Bang!
The China national football team's plane landed in Hanoi, ready to take on their upcoming seventh-round match.
In truth, Vietnam was not a particularly formidable opponent for the China national football team, but Vietnam's overall inferior strength did nothing to make the Chinese players feel relaxed.
Because this was the final round of the AFC Asian Cup qualifiers, and every match was crucial!
"This is my first time in Vietnam."
Tang Ye chewed gum, looking fairly relaxed. "But this place is really nice. It's not cold at all in January."
"Vietnam is pretty close to the equator, right?"
Wu Lei said.
"Haha, then that's perfect. King Tang likes the weather here. Doesn't that spell trouble for Vietnam?"
Zhang Linpeng had come over at some point.
"Haha, well, it's not that great either."
Tang Ye considered it carefully. "Isn't it a little humid here? The air humidity is high."
"Damn, a cultured man. Peking University really is different."
Wu Lei expressed his admiration for Tang Ye's extensive knowledge.
A lot of sports teams were like this. Whenever someone on the team used some scientific "technical term," they would immediately be called a cultured person.
Tang Ye was a cultured person!
"Not bad."
Tang Ye nodded lightly and sniffed. "High humidity makes it feel warmer, but you also sweat a lot more during matches. Your whole body feels awful."
"Nice, very professional!"
Zhang Yuning put a hand on Tang Ye's shoulder. "Take down Vietnam, then we'll go play the World Cup somewhere dry."
The dry place Zhang Yuning meant was, of course, Qatar.
"Don't get ahead of yourself, brother!"
Wu Xi was walking ahead of Zhang Yuning. Hearing that, he turned his head. "You don't even know Oman's result yet, and you're already thinking about the World Cup."
"Who are Oman