Golden Greenery

Klopp was terrified watching from the sidelines. These boys are all his darlings. They are about to win the game. If another one is injured, there is no place to cry. Fortunately, there was not much time left.

When the time went to 90 minutes, the fourth referee signaled for four minutes of stoppage time.

De Jong battled with the opposing player and the ball bounced off his leg and rolled towards the touchline. There was no danger at all, but Zhuoyang stuck out his tongue like crazy and chased desperately. This area is near the corner area of ​​the Madibao youth team at halftime, and Zhuoyang does not want to give the opponent an excellent frontcourt throw-in in this position. Squeezing his own physical strength, his professionalism and willpower are beyond words, and he finally got the ball back the moment the football went out of bounds. Then when he turned around, Zhuoyang froze.

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

This big man has almost no defensive tasks on the field, because he is a forward arrow, and because his turn and speed are very good, the highest defensive skill is his eyes. Oscar didn't come here to defend on purpose, but because he had been in the penalty area with Mertesacker for 90 minutes and was also annoyed by Mertesacker, so he wandered to the sideline to get some air. Unexpectedly, Zhuoyang just came back Save here.

The ape Taishan and Xiao Li Feidao met unexpectedly.

Oscar thought, this kid made Dimiz suffer such a big dark loss just now, and it seems that he has confessed for a month, so I have to give him a break to help Dimiz vent his anger. Oscar and Yusuf have a very good personal relationship, and they are good friends. Thinking of this, Oscar stretched out his figure and bumped towards Zhuoyang, like a gorilla snatching his spouse.

As soon as Zhuoyang turned around after saving the ball, he saw this lump of flesh coming sideways, and he had no time to dodge. He simply rode his horse to build a bridge, almost stepping on the soil with the soles of his feet, and borrowed his strength to resist the heavy hammer.

The audience, the players from both sides, the coach's bench and the referee's bench seemed to have heard an earth-shattering spark hit the earth. But after the impact, the imagined scene of the petite Zhuoyang flying out did not appear.

Zhuoyang deftly used the buffer between the muscles, which seemed like he was pulling a thousand catties, to defuse the barbarian's attack. Both he and Oscar shook three times, and each took a step back, obviously equally divided. But Zhuoyang still took the ball with him when he took this step back.

Now everyone is a little dumbfounded, which is too unscientific. The height and weight were wrong by several levels, the Hogwarts giant Hagrid didn't touch Harry Potter? Oscar was also a little dumbfounded, he didn't hold back at all this time, he used 100% of his skills, and he was afraid that a cow would be knocked away by him. This kid is a monster!

Zhuoyang is not a monster, Zhuoyang knows martial arts.

Zhuoyang was a man who would take revenge, but of course he wouldn't be so stupid that he bumped back, that's what Duke Motley would do.

Zhuoyang is a hooligan!

Zhuoyang flicked the ball, pulled it again, twisted it, and played tricks. Oscar saw Zhuoyang's level of playing the ball in the halftime. He knew that he was weak, and he had no confidence in stopping the ball to defend against the Chinese kid. But as a professional player, he subconsciously stretched his legs to reach the ball, but when he failed to reach it, the football was turned back to the left by Zhuoyang, and Oscar subconsciously reached to the left, and the ball went to the right again. When he turned back again, Zhuoyang was four or five meters away from him with the ball.

Oscar finally couldn't control his body's center of gravity anymore, and fell on his back to the sky. Grass splattered all over the ground, like a mountain collapsed.

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

Then I heard Oscar rubbing his thigh and screaming "Aww". Thoughts are against the body, consciousness is ahead of the IQ, and this buddy also strained his thigh muscles.

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

Until the referee blew the final whistle, the teammates looked at Zhuoyang strangely.

There is no cheer of victory, no excitement of reversal.

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

Zhuoyang: "..."

Little Pig: "How about, Zhuo, try again? I have endured that goalkeeper for a long time..."

Zhuoyang: "..."

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

Zhuoyang: "..."

