"Stop!" Klopp shouted to stop training.

"Karl, when Zhuo Yang goes up, you should pull back a little and pay attention to protecting him behind him. Yes, this is the position, retreating five meters."

"Marx, when Zhuo takes the ball and breaks through the inside, you have to wait for an opportunity to pull the side, lead the central defender away, and leave the gap in the middle to Riccardo who is plugged in."

"Okay, very good, that's it. Keep going!"

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"You think this football game can be so great. Isn't it good to be honest in playing music?" Yang Hong murmured with her eyes closed: "Only the piano can be worthy of a doll." She was as soft as a bunch of noodles

, his fingers didn't even have the strength to move, and his messy hair was soaked with sweat and pressed against his face.

"The baby likes it and is talented. Our son is a genius." Zhuo Tongtong's waist was almost exhausted, but her hands were still stroking her back and forth on her wife's back, and her fingertips were smooth. "Honghong, you

Why has the carving of time not left a trace on you? You are still as beautiful as the day I just met you. You are God’s greatest favor to me."

"Husband, I love you... um..."

"Be gentle... um..., you are... um..., bad guy..."

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"The beauty of America is because there are birds singing, clear springs laughing, and leaves floating in small villages. However, I think the beauty of Asia is because the stars are the sea, the fish and white sails that have never met."

"Second brother, speak human words!"

"Oh, Ronaldinho's oxtail is amazing, but he is not as good as Zhuo Yang, who can do it in one go while running at high speed."

The second brother of literary youth, Montolivo, was explaining his views on which is better, better, weaker, Ronaldo or Zhuo Yang, who is better, better, less.

"The gloomy sky and mottled hearts are buried in the past, and many past events and memories are buried. Ah——, Mom's pussy..."

"Second brother, don't give up on treatment."

Montolivo: "…"

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"Let the baby play football, the child is grown up." Yang Hong curled up in her husband's arms, and said something like a dream whisper: "I just want two children to be happy and happy for the rest of my life."

"I just want you and the children to be happy forever..." Yang Hong gradually fell asleep while murmured.

Zhuo Tongtong gently put her wife on her chest and pressed her cheek against her forehead. "Honghong, I love you. I love you..."

Listening to his wife's snoring, Zhuo Tongtong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

——My God, I almost lost my life today. There is a long way to go in political and ideological work!

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After returning to the locker room after training, Zhuo Yang received a text message from his father: Don't worry, your mother has agreed!

Zhuo Yang was overjoyed and gave his father a thumbs up. Father's love is like a mountain, not an ordinary mountain, but a backer!

"Dad is mighty! I knew that without my dad, I couldn't do anything. My great dad would easily solve the big problems." Zhuo Yang replied to the text message and harshly flattered his dad. He didn't know, Zhuo didn't know.

Tongtong is not at all relaxed.

Zhuo Yang told Coach Klopp the good news, and Klopp looked at him like a fool.

Zhuo Yang told Professor Norman about the good news, and Norman looked at him like a fool.

Zhuo Yang told his sister Zhuo Qiutian about the good news, and Zhuo Qiutian happily ate a braised pork.

Zhuo Yang told Li Xiaoqing the good news, and Li Xiaoqing pulled him to have a meal of braised pork.

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At night, Zhuo Yang, who returned to the dormitory, was still immersed in the excitement of everything going well.

‘I walked by you alone and had nothing to say to you. I dare not look up…’ The ringtone of my cell phone rang, it was my dad’s call.

"Dad, you are so awesome, you are my puppet..."

"Zhuo Yang, your mother wants to talk to you." Zhuo Tongtong interrupted her son's admiration.

Zhuo Yang: “…”

"Zhuo Yang, why don't you tell us in advance for such a big thing?"

"Mom, I..."

"When will you be more sensible and not let your dad worry about me or your dad?"

"Mom. I..."

"It's okay to play football, I don't object, but what should you do if you get into trouble again?"

"Mom, I promise..."

"I agree that you play football. What should I do if your studies are delayed?"

"Mom..., you can ask Professor Norman..."

"I will ask him, hum! He doesn't want to escape. Study hard, play the piano well, and play football without fighting. Have you heard of it?"

"Mom, I understand..."

"...Zhuo Yang, have you grown taller? Is it enough money to spend? Will you buy clothes yourself?"

"...Mom, I miss you and dad..."

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Zhuo Yanggang put down his cell phone when Professor Norman's phone rang over there.

"Carl, I'll hand you the kid, what's wrong with you?"

"Ms. Yang Hong, listen to me..."

"Carl, I trust you so much, but you coaxed my son to play football!"

"Ms. Yang Hong, listen to me..."

"What do you say? What's the point of saying it? I warn you, Carl, if there is any mistake in Zhuo Yang, I can't spare you!"

“…Ms. Yang Hong…”

"I'll tell you Carl, if Zhuo Yang can't finish his studies, I will never finish it with you!"

“…Ms. Yang Hong,…I…was wrong…”

Although Professor Norman was so passionate when he forced Zhuo Yang to veer, his combat effectiveness in front of Yang Hong was just a scumbag. Except for Zhuo Tongtong, who devoted himself to the wholeheartedness, everyone else had to be invincible under Yang Hong's graceful toughness.

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The morning sky is filled with a slight fragrance. The night rain has washed away all the dust, and the fragrance of jasmine is also rendered in the wetness. As the wind overflows, it drifts into the pores of every breath.

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Dawn was like a layer of white fog, covering the city, gradually turning into a tulle, and like a magical hand, gently pushing away her veil, making the morning glow blush on her face.

Zhuo Tongtong, with a tender face, looked at her wife with a smile and was furious. She couldn't help but admire Yang Hong's aura of killing both China and abroad.

"Honghong, you always look so beautiful when you start a fire, like the brightest in the night sky...Oh...hiss..."

"What's wrong?"

"…waist..., waist pain..."

"You, I didn't know what crazy I was going to be last night. I was almost torn apart by you. I really thought it was still a young man from twenty years ago? At that time, you knew that it was all day and night.

Trouble me, bad guy!”

Yang Hong, who looks more round and jade early in the morning, forms a strong contrast with Zhuo Tongtong, who has dark circles and is sluggish.

There are only exhausted cows, no broken fields!

"Come on, get down,... isn't it here? I'll rub it for you..., in the future, we'll have to be more at ease, we'll have a long life in the future..."

The night was urged by dawn, and an early-up lark looked curiously at the lights emitted from the windows of the building. A little, with a crisp chirping, the birds flew away from the branches to meet today's morning glow.
Chapter completed!