King Bayern

"Damn the weather."

"Stop complaining, don't you know the winter in Munich?"

When warming up before the game, players from both teams complained about the weather. Today's game will be played in moderate to heavy snow.

The blue lions in the South Stand were still shirtless, holding up their team scarves and singing the song that ripped off Bayern Munich's pants.

"Asshole," Guerrero said through gritted teeth.

"Hehe, when you get promoted to the first team one day and see the real Munich derby, you will feel that these are trivial matters."

In Lensing's mind, Guerrero asked with a smile: "Hehe, how do you know what the real Munich derby is like? I remember we are the same now, right?"

Lunsing was embarrassed for a while, "Hehe, are you ruining our friendship like this?"

In 1860, the players put on thermal underwear and warmed up on the side of the court. Balakov yelled at the players, "In this weather, I have done enough warm-up, otherwise you are courting death."

Chen Mu entered the system, "Mueller, what kind of muscle antifreeze enhancer is used now or after the game starts? Is there a time limit?"

"Master, you can use it now, and the effect can last for 12 hours."

"Damn, so long!"

"Okay, then use it for me."

Soon, Chen Mu felt his body warming up slowly, as if soaking in a hot spring, "It's so refreshing, it's like carrying a circulating hot spring with you at any time."

"Master, are you comfortable? Fortunately, I will let you change it, otherwise you will lose a lot."

Hehe, Chen Mu had to admit that Mueller didn't lie to himself this time.

After a while, Chen Mu was too hot to bear. He ran to the sidelines, took off his thermal underwear, and found a short-sleeved jersey to put on.

The teammates were dumbfounded, "Did Chen eat gunpowder?"

"Yes, we were shivering from the cold, but he was wearing short sleeves."

"Wonderful."

Balakov felt that this was simply nonsense, "Chen, you!"

But Balakov didn't say anything yet, seeing Chen Mu wiping his sweat with a towel, Balakov was dumbfounded.

"Are you sweating in this weather?"

"Chen, did you secretly practice in the locker room?"

Chen Mu also noticed the abnormality in the eyes of his teammates and coaches, "Damn, my performance is too abnormal, how can someone be like this in a snowy day?"

"Yes, I started warming up secretly in the locker room," Chen Mu could only open his eyes and talk nonsense.

"But it's impossible to have such an effect," Balakoff really couldn't figure it out, maybe it was because of his special constitution?

"One two one."

"One two one."

I saw my teammates gathered around Chen Mu when they were warming up and jogging, "Chen, you are simply a little sun, I feel warm running beside you."

Chen Mu's forehead was sweating, "Mu Le, what's going on, the effect of this thing is too exaggerated."

Muller chuckled, "Master, it was a bit warmer at the beginning, but the effect will gradually fade."

"But it's already bothering me."

"Master, I can't do anything about it. Thermal radiation is a normal physical phenomenon."

Chen Mu didn't bother to talk anymore, so let's continue running.

"Look, the players are all running around Chen Mu, what does that mean?"

"It goes without saying that Chen Mu is the core."

"Yes, only the boss can do this."

And who knows, in fact, the reason why everyone surrounds Chen Mu is just to keep warm.

In the player tunnel, Bayern's second team coach Hermann Gran saw Hasler, "Thomas, stop."

"Hermann, I didn't see you."

"Pretend, keep pretending, I've seen you from afar."

"Hehe, you know, I have presbyopia."

"Thomas, you stole my lover, and I haven't settled with you yet."

"Aifu? Do you mean Chen Mu?"

"of course."

"Then I don't understand, shouldn't you thank me? He can't play at Bayern, but in my team, he is the core."

"Really? Then you give Lauter to me, and I will also arrange for him to start."

"Hehe, what's the use of you talking about this?"

"I know it's useless, but I'm just angry, can't I?"

Hasler knew that Hermann Gran was a man of temperament, "Herman, you are older than me, and I respect you very much, so let's have a good chat."

"I have nothing to talk to you about."

Looking at Herman's back, Hassler smiled, "What an interesting old guy."

"I'm sorry, what's going on?"

The fans at the height of the stands saw a strange scene in the stadium. The place where the 1860 players ran was like someone playing snake, and there would be a trace.

Bayern fans also saw it, and they immediately notified their team, Hermann Gran took a look?

"Did the 1860 players stuff something in their sneakers?"

Gran called the physical trainer who managed the equipment, "Look, what do you think caused it?"

"I don't know, the current technology can't make hot sneakers."

"Then what's going on?"

"Herman, I really don't know, but I think it is necessary to inform the referee team."

"Makes sense."

"What? Why do you want to check the players' equipment?" Hassler was not happy when he heard it. He said that the referee took care of Bayern and bullied me.

"To be fair, not only 1860, but also Bayern's equipment."

Hasler has never encountered such a strange thing in his 20-year career. At most, he encountered players wearing rings and necklaces and was warned by the referee, but it was the first time he encountered players who took off their sneakers for inspection.

"To be fair? My players just warmed up and you made them take off their shoes for inspection, are you the police?"

The referee looked embarrassed, "Thomas, can you cooperate."

"cannot!"

The referee was also furious, "It seems that 1860 is really tricky." In this way, the referee should check it even more. In fact, as long as there is no problem with the eyes, it can be seen that there is no snow in the place where the Bayern players ran. The snow melted away, and the snow where the 1860 players ran would naturally melt away.

Why?Is 1860's character particularly good?

"Thomas, let's do this. If there is no problem with the inspection, then the referee team and I apologize to you, but if there is a problem, the game will be postponed."

"Okay, that's what you said."

"Correct."

After the inspection, the referee was dumbfounded. The shoes of the 1860 players were ordinary Adidas sneakers, and there was nothing unusual except that one pair was a little warmer.

"Fuck, it's not scientific."

Hassler crossed his hips, "Let me tell you, this matter is endless. I suspect that you were bought by Bayern to disgust me on purpose."

The referee's face darkened, "Thomas, listen to my explanation."

"There's no need to explain, you can go and explain to the DFB. Also, let me tell you, if you dare to hack us during the game, then we will never end with you in 1860."