Golden Greenery

There may be no Chinese who can't play table tennis, but Zhuo Yang really can't.

Before he could reach the height of the stage, his mother forced him to play the piano. From then on, he was destined to miss sports that could damage his hands. Why did Yang Hong resent him playing football in those years, and why did he hate Zhuo Yang's fighting? The deepest reason is because I don’t want my son to hurt his hand.

In addition, Zhuo Yang was really not interested in table tennis, so he really never played it. Geniuses are always like this, either they do something absolutely perfect or they don't do it at all.

"Luo, how did you know that I can play table tennis?"

"Aren't you Chinese?"

“Do Chinese people definitely know how to play table tennis?”

"Of course, why bother asking?"

"You are Portuguese, so can you grow grapes?"

"Of course! I bought another thousand acres last year, and I am now the owner of a large plantation."

"Okay, congratulations. You are rich and powerful. I will call you Luo Yonggui from now on."

"I don't like using names."

"Then I'll call you Mr. Luo."

"Don't talk about anything else. Hurry up and fight with me. I've been looking forward to fighting the Chinese for a long time." Ronaldo's excited expression could see the stars in his eyes.

"Mr. Luo, I really don't know how to fight."

"Impossible! Zhuo Yang, please stop being modest and come here and let us point out each other." Cristiano Ronaldo knocked the ping pong ball to Zhuo Yang with his right hand across the board. "You serve."

Yo, you're still in high spirits, right? Zhuoyang crossed his arms and let the ball fall off the table.

"Mr. Luo, why don't we try boxing and sparring?"

Cristiano Ronaldo said without hesitation: "No, then I can't beat you, so I will admit defeat."

He is quite a bachelor! But... "Hurry up, do you like straight or horizontal, do you like pulling or cutting? Hurry up, I can't wait!"

"Mr. Luo, I can't fight, please let me go!" Zhuo Yang couldn't do anything with such a straightforward young man.

Ronaldo firmly refused to believe it: "You look down on me, don't you? Zhuo Yang, it's your fault, I'm inviting you to dinner, so you can't show your hands?"

"I didn't eat for free either? I even got you a bottle of wine!"

"After playing table tennis, you can take the wine back. I won't drink it anyway."

"Then I even trained with you!"

"I'm sorry, I even invited you to take a dip in the pool!"

Zhuo Yang: "..."

Zhuo Yang walked over and put his arm around Ronaldo's shoulders: "Mr. Luo, let's figure it out." He swallowed: "Which book did you read that Chinese people must be able to play table tennis?"

"I never read books! Not even books."

"Then you always watch TV, right?"

"That depends."

"Okay, Mr. Luo, tell me now, which TV show said that all Chinese people must be able to play table tennis?"

Cristiano Ronaldo was suddenly very excited: "Which one? It's all of them! TV shows you China, even the old lady kills the big opponent with a forehand on the stage, it's so awesome!"

Zhuo Yang: "..."

"Mr. Luo, tell me, how can I make you believe that I really can't play table tennis?"

"I don't believe it no matter what!"

"Mr. Luo, if you continue to behave like this, I'll call your mother to come and judge you."

Ten minutes later...

"Zhuoyang, you really don't know how?"

Zhuo Yang nodded heavily: "No way!"

"you swear?"

"I swear! I'm going to lie to you. If I know how to play table tennis, I will be smashed by five thunderbolts."

Ronaldo believed it,

His eyes were full of disappointment. You can never know the expectations and joy of a top player when he meets his opponent, nor can you know the loneliness and emptiness when everything comes to nothing.

"Zhuoyang, you destroyed my faith!"

"You don't drink, don't you?"

"I dream of going to China to play on tour."

"How many dishes are there for dinner?"

"As a Chinese, you can't play table tennis. What do you want me to say about you?"

"You should eat more fish, that stuff is good for your brain."

Cristiano Ronaldo looked at Zhuo Yang with contempt in his eyes, and Zhuo Yang once again felt like a fool. Not knowing how to play table tennis is a big deal.

"Mr. Luo, why don't you check out what other projects there are, and I'll continue to practice with you."

"It's gone, it's gone. Table tennis is the last one. Let's go and bask in the sun?"

"That's fine."

The sunshine in Madrid in October was still very charming. The two of them were lying on the lounge chairs by the outdoor swimming pool, and they didn't feel cold at all. Zhuo Yang hopes that the embarrassment of table tennis will disappear as soon as possible, but Ronaldo can't forget it.

He laughed, gradually turning from snickering to out of breath.

"Who would believe what Jie Nima says? Zhuo Yang, Zhuo Yang... can't play... table tennis? Hahahahaha~~~"

Zhuo Yang didn't find it funny at all, but Ronaldo almost died laughing. Zhuo Yang didn't expect that this would become a joke for him in Real Madrid from then on: Zhuo Yang is so awesome, but he doesn't know how to play table tennis!

The sun is gradually moving westward, and it is getting colder. Ronaldo looked at his watch: "Would you like to go in and take a nap? Dinner will be served in an hour."

"No more, I'm going home!"

Zhuo Yang dressed neatly and walked out of the gate of C Luo's house. He heard the bright smile inside: "Mom, Mom, you wouldn't believe it if I told you, Zhuo Yang doesn't know how to play table tennis..."

Zhuo Yang still walked toward his home with his hands behind his back, taking steps. It was autumn, and the rustling of fallen leaves sounded very comfortable.

Ronaldo didn't know how to treat this visit as a guest, but Zhuo Yang's goal was achieved. He wanted to take a close look at life to see what kind of person Ronaldo was.

Confident, self-confident, assertive, self-disciplined and self-satisfied, firmly convinced of his own values ​​​​and outlook on life, and sometimes showing defensiveness. But Ronaldo is straightforward, doesn't have so many twists and turns, respects the strong and despises the weak, all of this is written on his face. However, he still has basic boundaries and etiquette.

It is not difficult to deal with such a person as long as you don't step on his sore spots and don't let his inferiority masked by his pride arise.

La Finca is a closed area, and Zhuoyang's walk was very quiet, with only the rustling of leaves under his feet.

Passing by the gate of Detu's courtyard, the lights were brightly lit inside, and the figures were clearly on something good. Zhuo Yang strolled into his brother's house, and sure enough, everything about the barbecue stove had been taken care of.

Detu, Kaka, Marcelo, He Lian, and E Yan applauded warmly, welcoming him after all the hardships.

"Does the chicken breast taste good?"

"His salads are really authentic salads, right Zhuoyang?"

"Three in and three out of the gym, right? Hahahaha~"

"Brother Zhuo, did you pee in the swimming pool? I peed last time."

"Oh, by the way, who of you won the table tennis?"

"Actually, I don't know how to play table tennis." Zhuo Yang scratched his head.

The brothers were all stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

Before the sun had completely set, the moon couldn't wait to climb up into the sky. It's always sunny in Madrid, and Real Madrid's next opponent, Lyon, is about to be baptized at the Bernabeu under a clear night sky.