Golden Greenery

There were boos from the Milan crowd because Totti's bet was a bad one. Once Zhuo Yang really wore a Roma jersey and flaunted it in public, not to mention Zhuo Yang's face, AC Milan's face would also be torn to pieces.

Maldini raised his head. "Totti, what the hell..."

"No, no, Cavaliers." Zhuoyang stopped Maldini. "Let him finish." He was a little unhappy now. Even though I'm trying to push you down like that, do you have to be rude and unforgiving? Cheapskate! Chicken intestines! You've made such a vicious bet, aren't you going to live a good life?

"Franco, tell me first what you are betting on?"

"Zhuoyang, look, neither of us scored a goal today. It's a tie..."

The Milanese collectively booed. Totti was actually holding back. When he said these words, his Roma teammates felt their faces heat up for him. Zhuo Yang also looked at Totti with a smile and did not say anything to further stimulate him.

"...Since we are all engaged in football, and since there is no winner today, we have to compete in football. Are you right?"

Zhuo Yangxin said: It turns out that I was wrong about Franco. He is really an upright person. "Be particular! Franco, you are a particular person! No matter how we compare, I will listen to you." Whether it is a one-on-one bullfight or all other messes, Zhuo Yang is confident that he will not lose to Totti in football.

"The two of us will compete with whoever scores more goals in the league this season!"

Zhuo Yang: "..."

The boos from the Milanese people almost lifted the stands above the tunnel, and Maldini was almost laughed out of anger. "Francisco Totti, are you still shameless?"

"Paul, please don't interfere. This is a matter between me and Zhuo Yang." Totti was shameless and not ashamed at all.

Totti is now only one less than Kaka, ranking second in the scorer list with 19 goals, and Zhuo Yang has just 10 goals. Not to mention that there are still 8 rounds left in the league, even if the 18th round follows the trend of the two of them this year, Zhuo Yang will not be able to catch up. What's commendable is that Totti actually said it so openly.

Zhuoyang's waist was already bent with laughter. He stretched out one hand to stop Maldini and covered his stomach with the other hand. "...I admit defeat, Franco...I admit that I can't beat you...I won't bet with you...I can't win...You are the best in the world..."

Zhuoyang could see this. Totti was imitating him and planned to give him a provocation. Thinking that he was young and energetic, he blurted out "bi, bi, bi" after being aroused, and then he couldn't take back the spit. I had to bite the bullet and get into the condom. What Zhuoyang laughed at was that Totti underestimated him too much, and his methods of provoking the general were so childish that it was unsightly.

"…Franco,

I won’t bet with you, I can’t afford to bet... I can’t afford to bet... Just do whatever you like..."

Totti was dumbfounded. He didn't want to be shameless and resorted to rogue methods. Who knew that Zhuo Yangding wouldn't be fooled at all? This kid is too evil!

"Zhuoyang...you...just admit defeat...I don't care...just admit you lost...it doesn't matter..." He didn't know what to say, so Totti forced himself to smooth things over.

"How shameless..." the Milanese chirped.

"I'll bet with you who will score more goals this year!" Kaka suddenly said loudly.

"Yes, yes, you two are the real ones. Franco, you and Ka Shao will compete. I will win by pressing Ka Shao." Zhuoyang quickly added fuel to the fire.

Kaka reached out and took the beam, allowing Totti to find the steps, which also aroused his passion for competition. Kaka 20, Totti 19, whether they bet or not, the competition for the top scorer this season is obvious, even if they are not competing, they are still competing.

"Okay! Kaká, I'll make a bet with you. If you lose, you have to wear our Roma jersey to make a public appearance." Totti said righteously.

"Okay...ok! You..." Kaka was interrupted by Zhuo Yang before he could finish his words.

"Franco, the bet is still our bet, it's just that Kaka will bet with you instead of me. If Kaka loses, how about I wear a Roma jersey?"

Totti was overjoyed. "Okay, let's make it a deal!" He stretched out his hand to give Zhuo Yang a high-five to make the deal.

"Wait a minute! It's not that cheap. Franco, what if you lose?" Zhuoyang looked at Totti with amusement.

Totti: "Let's just forget about it today." There are many bosses in the world, but there are very few who take it for granted like Totti.

The AC Milan soldiers booed again, and Maldini said again: "Totti, are you still fucking shameless?" Even Ronaldo said: "Are you really embarrassed to say this?"

The other Milanese present either had to do with the national team or their status in football was too far behind Totti to criticize him openly, so they started to boo and boo him.

"Then... what do you think we should do?" Totti couldn't stand so many people making noises, so he had to ask them.

"Of course you wore a Milan jersey when you lost!" Ronaldo said.

"Yes, yes! That's the truth..." Everyone said in unison.

"I..." Totti felt guilty. Everything in the world is unpredictable, not to mention the current 50-50 competition for the top scorer. But letting him, the king of Rome, wear Milan's jersey is really not as good as killing him with a knife. So, don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. The hole Totti dug for Zhuo Yang has now put himself in it. The bet he proposed is either accepted or not.

When the Milanese had laughed enough, and when all the Romans wanted to dig into the cracks in the ground and crawl in collectively, Zhuo Yang stepped forward to rescue Totti.

"Well, Franco, I have an idea." Zhuoyang said: "I did not do a good job today. To express my apology, if you lose this bet, I will give you two choices."

"First, you wear a Milan jersey to make a public appearance; second, you donate 1 million to my 'Zhuoyang No. 18 Charity Fund'."

"Choose one of the two, either one is fine."

The man who fell into the water saw a life-saving straw. Totti was overjoyed again and quickly stretched out his arm to high-five Zhuo Yang, as if he was afraid that he would regret it.

"That's it, that's it, I bet!"

'Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! ’ The bet was established.

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Back in the locker room, Maldini said worriedly: "Zhuoyang, you are a bit hasty. What if..."

"Paul, I will never let Zhuoyang wear a Roma jersey, believe me." Kaka immediately patted the captain's chest.

Zhuo Yang pretended to have a sad face. "Master Ka, it's not that I don't believe you, but if this happens..., Cavaliers, you will definitely not allow me to wear Maro's jersey, right?"

"Absolutely not allowed!" A light flashed in Maldini's eyes, and he spoke firmly.

"Then look, Paul Gerger. Of course I have confidence in Kashao, 10,000 confidences, but there are no absolutes in this world, right? In the end, Totti really left and got a penalty hat trick. It’s not like they can’t do it or something, they’re just one less than Ka, so... what will happen then?”

Kaka's face turned red and Maldini's eyes widened. They were about to speak but were blocked by Zhuo Yang.

"Listen to me, listen to me. What I mean... Paul Gerge, you have everything in Italy. There is nothing you can't do. If it doesn't work, find someone to give Totti laxatives, plant venomous snakes in the house, or simply find someone to do it." Can you kidnap his son?"