Klopp was horrified to watch on the sidelines. These boys were his darlings. He was about to win the game. If one more was injured, there would be no room to cry. Fortunately, there was not much time left.

The time reached ninety minutes, and the fourth referee signaled for four minutes of additional time.

De Jong fought with the opponent's players, and the ball bounced onto his legs and rolled towards the sideline. There was no danger at all, but Zhuoyang stuck out his tongue like crazy and chased after it desperately. This area is in the half of the Madibao Youth Team

Approaching the corner kick area, Zhuoyang didn't want to give his opponent a frontcourt throw-in that was in an excellent position. He was squeezing his own physical strength. His professionalism and willpower were beyond words. Finally, the moment the football went out of bounds, he

The ball came back after enough. Then he turned around and Zhuo Yang was stunned.

In front of him stood a defender, Tarzan Quentin Oscar.

This big guy has almost no defensive tasks on the court, because he is a forward arrow, and because his turns and speed are poor, the highest defensive skill is his eyes. Oscar did not specially come to defend, just because he was in the penalty area

After working with Mertesacker for ninety minutes, he was also very annoyed by Mertesacker, so he walked to the sideline to get some fresh air. Unexpectedly, Zhuoyang just came back here to save the ball.

Tarzan and Xiao Li Fei Dao meet unexpectedly.

Oscar thought, this guy just made Dimiz suffer such a big secret loss. It seems that he has decided to give up. I have to give him a try to help Dimiz vent his anger. Oscar and Yusuf have a close personal relationship.

Okay, a pair of good gay friends. Oscar thought so, he flexed his body, stiffened his arms and bumped towards Zhuoyang, like a gorilla snatching his mate.

As soon as Zhuo Yang turned around after saving the ball, he saw this piece of meat coming sideways, and he had no time to dodge. He simply built a bridge with his feet almost touching the soil, and used his strength to resist the heavy hammer.

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The entire audience, players from both sides, the coaching bench and the referee's bench all seemed to hear an earth-shattering sound of sparks hitting the earth. However, after the impact, the imagined scene of the petite Zhuo Yang flying out did not appear.

Zhuo Yang cleverly used the buffer between muscles, which was quite a bit like a big move, and defused the barbarian's attack. He and Oscar both staggered three times and took a step back, apparently evenly matched. But Zhuo Yang retreated.

This step is still with the ball.

Everyone was a little dumbfounded at this time. This was too unscientific. His height and weight were wrong by several levels, and Hagrid, the giant at Hogwarts, didn't touch Harry Potter? Oscar was also a little dumbfounded, but he didn't do anything about it at all.

He had no reservations and used 100% of his strength. He was afraid that even a cow would be knocked away by him. This guy is a monster!

Zhuo Yang is not a monster, Zhuo Yang knows martial arts.

Zhuo Yang is a person who must avenge his revenge, but of course he will not be stupid enough to bump into him again. That is what Duke Motley would do if he was stupid and out of stock.

Zhuoyang is a gangster!

Zhuoyang flicked the ball, pulled it again, twisted it, and started playing tricks. Oscar watched Zhuoyang's level of playing with the ball in the first half. He knew his own strength and had no confidence that he could break the ball and defend China.

Boy. But as a professional player, he subconsciously stretched his legs to reach the ball, but when he failed to reach it, Zhuo Yang turned the ball back to the left. Oscar subconsciously reached to the left again, and the ball went to the right again. When he twisted it back, Zhuo Yang

Yang Du dribbled the ball four or five meters away from him.

Oscar finally could no longer control his body's center of gravity and fell down on his back, causing grass clippings to scatter on the grass, like a mountain collapsing.

The gangster knows martial arts and no one can stop him!

Then I heard Oscar rubbing his thigh and making a strange cry. His thoughts went against his body and his consciousness was ahead of his IQ. This guy also strained his thigh muscles.

When Quentin Oscar was carried off the stage on a stretcher, the four volunteers were trembling with exhaustion. This was too damn heavy, it was a big job!

Until the referee blew the final whistle, his teammates looked at Zhuo Yang strangely. There were no cheers of victory, no excitement of reversal.

Mertesacker came over cautiously after a while: "That, Zhuo, your ancient Chinese curse, that..., is it a joke?"

Zhuo Yang: "..."

Xiaozhu: "How about, Zhuo, you try again? I've tolerated that goalkeeper for a long time..."

Zhuo Yang: "..."

Ribery: "Zhuo, can you teach me the spell? You know, our family originally... was lost..."

Zhuo Yang: "..."

The bus back was filled with laughter and little piggy jokes. Klopp secretly called his boss, Mr. Mullen, then stood up with a red face and clapped his hands to signal everyone to be quiet: "This is a reversal.

, we also rose to the second place, and the boss agreed to give everyone a bonus and a week’s salary for everyone!”

Cheers suddenly came from the car. Money is a man's aphrodisiac.

Zhuo Yang: "Sir, that French dinner..."

Klopp: "..."

Frank Ribery scratched his head: "Sir, look, you know that, right? My father's French restaurant is not big, but it tastes pretty good. Believe me, my father will definitely give us a discount."

drop."

Klopp: "..."

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This is a small but very atmospheric French restaurant.