The bus on the way back was full of laughter and jokes of the little pig. 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 reversal, we have also risen to the second place, the boss agreed, and send everyone Bonuses, everyone's weekly salary!"

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

Zhuoyang: "Sir, that French meal..."

Klopp: "..."

Franck Ribery scratched his head: "Sir, look, you know, right? Although the French restaurant opened by my father is not big, it still tastes pretty good. Believe me, Dad will definitely give us a discount drop."

Klopp: "..."

——+—+——

This is a small but very atmospheric little French restaurant.

White exterior walls, black wrought iron doors and windows, and two oak barrels at the door. The cable-stayed ceiling in the room is patchwork, and a quiet canal flows outside the window.

Twenty or so big men crowded the small restaurant to the brim, the elegant restaurant became a lively vegetable market, and the noble French cuisine made this group of rough people full of male hormones explode into a food stall.

Beef chewing peonies!

Mr. Franck Ribery, the father of the scar-faced Ribery, looked at these noisy young people with a smile, just like looking at the euro bills walking. Franck Ribery and Zhuoyang guested as waiters, flying through the crowd like two clumsy butterflies.

On the upright piano in the corner, Zhuoyang played "The Happy Shepherd" to cheer everyone up. Closing his eyes, he fiddled with the keyboard while thinking: This place is nice, is it possible to have a date with Raisa here?

The bill that has already been greatly discounted still makes Mr. Jurgen Klopp's liver tremble three times!

——+—+——

Sunday, sunny, light breeze.

The Hannover University of Music in late autumn is so beautiful that people are enchanted. Those thick and tall maple trees are connected in pieces, with branches stretching out in all directions, and the patchwork campus is full of forests. The red leaves are swaying. These red leaves shake slightly in the autumn wind, fluttering and falling down from time to time, laying a red carpet on the campus. The falling leaves are like dancing red butterflies. There are also some lonely maple trees, which look like an eternally blooming firework from a distance.

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 sprinkled on the face, like a mother stroking. The autumn sky is very blue, charming blue, clear blue, dotted with white clouds on the clear, quiet and comfortable.

Sweet in winter, romantic in spring, sexy in summer. And autumn is the season of first love!

On the campus, a road neatly lined with maple trees on both sides looks like a long red tunnel. Zhuoyang was standing on the side of the road, wearing a gray-black thin sweater, revealing the collar of a black-red plaid shirt, a pair of tight light brown trousers, and brown retro mid-heel leather shoes. This is a standard student attire, a bit rough. But with Zhuoyang's handsome oriental face and his tall and standard body shape, he wears a classical flavor. His nostalgic bicycle was leaning against a tree, and the large and thick frame was a little old.

The chrysanthemum still has proud frost branches, and the young man in fresh clothes is angry with the horse.

Zhuoyang was holding a red leaf in his hand, and he was boringly drawing circles or squares on the ground with his toes, full of anticipation and anxiety in his heart.

Yesterday was the game day, today the team rested, and there was no class on Sunday at school. It was a rare free day, so Zhuoyang mustered up the courage to ask Rishakova.

Resakova was somewhat surprised, because this was the first time Zhuoyang contacted her. I don't know what this big boy is busy with recently, he is in a hurry all day long, and when he meets him occasionally, he can only chat casually, so that she has no chance to make a move.

Resakova likes to have sex with different men in different environments, she is obsessed with this feeling of freedom of body and desire. Resakova has a noble and intellectual mystical temperament in front of strangers or men who make her have no desire to conquer, but when she is in bed with a man, she will be crazy enough to have no scruples, and even appear humble and self-abuse.

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

All this has nothing to do with love.

What Resakova collects is not love, what she collects is only men. For her, love is just the fragrance of flowers when a girl is ignorant, and the home of a woman when she is bored.

There are always girls who are 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 was furious: Did we honest people dig your ancestral grave?

All this has nothing to do with right or wrong.

As long as it doesn't hinder others, everyone has the right to choose the way of life, as long as you are willing to be responsible for your choices.

