All was silent.
The sky brightened.
The war of words on Weibo did not stop, instead Dong Lu was scolded and became a hot topic again.
Dong Lu was now in a dilemma. He smashed everything in the house to vent his anger.
If he agreed, he would be afraid of really losing. Losing money is a small matter, but not only would he lose face, he would also have to admit that he is a football illiterate. How could he make money through youth training in the future?
If he doesn't agree, these netizens will be really cruel when they curse at him. Every word they say hits him directly in the sore spot, making him angry but unable to speak out.
Just then, the cell phone in his pocket rang, and the caller ID showed Feng Xiaoting.
Feng Xiaoting is a member of the men's football team and plays as a central defender.
"Hello, Xiaoting." Dong Lu answered the phone.
"Brother Dong, what are your thoughts now? Should I do it or not?"
"I have no idea. How should I respond? What if I lose?"
"Haha, even Brother Dong doesn't have confidence in us? He hasn't received any professional training, so what is Brother Dong afraid of? What's more, he doesn't even have teammates right now."
Dong Lu curled his lips when he heard this, and thought to himself, you guys have received professional training but your kicking skills are not very good. If I don’t praise you, how will I make money?
"Are you confident? Do you want to play this game?" Dong Lu asked on the phone.
"You have to know that if he loses, no one will necessarily scold him, but if you lose, you will never have a chance to play football again in your life."
"Of course we know what Brother Dong said, but we are confident that we can beat him." Feng Xiaoting said, they need someone to prove that they have the skills and tactics!
Chen Muyang, who had barely played many games of regular football, was delivered to their doorstep, which was exactly what they wanted.
After all, you should pick the softest persimmons!
"Okay, since you're not afraid, I'll challenge him to a duel. Let's agree beforehand that if I lose, all of us will contribute the ten million."
"No problem, Brother Dong."
After the call ended, Dong Lu opened Weibo, ignored the 99+ private messages and comments, and directly sent a message to Chen Muyang:
"We agreed. Don't even think about bullying you. We'll give you three months to recruit players. Three months later, we'll be at the Beijing Workers' Stadium!"
The entire internet was in an uproar, with many people flocking to Chen Muyang's Weibo to ask:
"Brother Yang, Dong Gou has accepted the challenge. How do we fight?"
"Brother Yang, didn't you fall asleep holding Lazhua? Why aren't you talking?"
"As far as I know, Brother Yang has never played regular football. Now he doesn't even have any players. How can he play?"
"Players? Just recruit them. Brothers here, if you can play, go find Brother Yang and sign up. Don't you have the confidence to beat those useless guys in the men's football team?"
"That makes sense."
......
Shaolin Temple.
Chen Muyang was still having dinner and had no idea about Dong Lu's challenge.
After dinner, he washed up and fell asleep in the room of Shaolin Temple.
When the sun shines on this thousand-year-old temple, rays of light bloom.
Today's plot shooting started.
At the Lion-Slaughtering Conference, the leader Kong Wen did not show up, which aroused Zhao Min's suspicion. When Shaolin announced that the decision would be made by force, whoever won in the end would get Xie Xun.
Zhang Wuji was shocked when he heard this, and decided to do his best to prevent his adoptive father from falling into the hands of his enemies.
Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo came together. Song Qingshu fought on behalf of Emei, and his moves were vicious. After a series of battles, Song Yuanqiao saw that the evil creature was so cruel, and he came forward to challenge him, but he was no match for Song Qingshu. After all, they were father and son by blood, and Song Qingshu could not bear to kill his father.
Zhou Zhiruo was furious and wanted to kill him. Seeing this, Song Qingshu blocked a palm for his father. Song Yuanqiao took the opportunity to attack Zhou Zhiruo, but hit his son instead. Song Qingshu was seriously injured and died.
Then, Zhang Wuji fought with Zhou Zhiruo. Zhang Wuji felt guilty towards Zhou Zhiruo and showed mercy to her many times. Zhou Zhiruo took the opportunity to injure him. When she was about to kill him with her claws, she saw the sword wound on his chest and recalled the moment when he was stabbed on Guangmingding that day. She stopped unconsciously.
Zhou Zhiruo is the most skilled among all the heroes, but in the final stage she has to compete with three divine monks.
"Sister Yuanyuan, when you're hanging on the wire, make sure your movements are more natural."
After the filming of this part was over, Chen Muyang noticed that Gao Yuanyuan's fighting was not natural and smooth enough.
"No, it's just that the steel cable is not tight enough." Gao Yuanyuan fell to the ground and pulled at the steel cable tied around her body. She was trying her best, but it was getting tighter and tighter, and she was very uncomfortable.
"For safety, Sister Yuanyuan, it's better to put something under it."
Gao Yuanyuan nodded.
"Sister Yuanyuan, you used the Nine Yin White Bone Claw so cool just now."
Song Zhuer jumped over and helped Gao Yuanyuan untie the ropes on her body.
Gao Yuanyuan pinched Song Zhuer's nose and said, "But only you can capture Zhang Wuji's heart."
"Brother Ji, congratulations on finishing the filming."
Everyone applauded Cai Ji.
Cai Ji's performance as Song Qingshu was remarkable under the guidance of Chen Muyang. He was taken off the air today and the filming was completed.
"Thank you everyone." Cai Ji has become a little taciturn recently, and no one knows what is on his mind.
Chen Muyang patted Cai Ji's shoulder and said nothing.
Cai Ji left the crew.
......
There is another night show in the evening.
That night, Zhang Wuji asked to see Zhou Zhiruo and proposed to join forces to deal with Du'e, but she refused.
"Okay, click! Call it a day."
Tool director, Han Yuanxing shouted again into the loudspeaker.
"It's finally over. I'm so hungry. Mu Yang, hurry up and cook."
Chen Muyang had a filming in the evening, so he didn't cook and would do it after the filming was finished.
He didn't even have time to change his clothes and went straight to take charge of cooking.
"Muyang, Dong has accepted the challenge. What should we do now?"
Song Zhuer ran over hurriedly with her cell phone in hand.
Chen Muyang was stunned. "Accepted the challenge?"
"He said that in three months, the Beijing Workers' Stadium will be waiting for you to fight."
Song Zhuer looked at Dong Lu's scarf and read it to Chen Muyang.
"What are you going to do now? Where are your teammates?" Yang Xuejian walked over with her slender waist and rolled her eyes coquettishly.
"What else can I do? I can't be a coward. I just have to get going and recruit players. With tens of millions of fans, isn't it easy to find a dozen or so people who play football?"
Chen Muyang said, holding the spatula and shrugged.
After dinner, he took out his phone and tagged Dong Lu and sent a message: "Thank you, three months is enough."
Then he called Lu Han, who was considered the best football player among mainland stars.
"Hey, Brother Lu."
"What's wrong, Mu Yang?" There was a sound of keyboard tapping coming from the other side, probably someone was playing games.
"Have you seen the news online? Are you interested in joining me in fighting the men's football team?"
"Are you serious? Mu Yang."
In Beijing, at Lu Han's house, Lu Han was playing games. When he saw Chen Muyang's call, he quickly answered it. He opened the keyboard and went to the balcony.
"Of course, now the whole internet knows about it, I'm not afraid."
"Okay, then count me in." Lu Han agreed very straightforwardly. He likes football very much, especially Manchester United. But although he did not express it openly, he was very disappointed with the Chinese national football team in his heart.
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