Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“It’s just the sa na, and they’re causing trouble?”
The chef arched his brows. “Are the Spade fans causing trouble?”
“Who else can they be when they claim to be Spade fans?”
The person being called an uncle froze, feeling dissatisfied. “I’m so handso and yet, you call uncle?”
“You are an uncle.”
“Alright.” He breathed in deeply. “Co, let’s analyse this. This Spade T. There isn’t anything wrong with having the sa na, it’s normal for people to have the sa nas. Under normal circumstances, such instances would be resolved amicably. Afterall, the Supre Alliance has dissolved and Spade Z hasn’t appeared in three months. Why must the Spade fans be talked about? According to my knowledge, many Spade fans have been silent along with Spade Z. Sure, your Almighty T is popular, so popular that she can gather this group of people. Let ask, do all single players have to cosplay now? Do they have to use the sa na?
“What do you an?” The girls eyed each other. “Is he alright?”
Chef Fatty pointed to himself. “Am I alright? Am I alright?”
“Besides, we Spade fans don’t even know what’s wrong this ti. I like T too, they have their own specialties okay. Uncle, you shouldn’t be saying so much if you don’t know about it.”
He doesn’t know? What does he, the No.1 most handso fatty not know? He was from the Xiangnan Team!
Ever since the mont he left, both he and his Captain understood, Xiang Nan would never be the sa as before.
And affection. This term had beco too cheap. More importantly, the real Spade fans didn’t even co out and yet, they were blad.
Do you know what sort of affection this is? It could be catered to easily.
He had never said it before but he would never forget Little Spade and the days when the Supre Alliance and Xiang Nan competed.
But he knew that that person, and that group, was irreplaceable. And he would never go elsewhere to find their replacent.
They survived in his mory vividly, even though he was used to holding a mouse in his hand, now he had replaced it with a kitchen knife.
He shook his head.
In fact, there wasn’t much to say. After all, he was really going to beco a middle aged uncle.
There was an unspeakable pain in his heart.
After Luoluo left, he knew that Xiang Nan’s Golden Triangle was gone.
When the Supre Alliance disbanded, he understood that so things would gradually be replaced.
There was only a trace of passion. After all, they had it before.
Now, Zhao Sanpang wasn’t sure if he could retain that passion. It was probably too long since he competed.
Although it was just three months.
In the shop, the inconspicuous fat shadow lowered his eyes slightly. He was looking at his hands.
No one would understand the reason for the slight tremble.
Not to ntion the girls that claid. “I love the Xiang Nan team, I love T!”
From the start where they weren’t acknowledged, to winning the championship for three consecutive years. And the eventual disbandnt of the Golden Triangle.
Our dreams were smashed over and over, and were pieced together one by one.
But this ti, Zhao Sanpang didn’t seem to know how to piece it back. Or perhaps, he was really too naive.
He was still thinking about the passion that was hard to cool.
“Sir, the one in the chef’s hat, No.1 most handso Fatty.”
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