Golden Greenery

Zhuo Yang stepped back quickly. He said, "Don't meddle in other people's housework that has nothing to do with you."

But Bilal Najarine and Yusuf Mohammed quit, and Zhuoyang ran away and asked for his jersey. Mohan wanted to show off his figure, and only he, the boss, exchanged jerseys with Zhuoyang, while Najarine wanted to fulfill his son's wish.

"Wait, don't leave..." the two said in unison.

Zhuoyang was too lazy to pay attention to them and continued to look for his teammates without stopping, but was suddenly grabbed by someone.

Ali Sayadi, who just equalized the score with a free kick, grabbed Zhuoyang and said with a playful smile: "Can you..."

"No, get out!" Zhuo Yang yelled angrily: What puppy or kitten dares to stop me casually?

Not only Sayadi was bluffed by Zhuoyang's dog-face, but Mohan and Najarine, who caught up together again, were also blinded.

Zhuoyang didn't know what happened between them, but he was disgusted with being so careless in front of the fans, so he pulled Sayadi aside with a dark face and walked away.

Sayadi said in a daze: "I just want to exchange jerseys with him..."

It's all your fault! Captain Mohan was furious: "Who do you think you are? Do you deserve it?"

Najarine said: "I came first, I need Zhuoyang's jersey."

Mohan and Sayadi yelled: "You deserve it!"

Zhuo Yang and his teammates came together, and the three heroes of Lebanon were already in a quarrel.

When Zhuo Yang and his teammates came to thank the few Chinese fans under the five-star red flag in the corner of the stand, three people on the other side of the field were already fighting.

Zhuoyang and his teammates took off their jerseys and gave them to their fans. This is Zhuoyang's habit in the national team, and it is also the rule he has set for the national team. A melee started over there, with half of Lebanon reaching out and the other half trying to start a fight.

Zhuo Yang and his teammates exchanged pleasantries with the Chinese people in a foreign country, and the police had to rush in to start a fight.

Lebanon is lucky to be able to draw 1:1 at home against the Chinese team with Zhuo Yang, but it is too embarrassing to make such a scene in front of the guests.

In order to avoid affecting innocent people and making the situation international, the on-site police and security strictly separated the two teams. It was not until five minutes later that the Lebanese side calmed down and coaxed them back to the locker room.

When your opponents start internal strife in public, your side will feel inexplicably proud and extraordinarily united. The Chinese team forgot the depression of the away draw and walked towards the tunnel with Zhuo Yang affectionately surrounded.

"Captain, why do you think they fought?" 23-year-old Sun Ke asked Zhuoyang: "Isn't it because they tied with us? It's too shameless. They tied with us because they burned high incense."

"I think it was a fight over something. Their captain looked like a ball tyrant." 25-year-old Yu Hanchao said.

Ball tyrant? The Chinese team used to be full of ball tyrants, and the bosses were as big as dogs. The Shanghai Clan, the Guangdong Clan, the Northeast Clan, there are big hills nestled within small hills, and every mountain has a mountain eagle. There are many bosses, and the ball tyrants can call the wind and rain.

The national team's chaos didn't end until Zhuo Yang returned.

Zhuoyang said: "It has nothing to do with us if we love to fight to death. But we will definitely not allow any more ball tyrants here. I specialize in dealing with all kinds of ball tyrants."

21-year-old Zhang Xizhe curled his lips and whispered: "Captain, besides you, who else dares to be a ball domination in China?"

Veterans Zheng Zhi, Feng Xiaoting and others looked at Zhang Xizhe in horror: Just know it well.

You dare to say this, but Zhuo Yang beat him to death on the spot. Who dares to pull him off?

Zhuoyang was stunned when he heard this: Am I a ball tyrant?

When I thought about it, it seemed like it was true. However, as a ball dominator, I am always much better than others.

With Zhuoyang's identity and qualifications, it is actually impossible to think of him as a ball dominating player. Not to mention a Chinese team, even in Real Madrid, they are still going sideways.

Zhuo Yang smiled and hooked Zhang Xizhe's neck: "The little guy is very outspoken. What, do you have any objections to my brother being a ball tyrant?"

"Brother Zhuo, I am your bitch. Scared me, scared me..."

The Chinese team walked into the passage in harmony and found Najari of Lebanon standing there alone with his face covered with his hands and his head pressed against the wall. I don't even know him, but the number 16 on the back of the jersey is very eye-catching. This guy was obviously bullied by his teammates just now.

"Hey, brother, are you okay?" Zhuo Yang stopped.

Najarine turned around, his eyes were red, he had just cried.

"Mr. Zhuo... Zhuoyang, I'm sorry to make you laugh."

Zhuo Yang nodded: "There is nothing difficult to overcome, as long as everything is fine."

"Mr. Zhuoyang, I didn't mean to offend you just now. I just wanted to exchange jerseys with you."

Zhuo Yang opened his team jacket: "Look, I've given it to the fans."

"Yes, I saw it. I'm causing you trouble." Najarine said: "Zhuoyang, my son Naja, you are his idol."

"He must be cute."

Najarin smiled: "Yes, little Naja is very cute. Tomorrow is his birthday. I was going to give him your jersey as a birthday gift, but..." He spread his hands and shrugged. : "I messed things up."

Najarine's words touched the soft spot in Zhuoyang's heart. The relationship between father and son always moved him.

"He... how old is little Nadja?"

"Five years old, he will be five years old tomorrow, and his jersey number is also No. 18."

"That..." Zhuoyang didn't know Najarine's name: "Brother, a father shouldn't let his children down, right?"

"I let him down. As a father, I'm a loser." Najarine's face still showed redness and swelling after being slapped.

"No, you are a good father and a good player." Zhuo Yang turned around and slapped Zhang Xizhe on the back of the head: "Go, go to the locker room and get a spare jersey of my brother."

"Okay!" With a whoosh, Zhang Xizhe disappeared.

Although he couldn't understand Chinese, Najariin could guess what was going on. "Mr. Zhuoyang... thank you very much."

‘Whoosh——! ’ Zhang Xizhe came back, holding a red No. 18 away jersey of the Chinese team in his hand.

Zhuoyang took the jersey and handed it to Najarine: "Tell little Naja, wish him a happy birthday. Also, tell him for me that he has a good father."

"Thank you, Zhuo Yang, you are a gentleman."

Adidas' genuine jerseys are not cheap, especially the players' match attire. Zhuo Yang's jersey is the number one best-seller among professional players around the world. It is said that girls can win the heart of their boyfriends by using Zhuo Yang's genuine No. 18.

The jersey given by Zhuoyang himself is enough to be a birthday gift for a child, not just because of its value. In the Real Madrid flagship store at the Bernabeu, Zhuoyang's player version of the jersey is priced at 218€, and the number of prints will be sold.

Zhuoyang knows that his jersey is not cheap, but he will soon know what a shocking sky-high price his jersey is.

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