Golden Greenery

In order to confront Liu Guoliang, Zhuo Yang talked about this and Ronaldo's little troubles. For others, he is not a person who likes to complain to others. While he was talking, Kou Kou couldn't understand Chinese, but he could guess a little bit of what Zhuo Yang was talking about from his expression, so he pursed his lips and smiled.

Unexpectedly, when he finished speaking, Liu Guoliang threw away the knife and fork in his hand.

"On the contrary! Don't be busy returning to China tomorrow and change your ticket. I will accompany you to meet this person named Cristiano Ronaldo for a while."

Zhuo Yang was shocked: "Brother Liu, that's it. You are such a god that you don't deserve to be treated like him. I just said it casually. It's not a big deal."

Liu Guoliang waved his hand: "Listen to me. Zhuoyang, you are my brother. To be honest, I can't help you in other aspects, but when it comes to things related to table tennis, who in the world Don’t even think about taking a share in front of you. These are the rules, my rules, Liu Guoliang’s."

Zhuo Yang advised: "Brother, if you want to come forward, it would be too bullying and inappropriate."

"As you said, when did we go abroad to compete and not bully others? Only the National Games are serious competitions. It is normal for me to bully foreigners."

Zhuo Yang: "..."

"Zhuoyang, listen to me and ask me to come with you tomorrow. I'll take care of him."

Zhuo Yang said: "Although it's all about table tennis, brother, who are you? Let alone playing ball, showing your name can scare people to death. It's too high, too high..."

"Then don't say who I am, just say that I am your... driver."

"I have a driver. It's not like you haven't seen him before, that... overseas Chinese."

Liu Guoliang said nonchalantly: "Then you say I am the night shift driver and your cleaner."

Zhuo Yang: "..."

Kou Kou didn't understand what they were saying at all, but she felt very powerful. Wang Jin might be aware of his husband's temper, so he added fuel to the fire with a smile.

After all the talk, Zhuo Yang couldn't defeat Liu Guoliang at all, so he had no choice but to agree to take him to the sports city tomorrow. In fact, he didn't want Ronaldo to be defeated by this and let the frog in the well learn something, but Liu Guoliang's level was too high, and he had never dared to think about him before.

So, the most famous fat man in China was going to meet the most famous president in football.

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At noon the next day, Liu Guoliang and his wife had rebooked their tickets and postponed their return to China for one day. After lunch, he and Zhuo Yang set off to Real Madrid Valdebebas Sports City. Xiaotong drove them in a bulletproof Maybach S650.

Of course Xiaotong knew who Liu Guoliang was, but Liu Guoliang definitely didn't know Xiaotong and only thought he was an overseas Chinese hired by Zhuo Yang as a fitness instructor and driver. Zhuo Yang told Xiaotong that Liu Guoliang was determined to teach Ronaldo a lesson, and Xiaotong was also overjoyed. He said bluntly: Coach Liu is a wonderful person.

The Maybach San has arrived after the New Year, and the body of the tank is gorgeous. The rear cabin has a 2+2 facing layout with four seats, where you can play mahjong. It has now become Zhuo Yang’s daily travel car.

After arriving at the Sports City, Zhuo Yang went to normal training first, while Liu Guoliang and Xiaotong were waiting in the car. Ancelotti's training style continues his tradition in AC Milan. He only cares about tactics and leaves everything else to the assistant coaches and players. His training on running tactics is notoriously short in football.

Basically, it doesn't take more than an hour, and the shortest one is over in 15 minutes.

Half an hour later, after the tactical run was completed, An Pangshi left. Because the schedule has reached its busiest stage, training other than tactics is mainly focused on adjustments and will not involve a lot of training. All physical preparations are completed before the start of the season.

The Royal Table Tennis Cup is in full swing, and everyone who is competing or not will join in the fun. Making noise is a common hobby of men all over the world. There are two eight-to-four games today, one of which is between Ronaldo and fitness coach David Ancelotti, An Pang’s eldest son.

There is no suspense in the game. Cristiano Ronaldo's forehand arcing ball held horizontally with his right hand is invincible in Real Madrid. Whoever wins is just a matter of how much.

Seeing Zhuo Yang packing his things and leaving, Cristiano Ronaldo chuckled and asked, "Lao Zhuo, are you interested in watching me play table tennis?"

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yang, who was always very impatient when he heard this, smiled and nodded this time: "Okay, I'll be there right away."

Instead, Ronaldo raised his eyebrows in surprise, not knowing how to answer. Zhuo Yang smiled enigmatically again, then turned and left, heading towards the parking lot.

Ronaldo stood there scratching his head for a long time without thinking about it, then shook his shaggy head and hurriedly prepared to torture people.

Five minutes later, in the table tennis room of the complex, not only Ronaldo, but everyone stared blankly at the strange short and fat Chinese man next to Zhuo Yang.

Liu Guoliang is short in stature, at most the same height as Messi, but he quickly gained weight after he stopped playing and became a coach. His waistline may be as big as that of Messi. He has a round face, small eyes, some short hair called a beard on his upper lip, and a habitual hunched neck. He looks vulgar no matter how he looks.

"Zhuoyang, this..."

"My janitor."

Everyone nodded together: It looks like it, indeed!

"You guys have fun. My cleaner has never seen the world and wants to see what table tennis is all about. You guys have fun."

Oh——, everyone suddenly realized. Everyone knows that Zhuoyang has a Chinese driver who follows him every day, so is it strange that there is an extra Chinese cleaner today? Not surprising at all.

The sports city does not allow outsiders to enter casually, but it depends on who it is. No one will stop the people Zhuo Yang brings in. Everyone was no longer surprised, but Cristiano Ronaldo felt something strange in his heart. He suddenly felt something was wrong.

I secretly took a look at Liu Guoliang, and it was clear that he was a wretched, middle-aged short fat man with no energy at all. He was the kind who could not even wipe the table clean.

Ronaldo occasionally watches table tennis matches on TV in his spare time, and he probably knows the names of several world champions. But Liu Guoliang was still in the 1990s when he was playing basketball. At that time, it was a problem how many channels Ronaldo's broken TV could receive.

By the time Cristiano Ronaldo fell in love with table tennis and felt that he was a master and started to pay attention to the table tennis world, Liu Guoliang had retired for many years. Cristiano Ronaldo would naturally not pay more attention to the fat man who often pointed fingers on the sidelines, and among Europeans In my eyes, the faces of Chinese people are not much different, and I can’t remember Ronaldo even if I see him.

If you don't know Liu Guoliang when you play table tennis, even if you call him a hero, you are still playing the role of a hooligan.

Cristiano Ronaldo, who loves to play hooligans, walked onto the table with a head full of suspicion. Liu Guoliang's sudden appearance made him a little distracted, but after all, his skills on the racket were still there, and his strength was much higher than that of An Xiaopang. So despite some twists and turns, Ronaldo still finished with 11.

Zhuo Yang really didn't understand table tennis and couldn't tell whether Cristiano Ronaldo was good or not. He looked at Liu Guoliang, but saw that there was no expression on that wretched face.

"it's him?"

"Yeah." Zhuo Yang nodded.

"If you come to translate, just say I want to fight him." Liu Guoliang said, "Fight him now."

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