Golden Greenery

"Pengpeng, just wait for me at home and don't go anywhere." Zhuo Yang pushed out his jade lion bicycle and walked out.

"Brother Zhuo, why are you going? We haven't eaten yet?" Pengpeng stood on the grass in front of the second floor wearing rubber gloves. He was very confused and his pants were covered with mud. He is planting flowers, monkey-faced orchids, for Mr. Zhuo. Pengpeng’s flower-growing skills are passed down from his ancestors.

"I'll go to the peninsula. You can order some takeout. Remember, don't go anywhere. Wait for me at home..." Zhuo Yang jumped on his bicycle and disappeared with a bang.

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The sun is shining brightly in the spring, and even though Hannover's latitude is far north, in late March, all the trees that should be sprouting are sprouting, and everything that should be green is all green.

The warm sun shines on the peninsula, and penetrates into the dormitory room through the gaps in the fresh green banyan leaves. The open moon-white shutter grilles on the windows split the scattered sunlight again, and throw it to the ground like messy glass. Next to the window is a pile of four or five small cardboard boxes. It can be seen from the unpacked items that they are full of books. Next to the carton is a purple red cotton guitar, with the nylon strings stretched on the bridge neatly braided.

All this shows that the owner of the room seems to be an artistic young man, but in fact he is not. Although Klopp is rough on the outside and showy on the inside, he is a standard middle-aged greasy man who has nothing to do with literature and art. Those many books were just textbooks he had used during his further studies at university, and he had not read them for a long time. He played the guitar every now and then, but it was only to the level of picking a single string, and only in the key of C major.

Uncle Zha was in a good mood today, nothing major happened. When he had lunch in the club cafeteria just now, the butter served with the fried bread was very sweet and suited his heavy taste. It made him satisfied. A man's happiness is actually that simple sometimes.

At this moment, Uncle Zha was winking in front of the mirror in the dormitory, whistling twice out of tune from time to time, and happily cutting his nose hair.

As a middle-aged hunk with strong hormones, Klopp's hair is growing vigorously, especially his nose hair, which is extremely thick and squeezes out like vines blocking the tomb passage. Nose hair is not like a beard. It looks very sexy and manly when grown. I have never heard of anyone styling their nose hair into fancy styles, and no woman would like a man's lush nose hair without a black plug.

Uncle Zha often had to trim the stubborn nose hair in these two holes. He used many tools, and the first one he gave up was hair removal gel, which is the kind used by women to remove leg hair. Every time Uncle Zha used hair removal gel to pull out his nose hair, he felt like his brain and soul were being pulled out, and he couldn't stop the snot and tears. Later, Uncle Zha also used an electric nose hair trimmer for a period of time. The round stick-like instrument was inserted into the nostrils and stirred. However, this tool is suitable for people with dense but not long nose hairs. It is a bit difficult to deal with supple nose hair like Uncle Zha. There's nothing you can do about it, and it burns your nose and eyes if it runs for a little longer.

My wife Ulla is a writer of children's literature. She recommended a small scissor to her husband. It has a slender blade and a curved front end, which can just be inserted into the nostrils to sweep away the messy nose hairs. It is really a good idea for Klopp's home trip. A must-have tool for mowing grass and killing people. Uncle Zha sighed in his heart: "It's good that times have developed. There are scissors specially made for nose hair, and they are so ingenious..."

Ulla rolled her eyes: "Dear, these are eyebrow trimming scissors for us women. They were available two centuries ago."

Regardless of what it was originally used for, there is no doubt that it has now become the natural enemy of Uncle Zha’s nose hair. After years of repetitive and monotonous self-pruning, Uncle Zha has become quite proficient in this craft. Not long after, a layer of stubble fell off the sink, and some of the short hairs still had pickled things stuck to them. Just like everyone always looks back when they get up from the toilet, Uncle Zha also felt very accomplished when he looked at the stubble he had conquered.

The eradication operation has entered the final stage. Uncle Zha's small scissors are carrying out the final stranglehold on several stubborn elements who are unwilling to give in deep in his nostrils.

‘Bang! ! ! ’ The door to the room was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Uncle Zha was so shocked that he almost pierced the septum of his nose with a flick of his scissors.

"Sir, sir, do you think this will work..." Zhuo Yang opened the door with one palm and walked in, shouting excitedly at Uncle Zha.

‘Hiss—’ Uncle Zha gasped and carefully removed the scissors from his nostrils, grinning and his face distorted. "Zhuoyang, your boy is now Mr. European Ballon d'Or, a prestigious figure, a great pianist, and a doctorate..." Klopp was shocked and dumbfounded: "I asked you, can you be a little polite? Something's wrong. Can you knock on the door first?"

"... Hehe, I don't think there is anyone else here." Zhuo Yang scratched his head in embarrassment when he saw that his head coach was so frightened that he almost lost his face. "Last time I came here to borrow my guitar from you and knocked on the door. You thought I was too much trouble. I didn't lock the door anyway...hehe."

"Hey, sir." Zhuo Yang looked at the stubble on the sink: "Your victory today is not small!"

"Go, go, go, I'm almost done. Just wait for me. There's freshly brewed coffee over there. Go pour it yourself. If you have anything to do, we'll talk about it later." Uncle Zha waved the scissors at Zhuoyang twice and stopped. I ignored him and continued to turn my head and look at myself in the mirror. "He's a big boss..."

After finally removing the last remnants, he used paper towels to pile the stubble into a pile, and took two more paper towels to put these things in the trash can. Uncle Zha washed his hands, patted his face and relaxed his skin before sitting on the sofa.

"What's up?"

"Sir, this is it. Regarding Pengpeng's matter, I have thought of a possible solution. Do you think it will work?" Zhuoyang couldn't wait to express his thoughts.

Regarding the conflict between David Luiz’s team’s defensive tactics and his personal offensive will, Zhuo Yang has communicated with Uncle Zha many times before, but has never found a suitable solution. It’s not that Klopp is indifferent and stubborn, in fact. It was out of consideration for the advancement and retreat of the team's defense that he valued Pengpeng very much.

Zhuo Yang will not make the same mistake as Lao Song again. He will shoulder everything on his behalf and discuss with Uncle Zha to find a win-win solution. The biggest advantage of the central defender's forward penetration is the suddenness of the attack and the gap in the opponent's defense. The biggest disadvantage is that he loses the ball after losing his position and is counterattacked by the opponent with more hits and fewer hits. There is no football tactic in the world that can guarantee a profit without losing money. Finding a balance between offense and defense has always been the core essence of football tactics.

Uncle Zha and Zhuo Yang have been trying to find a balance point, a simple model that is suitable for Pengpeng's offense and can be quantified.

Just now, when Zhuo Yang was watching Peng Peng helping him plant flowers and tidy up the house at home, Peng Peng steadily controlled the blade of the lawnmower with one hand and gave it to Zhuo Yang. He had an idea and thought of a possibility - controlling the ball!

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