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"Dong Qin, Dong Qin and the others have come out!"

"Look, it's Coach Cruyff!"

"Little Mozi, little Mozi!"

"Ibrahimovic, you are so handsome!"

"Xu Shengqin, I only care about you!"

"Great, I thought Director Qin and the others were going to run through the back door!"

"How is it possible, Qin Dong and the Liaodong team love the fans the most!"

"That is, anyone in the Longguo team may ignore the fans, but the Liaodong team will definitely not!"

"That's right, Liaodong fans are the happiest!"

"..."

Seeing Qin Feng and everyone from the Liaodong team come out, the fans in the arrival hall were in chaos.

No matter how hard the security staff tried, they couldn't stop the fans from pouring over.

The leaders of the airport turned pale, so they shouldn't agree to Qin Feng's request. If there is an accident, they can't afford to walk around.

In desperation, he stood up and shouted loudly, trying to get the crowd back.

But no one listened to him at all, everyone only had Qin Feng and his Liaodong team in their eyes.

The crowd is still moving forward.

Everyone in the Liaodong team was also taken aback.

Today's situation is different from last night.

Last night was outdoors. The Avenue of Stars next to the 8-person Stadium in Shanghai was relatively spacious. Although there were many people, it did not appear too dense.

But the airport arrival hall in front of me is not very big.

With so many people squeezed in, the feeling of oppression is completely different from that of the outdoors.

Seeing the crowd looming over like a dark cloud, everyone in the Liaodong team subconsciously retreated, including Qin Feng.

This is human instinct, understandable.

But Qin Feng soon stopped.

He collected himself and said loudly, "Everyone, be careful, don't squeeze any further!"

"Give us a spot!"

"Everyone obeyed the arrangement of the security personnel and retreated behind their cordon..."

Qin Feng's shout instantly spread throughout the arrival hall of the airport.

The crowd swarming forward slowly stopped.

"Stop squeezing, didn't you listen to Mr. Qin's words?"

"Back back!"

"Make room for our heroes, or they won't be able to get out!"

"..."

The crowd who did not move no matter how the security personnel tried to persuade them, began to slowly retreat.

Airport security was stunned.

My own group of people will not stand up for shouting their throats and farts.

After Qin Feng said a few words, everyone backed away.

This is the gap... The security personnel whispered to each other, and all looked at Qin Feng with admiration.

The airport leader also heaved a sigh of relief. The official hat on his head was finally gone. Liaodong Qinfeng has a well-deserved reputation, and his prestige in the hearts of fans is definitely top-notch.

Seeing that the order was restored, Qin Feng smiled slightly, and led the Liaodong team to stand in front of the fans.

The scene burst into cheers suddenly.

Liaodong double champion, Liaodong Niucha, Liaodong's mighty shouts are endless.

"Thank you, thank you everyone!"

Qin Feng waved his hands and kept saying words of thanks, "Thanks to you, the Liaodong team can live up to their expectations."

The rest of the Liaodong team also applauded to thank the fans.

The fans were laughing from ear to ear. According to Qin Dong's words, the Liaodong team won the double championship, and we also have credit!

All the fans stood up straight, as if returning from victory with the Liaodong team.

"Dong Qin, we are all members of the Liaodong Fans Association."

Someone in the crowd raised a camera and said loudly: "Can I invite the Liaodong team to take a photo with our fans?"

As soon as these words came out, all the fans responded immediately.

The Liaodong team has returned to the top league of the Dragon Kingdom as a double champion. If there is such a group photo, the commemorative significance will be great!

"Yes, Mr. Qin, can we take a photo together?"

"Yeah, don't worry, we will line up one by one, absolutely not crowded!"

"If anyone doesn't follow the order, you don't have to ask Mr. Qin, everyone will call him out!"

"When will so many people come one by one, ten by ten..."

"Good good..."

"..."

Group photo...

The fans are not asking too much, but as someone said.

There are too many people, even if ten or ten come, when will it end?

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows and swept towards the crowd, but it was so dark that he couldn't see the number.

Want to refuse?

He was in trouble for a while.

"Mr. Qin, there are too many people, it's unrealistic to take a group photo."

At this time, the old coach Shang Yin approached and said: "How about I talk to them, wait until the last fan open day in Liaodong this year, and then take a group photo."

"But there are only 200 places for an open day."

Qin Feng frowned and said: "There are so many people today, how many can we get?"

"Then the big deal is to increase the number of people to 500." Shang Yin whispered: "Otherwise, what should we do? If we really take a photo here, we won't be able to get out of the airport at dawn!"

Shangyin is right.

But Qin Feng still felt sorry.

Everyone gathered here, and they didn't know when to start waiting.

Now I just want to take a photo together, can't I be satisfied?

Qin Feng's axis strength has come up, if he can't even meet such a small request from the fans, how can he talk about leading Longguo football to rule the world!

But what to do?

Just as he was hesitating, suddenly there were a few clicks, and flashes flashed again and again, making Qin Feng unable to open his eyes.

Covering half of his face with one hand, Qin Feng looked towards the flashing position.

Behind the crowd, two journalist-like people, with camera backpacks on their shoulders, are holding up their cameras and taking snaps of this side.

Looking at the super-large lens of the camera in their hands, Qin Feng's eyes lit up.

He looked over his head again and smiled.

"The two in the back, are they reporters?"

"Yes, Director Qin." A middle-aged man among the two responded loudly, "We are the photojournalist of "Football Practitioners."

He is also under the editor-in-chief of the old acquaintance Zhou.

Qin Feng smiled and waved to the two of them.

The fans didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Qin Feng's gourd, so they all gave way and looked at Qin Feng curiously.

"Qin Dong, what's the matter with you?" The middle-aged reporter asked.

"We want to take a photo with the fans." Qin Feng pointed at the two cameras and said, "Can I ask you for help?"

Qin Dong really wants to take a photo with fans!

Both reporters were stunned.

Now in the arrival hall of the airport, there are [-] or [-] fans.

Even if ten or ten come, they will be old until the end of time.

"Dong Qin, it's not that we are afraid of being tired and don't want to help."

The middle-aged reporter said bitterly: "There are so many people who want to take a group photo, and it won't take three to five hours."

"The Liaodong team just finished the game yesterday, and today they took a half-day flight. It's time to go back and rest..."

"Yes!"

The young reporter next to him also said, "If you want me to tell you, Mr. Qin, you can tell the fans directly."

"Master and I are also members of the Liaodong Fans Association, I believe everyone will understand!"

The two were right, and they were thinking of the Liaodong team.

Qin Feng thanked and explained: "I also know that it is unrealistic to take photos one by one, so I asked you for help."

As he spoke, he pointed to the super-large lens on the camera in the hands of the two of them, just about to speak.

The fans at the scene were in chaos again...

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