The fiery red sun has just risen, and half of the sky is on the court. There are only two players on the Chinese team (Feng: How many?) and eleven players! An old man is the coach. (Feng: Introducing the players) Sun Wen is over 50 years old this year! (Feng: How old are you?) Fifteen or sixteen, twenty-five or six years old! (Feng: Maybe!) Followed by his daughter~ female team member, captain Sun Wen is not alone, she carries the burden to pass the ball, look at this ball, it has a thin skin and big stuffing with eighteen folds, it doesn’t have Goubuli’s buns. So round, Liu Ailing took the pole and asked Sun Wen to take a break to smoke a cigarette. Sun Wen said, I started to shoot at the door. After shooting at the door, where can we smoke again? Sun Wen's feet are very powerful. Boundless, her two ends are narrow, that one doesn't seem to be wide, and it doesn't bump if it doesn't touch the ball. If it touches the ball, it trembles at both ends, and it doesn't look like it's bumping. No matter how bad the angle is, it won't go anywhere. Ahhhh...