Resakova walked from a distance, black and white tight-fitting pants with complex patterns, perfectly expressing her slender and slender, white bottom light black pinstripe shirt open, white tights revealing her pride, Jeep Sai-style handmade wooden necklaces are placed on the chest with the undulations of the curves, and the thick-soled black matte leather shoes make the whole body more beautiful.

"Hi, Zhuo." Resakova's smile seemed to clear away the dark clouds over the Caribbean Sea. "Is this the car you mentioned on the phone?"

"Hmm, it's cool, isn't it?" Zhuoyang patted the bike confidently.

"Wow, that'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, Risa, I'm your driver today. It's an honor to serve the beautiful Miss Rishakova." Men are always courteous in front of beautiful women, and Zhuoyang is no exception.

"I'm curious about where my driver will take me." Resakova put her hands behind her back, her upper body leaned forward slightly, playful and brisk. "Can we go?"

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

Bang, bang, bang.

"Risa, you are very beautiful today!"

"Thank you, Cho."

"Do you know why there are no stars and moon during the day?"

"why?"

"Because they all fell into your eyes..."

The bicycles of the two people gradually moved away in the tunnel of red maple trees, and the maple leaves slowly fell behind them.

If time could freeze, it would be a colorful and beautiful oil painting.

Zhuoyang carried Resakova to ride slowly along the river bank. Ressa put her arms around Zhuoyang's waist and leaned on Zhuoyang's generous back. The two chatted nonsense while admiring the scenery of the canal.

Love is two people talking nonsense endlessly, and neither of them gets tired of it. —— Zhuo Tongtong

Gradually, Resakova had a strange feeling, which was strange but still a little familiar, like a girl in middle school receiving a small note for the first time. It has been too long, and Resakova, who has forgotten this feeling, feels a little confused.

No hasty undressing, no crazy demands, just simple and casual nonsense, just autumn sunshine and beautiful canals.

Resakova suddenly fell in love with this feeling and wanted to keep this quiet Sunday.

Many years later, Resakova, who has a granddaughter, can still often think of that afternoon on the banks of the Hannover Canal.

Zhuoyang felt the plumpness and pride of Resakova on his back, his cheeks were red, his ears were red, and his head was sweating profusely.

The French restaurant in Franck Ribery's family is called 'Left Bank', which is a bit vulgar.

Zhuoyang took Reisa into the left bank, and Ribery greeted him: "Wow, Zhuo, is this your girlfriend? You are so enviable to jealous."

Zhuoyang didn't explain: "Risa, this is my friend, Frank, Frank Ribery. Frank, this is Reisa, Resakova."

"Hi, Frank." Resakova was dignified and generous.

"Hello, Risa. You are so beautiful, Zhuo is a lucky guy!" Ribery was full of praise.

"Thank you, Frank. Zhuo told me that you have very delicious fried foie gras here."

"Of course." Speaking of the deliciousness of his home, Ribery looked very confident. "You will love it here, Ribéry's restaurant is very honored to serve the beautiful Miss Risakova."

Men all over the world look like bears when they see beautiful women.

As appetizers, soups, hot appetizers, and main courses were served one by one, Zhuoyang and Reisa chatted softly while eating.

Resakova became more and more confused. From Zhuoyang's eyes, he saw Zhuoyang's appreciation for her, being attracted by her beautiful appearance, and passionate about her charming body. But there was no desire, no gaze that wanted to strip her naked like a knife. Zhuoyang's eyes were very clear and generous, and he would not glance at her nipples or buttocks from time to time. Zhuoyang always looked into her eyes softly and talked with her, even when his eyes swept across her body, it would be natural, without being lewd or sneaky. This gave Rishakova a very different feeling.

Resakova suddenly wanted to cherish the present, she was afraid that Zhuoyang, who was on the bed, would become those men and lose the pure and youthful feeling now, and some things would never be found again after being lost. She was a little afraid that Zhuoyang would disappear among those men.

Am I in love? Resakova was confused.