After taking two steps, the Nissan coach asked Nissan, " "Did you notice? Di Tianlong always has a strap on his arm. He also tied it in the previous advancement matches."
Nissan didn't even want to answer,"maybe it's a gift from his girlfriend?" Or some ritual to increase luck? Don't the Chinese believe in these things?"
The Nissan coach thought about it and sighed. "Maybe,"
I feel like I've overestimated them before, Yingluo.
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In the lounge, su ye's gaze fell on the strap on di Tianlong's forearm.
There was only a little bit of time left before the start of the competition. Even in the Backstage Lounge, the lively and high-pitched voices of the people in the broadcasting Hall could be heard.
Di Tianlong smiled at su ye, revealing his white teeth."Sister, shouldn't you take this off?"
Su thought for a moment and nodded. He walked forward and personally undid the bandages for Zhai Tianlong before throwing him back onto the sofa.
