After taking the wireless microphone from the staff, Long Shute jumped into the stands on one side, and then said to the Shaanxi man who was beating the drums with a knotted muscle in front of him:

"Brother, can you stop?"

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A few seconds later, a slightly strange voice sounded over the court:

"Everyone, calm down. I am Long Shute. I have something to say."

If it weren't for being there, no one would believe that this already crazy stadium would really quiet within a few seconds.

"Haha, this kid..."

The senior officials on the rostrum shook their heads with a smile, but no one was ready to leave.

They wanted to listen to the guy who never knew what a low-key person was...what remarks were to be made this time!

I saw Long Shute standing on a big drum at this moment, and his naked upper body seemed to emit the heat from intense exercise - his jersey was given to the drummer under his feet as a thank-you gift.

"Long time no see, I'm back."

Countless speakers at the scene were delivering a sound, and there were also echoes in the stadium.

"I am very sorry and sorry about the Brazil World Cup.

But that's over.

We once reached the edge of the cliff, but fortunately we finally got through the difficulties.

I promise, this is the last time that all fans are worried, and it is the last time that they can advance to the game when they look at others' faces!
Chapter completed!