast room of the God's Team official account, the number of people online has reached 200,000.
The barrage flashed so fast that Chen Xi couldn't even see clearly.
"Holy shit! The town league team beat the Tigers?"
"If this wasn't a match-fixing, Team God would be too powerful!"
"Is Daxia football about to rise?"
"I won't watch next year's World Cup qualifiers without them!"
"The captain of the God Team is so handsome. Does he have a girlfriend? If not, see if I can do it."
At the end of a certain street in Linjiang Town, a short-haired girl who was very beautiful even without makeup closed the live broadcast room of Team God.
After hesitating for a moment, he dialed the phone number at the top of the list.
The phone was not connected until the last second of the ringing.
"Hello."
"Let's make up."
"Okay, I'll come find you."
Two lines of tears fell from the corners of the girl's eyes, and she laughed while crying.
"Team God, thank you." The girl said softly.
After waiting, the girl seemed to have thought of something and turned her phone back on.
After the nickname of his social account, he added the words "God's Team Die-hard Fan".
…
After the game, the players of Team God came to the locker room, with Chen Xi following behind.
Gao Qiu looked at her with a smile: "It's your first live broadcast, how do you feel?"
Chen Xi grinned: "It's much more interesting than the commentary! By the way, the fans in the live broadcast room have a question they want me to ask you."
Gao Qiu shrugged: "What's the problem?"
"How do you feel now after defeating Team God five to three?"
While speaking, Chen Xi had already turned the camera around and pointed it at Gao Qiu.
Gao Qiu faced the camera, touched his nose, and said calmly: "I don't have any feelings. The Tigers are no different from the teams we defeated before."
"If we do it again, the result will be the same."
When Chen Xi heard this, he rolled his eyes slightly.
"Are you too arrogant?"
Gao Qiu smiled and looked at Qin Aotian: "Do you think I'm arrogant?"
Qin Aotian pretended to be deep in thought and slowly said: "I think what you said is very pertinent. We do have such strength."
The other players heard this and burst into laughter.
Chen Xi looked at the phone and frowned slightly: "Brother, please, there is a fan requesting a connection, do you want to answer it?"
Gao Qiu nodded without any hesitation.
The person who applied for connection was a male fan. As soon as Chen Xi clicked on the connection, he screamed excitedly.
"Damn it! You actually picked up my connection! You're so lucky!"
The corners of Gao Qiu's mouth cracked slightly: "Just ask whatever questions you want!"
The man who requested the connection took several deep breaths to calm himself down.
"Brother, do you remember Tim? The captain of Bayern's U17 youth team."
Gao Qiu nodded: "I have an impression. What happened to him?"
The man's face was a little solemn: "His cousin's name is Fred, and he is the main forward of Bayern Munich's first team.
"I have a friend who works in the Kingdom of Tanks. I heard from him that Fred has convinced the head coach of Bayern's first team to come to the Kingdom of Great Xia to regain his face."
Hearing the man's words, the hundreds of thousands of viewers in the live broadcast room became excited.
"Bayern Munich's first team? Come to Daxia to challenge the God's Team? Is it true?"
"This is really outrageous. Open the door to outrageousness. It's outrageous!"
"Even if they win, there's nothing to be proud of, right?"
"Thank God, I finally get to meet Fred. I'm a fan of his."
"Whose side are you on? Why don't you support the God Team?"
"Of course I support Daxia's team, but the difference in strength is too big, and the God's Team will definitely lose!"
"..."
The players of Team God looked at each other with shock in their eyes.
If the Tigers in the second division are like a mountain several hundred meters high, then Bayern Munich's first team is like Mount Everest.
They never thought that one day they would play with such a top club.