The Lord’s Little Cutie Is the Old Ancestor

The chief instructor had a dark face, his callused hands clenched tightly, his eyes full of unwillingness.

"This is impossible, the other party must have a plug-in! Otherwise, even if they have complete equipment, it is impossible for us to lose so badly!" An instructor said frustratedly.

"No, I want to complain to them! K country people have never taught martial arts! Maybe they really have a plug-in!" said another instructor.

The chief instructor looked at the screen solemnly, "If you lose, you lose. Now it's useless to say these."

That’s right, this game brings together players from all over the world. When they were fighting just now, players from all countries were watching the game.

At this moment, the discussion area is boiling again.

Except for the empire's own players, other countries are basically defamatory remarks.

Some empire players even started to complain about them, saying that if they kept being a turtle and didn't come forward to fight, maybe they wouldn't lose so badly, and they would lose their face!

Seeing such comments, the chief instructor looked extremely ugly. The sighs and disappointments of the students around were endless.

Suddenly, a different voice sounded, "Fight again."

It is Lin Wuyou.

The chief instructor turned his head to look at the little one, and saw his calm and breezy appearance, and did not speak.

"Fighting again? Isn't it being hanged if you fight again?"

"Yeah, wouldn't that be more embarrassing?"

"The opponent doesn't speak martial ethics, and he is a soldier of the K country. How to fight such a stable defeat?"

The instructors did not speak, but the boys around did not speak.

Lin Wuyou shrugged his shoulders and let out a helpless sigh, Xiaonen stretched out his hand to Teacher Xiaoxue, "Teacher, give me the phone."

Teacher Xiaoxue was startled, "It's not time to rest now, what are you going to do?"

Despite that, Mr. Xiaoxue took out the worry-free mobile phone and handed it over, "You can't play games."

As a result, as soon as her voice fell off, worry-free logged in to the game.

"Worry-free, why are you... Huh?" Teacher Xiaoxue broke before finishing her words, staring at the mobile game interface slightly, "Worry-free, do you also play this game?"

Without worrying about answering, the boys around have already answered for him, "Teacher, this game is very popular, we all play it."

It's just that they are not very good at playing, they can't even touch the feet of professional level.

Worry-free clicked on the game interface, and then said, "I still need seven people to team up with me."

Everyone laughed when they heard this.

"Xiao Wuyou, can you stop making trouble?"

"Look at your little hand, can you hold the screen?"

"Haha, Xiaodoubao, even the chief instructor can't win, can you stop joking?"

Lin Wuyou ignored the students who canceled him, turned around and pushed An Ran with his elbow, "You too."

Lin Anran was a little irritable, "I see."

Having said that, he also asked for a mobile phone from Teacher Xiaoxue and logged in to his account.

She doesn't like to play games very much, so she basically has no achievements, just having fun.

"Now there are two people, and I still need six people." Wuyou looked at the chief instructor, "Are you sure, don't you call back?"

The chief instructor looked at the child's innocent eyes, and his eyes gradually became firm.

He is the chief instructor of this group of children. If he is frustrated, he will give up and how to teach these children.

"I see, we will fight back, so you don't need your siblings..."

Before the chief instructor had finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of the worry-free mobile phone screen from the corner of his eye, and was immediately shocked to aphasia.

"You...you unexpectedly..."