Pampas waist

Defending Messi, the flexible little man has an advantage over the big man, but it is still of no use.

Fifteen minutes later, looking at Yuto Nagatomo who was sweating profusely and unable to close his legs at all, Chen Mo, who was sitting on the sidelines drinking water, scratched the back of his head and said, "Let's stop here."

"Ha Yi! Ha Yi...ah, you are too much!!!"

The highlight in Nagatomo Yuto's eyes disappeared, he bowed deeply to the two of them and picked up the schoolbag next to him. At this time.

"Don't be too disappointed, no one on this planet can defend Messi one-on-one, and in fact, your physical talent is pretty good."

"Nani? Are you trying to comfort me?!"

Hearing the sound coming from behind, Nagatomo Yudu's eyes widened instantly and he looked at Chen Mo in disbelief. Chen Mo shrugged and said with a smile: "I have no reason to comfort you. Although you were shaken very embarrassed, your balance and foot speed are still there."

All very good.

You were in a very awkward situation just now. You were hit all the time and never touched the ball once. But even so, you didn't fall down because of the drastic changes in rhythm and center of gravity.

Being short and having a low center of gravity is partly due to your natural ability to control your body. Just behind you, I can clearly see that when faced with Leo's different movements, the tightness of your body muscles will also change.

Change accordingly.

I don’t know about the others, but in my opinion, you are at least talented in this area."

He was really not trying to comfort the other person. Just like Chen Mo, who had never deliberately trained his eyesight, he was able to capture more details on the field that others could not capture. This kind of subconscious reaction is actually part of football talent.

After hearing Chen Mo talking a lot, Nagatomo Yuto's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he bowed repeatedly: "Arigado! Aligado! Thank you for your advice!"

"That's it. Xiaomei, keep running."

With that said, Chen Mo turned around and was about to go for a run. At this time, Chang Youyou quickly put down his schoolbag: "Can you let me run with you?!"

"Okay, as long as you can keep up."

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"This guy is really good in physical fitness, but who is he?"

The bright moon is reflected in the sea. Antonella and Yueji Xun, who have returned from shopping, are sitting on chairs in the stadium. The sea breeze blows on their faces. They look at the three people running under the street lamp not far away. Yueji Xun brushes his long hair and hugs her.

The little orange cat looked up, a little curious.

"He's a fan of Moissan."

On the grill next to it, Sanji Kaoru grilled steak with a white bandage on his head. His eyes were half-squinted due to the smoke. Yuechi Kaoru was stunned: "Fans?"

"Well, he came here specially from Meiji University. He said he wanted to show Mersang whether he has football talent."

"That's it."

Yuechi Xun nodded, crossed his elegant legs, and said with a smile: "By the way, has Mr. Sanji persuaded his mother to play football in a foreign country? Your brother Xiao Mo has made an agreement with their coach to let you join Arsenal's U10 team.

Youth training echelon."

"Hey! Forget it, she said I had to make it to the All-Japan Youth Football Conference before she would let me go abroad. It's really annoying!"

Mikaru Kaoru frowned in discomfort. Although the All-Japan Youth Football Conference is a U12 level competition, the Japan High School League is similar, and the competition is even more intense. After all, there are more elementary schools than junior high schools.

Seeing Mikaru's distressed expression, Yuechi Kaoru smiled and said: "That's right, but it's a good thing. If you can't dominate Japan, then there's no point in going abroad."

"Oh! I know, I know! You women always say the same thing! It's so annoying!"

Mikasa Kaoru, who was barely seven years old this year, rolled her eyes.

A few people were chatting, and soon, the steak test was passed.

Normally, you can't eat directly after exercise, but that's for ordinary people. For people like Chen Mo and Messi, who live extremely regular lives for more than 300 days out of 365 days a year, this happens occasionally.

It’s okay to do it.

Nagatomo Yuto was a little embarrassed at first, but at Chen Mo's invitation he also stayed and ate together.

To be honest, Chen Mo quite admired this guy. The long-distance running just now was not particularly long, but he and Messi were professional athletes after all, and they ran relatively fast, not the kind of leisurely jogging at night in college.

During the whole process, Nagatomo ran and vomited seven times, but every time after vomiting, he would stagger to catch up again.

Chen Mo always has some appreciation for people who work hard and refuse to give up easily. However, Nagatomo Yuto is a college student after all. After vomiting seven times, he really couldn't eat anything and could only sit and drink water in a daze.

, watching several people eating and drinking.

Soon, after finishing the steak dinner, under the moonlight, Chen Mo and others left in the direction of Yuechi's seafood restaurant. Before leaving, he agreed to Nagatomo Yuto's request to come and train together.

Just like that, there was an extra little guy in the daily training.

Chen Mo was quite happy. After all, playing against Messi is really easy for people to become autistic.

The same goes for Messi. Chen Mo couldn't guard against his changes in rhythm, and he couldn't guard against Chen Mo's body. Every time he was pushed away by Chen Mo, he would doubt his life.

But now, the doormat is here.

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The days passed day by day, and in the blink of an eye, the training day for the World Youth Championship arrived.

"Arigado! Arigado! Thank you very much for taking care of my son Nagatomo during this time. These are the red blessing cakes and dorayaki I made. You can take them with you to eat on the road."

"You're welcome, then, Nagatomo-kun, I hope you will become stronger next time we meet, and the same goes for you, Mikado-kun."

"Bon voyage, Messang, Messang."

"Arigadoquossimas! Please take care of yourself!"

"Haha, let's go."

At the Tokyo International Airport, with Nagatomo Yuto and his mother bowing deeply and a group of relatives and friends bidding farewell, Chen Mo and Messi carried their bags and embarked on a flight to the Netherlands with their two girls.

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As a country of windmills, the Netherlands not only has nests, but also tulips and windmills, as well as countless sexy European beauties.

As the most famous "European sex city" in the world, the Netherlands is very open. To the extent that it is open, the glass houses of European-style buildings on the roadside are shining with colorful and ambiguous lights. There are beauties wearing bikinis dancing directly next to the glass windows.

Recruiting guests.

Fortunately, according to local government regulations, these beauties can only solicit customers from the floor-to-ceiling windows and cannot directly go to the streets to solicit customers.

To put it simply, you can spread your legs by the window, but you cannot walk on the street and extend your hands.

"Ahem, I really didn't know this was the case."

"Only a ghost can believe you, let's go now!"

At nightfall, while walking on the bustling streets of Amsterdam, Chen Mo's arm was tightly held by Yuechi Xun, his head was looking at the middle of the road, but his eyes unconsciously glanced at the red houses on both sides.

I can't help it, this kind of scene that can't even be filmed in a small movie is so shocking.

free!

It’s the taste of freedom!

It smells like the sea!

But as we passed through the red light district, the world in front of us returned to normal.

They couldn't live with their families during training, and the two girls wanted to watch the game, so they had to find a luxury hotel not far from the training ground and with good security to stay.

After arranging their families, Chen Mo and Messi took a taxi to the temporarily rented training base in Argentina. As soon as they walked into the big iron gate, a familiar voice came from the window.

"Boss."

Turning around to look, Di Maria, who was sweating profusely and holding a water bottle, was waving outside the window.