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Everyone fixed their eyes on it, and saw that the figure that flew out was none other than the huge Dras.

Dras's body seemed to hit a wall, and under the action of the reaction force, he flew out several meters at once, fell to the ground and could not get up again.

And the object of his impact, Lin Rui, only swayed his body slightly at this time, and after taking a small half a step back, he stabilized his figure.

Seeing this scene, the onlookers gasped in unison.

What kind of terrifying force is this? Under this impact, this guy had no effect at all.

His opponent, on the other hand, fell to the ground at this time, humming and unable to stand up.

Seeing this, everyone looked at Lin Rui's gaze with a trace of fear.

This is a pervert, if you collide with the other party on the court, it is either dead or crippled.

For a while, everyone's hearts trembled.

And at this moment, an angry voice came.

"Damn it! What are you doing? When

everyone heard this voice, they snorted in unison, and then immediately dispersed.

Lin Rui turned his head and saw a bald man in his forties, staring at him with a fierce expression.

The person who came was none other than Alberto, the head coach of Real Madrid B team. Torres, that is, Mr. Lin Rui's current head coach.

Torres walked quickly to the front and saw Drass lying on the ground, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

Only then did he roar angrily: "Can anyone tell me what's going on?" "

Seeing the manager angry, the players were all silent and afraid to speak.

"Ellas, come on."

Torres said, looking at Erras, the team's goalkeeper and captain.

Eras reluctantly stepped forward and told Torres what had just happened.

Hearing that it was the Chinese player who he had been unable to look at, and knocked off the defensive general Dras, who he relied on very much, Torreston was furious.

He turned his head, looked fiercely at Lin Rui, who looked indifferent, and roared, "Damn yellow-skinned monkey! Who made you fight here? Hearing

Torres' unceremonious tone, Lin Rui's brows couldn't help but wrinkle.

I have long heard that Torres is a racist, and he has not felt much for a long time, and today the other party has finally exposed his true nature under the rage.

Of course, he was not worthy of the other party, and said in a calm voice: "Mr. Torres, please pay attention to the tone of your speech, otherwise I will teach you to be human." In addition, as for why you are fighting, then you need to investigate well, the cause of this matter, don't get angry with me right away. "

Waterfack! What did you say?

Torres looked incredulous in disbelief at his ears.

In his opinion, the Chinese people are soft persimmons, and they are also players under his hands, he can scold as much as he wants, and he never thought that the other party dared to talk back to him.

This made him out of anger for a while.

However, looking at the other party's strong body, the dirty words he was about to blurt out immediately were still taken back abruptly.

After calming his mind, he said with a gloomy face: "Violent elements are not welcome on my team, and from now on, you will be expelled." Now, take your stuff and get out of my pitch.

Saying that, he raised his hand and pointed outside the field, signaling Lin Rui to hurry up.

Hearing the other party's words, Lin Rui pouted disdainfully and said, "Mr. Torres, I don't think you have the right to expel me. Because I am here as a result of discussions between our Football Association and the senior management of your club. We have an agreement, if you dare to unilaterally expel me, I will sue the Football Association, and it will be you who will suffer at that time. "

Fak!"

Hearing Lin Rui's words, Torres finally couldn't help but burst into foul language.

Just now he really forgot about this stubble, this kid is not one of those other players under him, just let him play.

This guy can come here because of the exchange activities specially made by the club for the Chinese market.

If you chase the other party away, then the other party only needs to sue their own football association, and then the other party's football association will find a club to protest, and even if they are not expelled, they are estimated to be reprimanded.

And today's game, there are reporters on the sidelines following the report. There were also one or two hundred spectators in the audience.

In this way, if you simply and rudely drive a foreign player away, it will also be very bad for your reputation.

Thinking of this, Torres completely calmed down.

He looked at the young man in front of him with a gloomy face, and said word by word: "Very good, then you can stay, but don't be too proud, after today's game, you will definitely be swept away." I promise!

"That's after the game is over."

Lin Rui was-for-tat and did not give an inch.

Torres was almost choked to death by Lin Rui's words, he glared at Lin Rui fiercely, no longer paying attention to him, but turned around and walked next to Dras, who was still lying on the ground.

"How are you?"

"Coach, my shoulder hurts so much." Dras said with some pain.

"Shett!"

Torres was so angry that he burst into foul language.

He waved for the team doctor to come and examine Dras.

After some examination by the team doctor, it was finally determined that Dras had dislocated his right shoulder and had several contusions all over his body. A minimum of two weeks of recuperation is required.

Hearing the news, Torres was slightly relieved. Fortunately, the injury was not serious, otherwise he would have worried about the team's backline.

However, this also made him even more disgusted with Lin Rui, this damn Hua Guoguy, almost let himself lose a general. You definitely have to make the other party pay.

Torres waved for the team doctor to take Dras to the infirmary for treatment.

And before the end, Dras glared at Lin Rui with hatred and threatened: "Hua Guo boy, you wait for me, I won't let you go."

Lin Rui looked at the other party, the corners of his mouth skimmed with disdain, and responded calmly: "Next time you better practice stronger, otherwise it will be boring when touched."

"What the are you..."

Dras was immediately enraged again, and immediately wanted to come up to Lin Rui desperately. But he didn't want to touch the wound all at once, and immediately the pain made him scream with his teeth.

"Boy, you better not be impulsive, otherwise I'm not sure if your arm will be wasted."

Seeing this, the team doctor next to him hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade him.

Dras could only do it rudely. In the end, he could only follow the team doctor and limp off the court.

When Dras came off, Torres ignored Lin Rui.

He looked at his watch, and the scheduled time for the game was approaching.

So he slapped his face and focused everyone's attention.

"Now start grouping."

Torres said, pulling out a small notebook and starting to shout the names of the group players.

"Group: goalkeepers: Eras, defenders: Casemiro, Alvaré ..., forwards: Woodridge and Lucas."

"Group II: Goalkeepers: Saraga, Defenders: Zuzayo, Jon Tolan..., Forwards: Crios and Alves."

"Give you ten minutes to warm up and get ready, and after ten minutes, the game starts on time. All cheer up. When

Torres finished speaking, the players immediately dispersed and began to warm up.

Lin Rui on the side frowned because he didn't hear his name.

That is, he was left on the bench.