"Luo Wu is a guy who is determined to retaliate. If he sees this, he will definitely press Son Heung-min on the grass and rub him against Tottenham next month!"

"It will definitely be a tragedy!"

"Oh! How great would it be if Luo Wu was in the team?"

…

The speaker has no intention, the listener has intention.

Someone really sent a message to Luo Wu.

After Luo Wu finished training in the afternoon, he met "Sports Weekly" reporter Liu Chuan at the entrance of the training ground.

Liu Chuan was already very familiar with him, and he was not as polite as other reporters. He walked directly to the glass window of Luo Wu's sports car and took out his mobile phone.

"Luo Wu, let me show you some news."

"What's the news? Is there something new?" Luo Wu poked his head out.

The result is a screenshot of the news about the football emperor, which is what Son Heung-min said.

"Grass,"

"This guy must have lost his mind, he's so crazy."

Sure enough, Luo Wu immediately frowned.

"Where did this guy get his confidence? Isn't it the Korean team? What's so great, I really thought that their Korean team could run rampant in Asia."

How many kilograms or taels? Luo Wu smiled coldly.

"Right."

"Would you like a ride?"

"Hitchhiking? Okay. I just want to go back to the city." Liu Chuan was really not polite and got into the co-pilot.

"The ride I'm talking about is not by car, but by plane." Luo Wu smiled and started the engine again.

The car was speeding along, but it was not going to the city. Liu Chuan couldn't help but ask.

"Where are we going?"

"Go to the airport."

"Airport? What are you going to the airport for?" Liu Chuan didn't understand even more.

"Go back to China. I want to return to China to participate in this competition."

"Ah?!" When Liu Chuan heard this, he immediately lost his composure, "Ah ha ha ha! It's really awesome!"

"That's great! Chinese fans are waiting for you to go back and teach Son Heung-min a lesson! Think about how excited the fans will be when you suddenly come to the Tianhe Stadium, and how surprised and scared Bangzi will be, haha! I can't wait.

!”

Liu Chuan is also a fan first and foremost. How can you not be excited when Luo Wu suddenly does something like this?

I believe all Chinese fans will be very excited!

"But you can't reveal it first. We have a big surprise for everyone. I will report to the locker room half an hour early. Haha!"

Luo Wu himself is very excited!

It's like playing.

At the beginning of the night, Luo Wu's private plane took off at Heathrow Airport...

More than ten hours later, I flew in and landed over Guangzhou.

After getting off the plane, Luo Wu went directly to the hotel and had a good sleep, without telling Lippi and others about his arrival in Guangzhou.

With three hours left before the game, Lippi responded to Son Heung-min's remarks yesterday at a press conference.

"What Son Heung-min said is too childish. I don't think the Chinese team needs to be afraid of any opponent in Asia."

"The Chinese team is confident and capable of defeating any Asian opponent."

"We will show our strength tonight, the game will not be what the Koreans hope!"

As a World Cup-winning coach, Lippi will certainly not agree with Son Heung-min's words. He needs to inject confidence into the Chinese team. If even the South Korean team is afraid, then what is the meaning of the Chinese team's existence?

At 7:30 in the evening, Luo Wu, wearing a thick down jacket, hood and scarf, appeared outside the stadium. When he opened the door of the Chinese team's locker room, no one recognized him.

The team leader immediately stepped forward to reprimand him.

As a result, Luo Wu showed his true face!

"Luo Wu?!"

The locker room exploded instantly, and everyone was moved by it.

"Why are you back?!"

"Ah, you should have informed us in advance so that we could pick you up at the airport!"

Everyone's eyes fell on him, and the national players all became excited. This time they really had hope of killing the stick!

And Lippi, who was standing at the back of the team, put on his glasses, seemed to think that his presbyopia was getting worse again, and he was a little unsure.

He pushed through the crowd and walked to the front.

Finally he saw Luo Wu clearly, and then he laughed happily.

"This is a surprise for you,"

"It's so big!"

"Hehehehe..."

Now that Luo Wu is here, he will definitely start.

He neatly changed into his game jersey...

Guangzhou is still very warm in November, not even remotely cold, which is a completely different feeling from England.

In the player tunnel, the old captain Zheng Zhi walked at the front wearing an armband, and the South Korean team captain Son Heung-min was also beside him. The two sides lined up to play together!

However, Luo Wu was not in the queue...

He deliberately stayed at the end.

When everyone walked out of the stadium, no one noticed.

The commentator Zhan Jun has a sharp eye.

"Hey, why do I feel like the Chinese team is missing one person?"

"There are only ten people? Who is the other person?"

"Zhang Yuming's name is on the starting list, but no one is there now? It's really strange."

"Did you go to the toilet temporarily?"

The live broadcast camera is also always facing the player tunnel.

Finally, a red figure stepped out of the passage!

"Eh!"

"Eh!"

“Eh!!!!!!”

"Who is this?!"

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!"

"Stepping on colorful auspicious clouds, wearing golden armor and holy clothes!"

"He's coming!"

"The man is here!"
Chapter completed!