It has a white exterior wall, black wrought iron doors and windows, and two oak barrels placed at the door. The indoor cable-stayed ceiling is well-proportioned, and a quiet canal flows outside the window.

Twenty or so big men crowded the small restaurant, and the elegant restaurant became a lively vegetable market. The noble French cuisine turned into a food stall for these rough men full of male hormones.

Cow chews peony!

Mr. Ribery Sr., the father of scar-faced Ribery, looked at these noisy young people with a smile, just like looking at the walking euro banknotes. Scar-faced Ribery and Zhuo Yang guested as waiters, like two

Bulky butterflies shuttled among the crowd.

On the upright piano in the corner, Zhuo Yang played "The Happy Shepherd" to keep everyone entertained. He closed his eyes, while stroking the keyboard, he thought: This place is nice, can I make an appointment with Raisa here?

meeting?

The bill, which had already been heavily discounted, still made Mr. Jurgen Klopp’s liver tremble!

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Sunday, sunny, breezy.

In late autumn, the Hannover University of Music is so beautiful that it makes people enchanted. Those thick and tall maple trees are connected in a row, with branches extending in all directions. The scattered campus is full of colors. The red leaves are swaying, and these red leaves tremble slightly in the autumn wind.

From time to time, they fall leisurely, covering the campus with a red carpet. The falling leaves are like dancing red butterflies. There are also some lonely maple trees, which look like a bunch of trees from a distance.

A firework that blooms forever.

The autumn sun is not as warm as the summer sun, nor is it as cool as the winter sun. The autumn sun is warm, gently shining on the face, like a mother caressing the face. The autumn sky is very blue, blue

Charming, blue and clear, dotted with white clouds, quiet and comfortable.

The sweetness of winter, the romance of spring, the sexiness of summer. And autumn is the season of first love!

There is a road in the campus neatly lined with maple trees on both sides, like a long red tunnel. Zhuo Yang is standing on the roadside, wearing a gray and black thin sweater, revealing the collar of a black and red plaid shirt, and a pair of tight light brown trousers.

Brown retro mid-heeled leather shoes. This is a standard student outfit, a bit rustic. But paired with Zhuo Yang's handsome oriental face and his tall and standard body shape, it gives off a classic taste. His sentimental bicycle is leaning on

On the tree, the wide and thick frame of the bicycle is a bit old.

There are still proud frost branches among the chrysanthemums, and a young man wearing bright clothes and angry horses.

Zhuo Yang held a red leaf in his hand and drew circles or squares on the ground with his toes in boredom, his heart full of anticipation and anxiety.

Yesterday was a match day. The team had a day off today, and there were no classes at school on Sunday. It was a rare day to have free time, so Zhuo Yang plucked up the courage to make an appointment with Rysakova.

Risakova is still a little surprised, because this is the first time that Zhuo Yang has contacted her. I don’t know what this big boy is busy with recently. He is in a hurry all day long. Occasionally, he can only chat with her if he meets her occasionally.

No chance to start.

Rysakova likes to have sex with different men in different environments. She is obsessed with this feeling of physical and sexual freedom. Rysakova has a noble feeling in front of strange men or men who have not conquered her body.

and intellectual mysticism, but when she is in bed with a man, she will be so crazy that she has no scruples, and even appears despicable and masochistic.

But all of this is the desire of the body, the conquest of the body, as well as the freedom of the spirit and the joy of indulgence.

All this has nothing to do with love.

What Rysakova collects is not love, she only collects men. For her, love is just the fragrance of flowers when a girl is ignorant, and the destination of a woman when she is tired.

There are always some girls who were indulgent and promiscuous in their youth and like to say: When I get tired of playing, I will find an honest man to marry. The honest man is furious: Did we honest men dig up your ancestral graves?

All of this has nothing to do with right or wrong.

As long as it does not hinder others, everyone has the right to choose a lifestyle, as long as you are willing to take responsibility for your choices.

Rysakova walked in from a distance, her tight-fitting pants with complicated black and white patterns perfectly expressed her slender figure, her light black pinstriped shirt on a white background was open, and her white tight underwear revealed her pride, Jeep

The race-style handmade wooden necklace is placed on the chest with the ups and downs of the curve, and the thick-soled black matte leather shoes make the whole person's figure more erect.

"Hi, Zhuo." Rysakova's smile seemed to disperse the dark clouds over the Caribbean Sea. "Is this the car you talked about on the phone?"

"Hmm, it's cool, isn't it?" Zhuo Yang confidently patted the emotional bicycle.

"Wow, it's really cool. Come to think of it, I haven't ridden in such a cool car for at least ten years, yes, at least ten years!"

"Okay, Raisa, I will be your driver today. It is an honor to serve the beautiful Miss Rashakova." Men are always very attentive in the presence of beautiful women, and Zhuo Yang is no exception.

"I'm curious about where my driver will take me." Rysakova put her hands behind her back and leaned her upper body slightly forward, playfully and briskly. "Can I leave?"

"Please get in the car, Raisa. We Chinese are all experienced drivers."

Bang, bang, bang, the bell rang.

"Raisa, you are very beautiful today!"

"Thank you, Zhuo."
To be continued...