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Standing outside the door of the beige room in the E6 corridor inside the Olympic Stadium building in Rome, Paolo Maldini's brain ached.

The Stadio Olimpico in Rome is shared by both teams, with whoever is the home team in the other dressing room being the away team's dressing room, and AC Milan are back in the dressing room of Lazio as they did in the FA Cup semi-final last time.

The square room with an area of about 30 square meters is a bit small, and the facilities are relatively simple, far less elegant and modern than the two large round dressing rooms in San Sirolia. In front of each block about one meter wide, there is a blue soft chair, and on the open small block partition, today's game jerseys and equipment are neatly stacked, and at the top of the block, there are two empty clothes racks, which can be hung in casual clothes or anything.

Zhuo Yang sat on the two adjacent chairs with Kaka just like last time, and the portable wash bag was still at his feet, the same bag as last time, and it was still those things inside. Zhuo Yang chatted with Kaka as he observed Maldini sitting in the chair in front of the first block in the doorway.

The horse team had been staring at Zhuo Yang since the whole team walked out of Rome Ciampino Airport just now, and when they entered the locker room, they locked him with a playful expression. Zhuo Yang pretended not to know anything, and hid behind his messy teammates to tease him several times while the horse team lowered his head and changed clothes.

Wait for Maldini to look up. "Zhuo Yang, what about Zhuo Yang?"

"What's the matter? Captain. Zhuo Yang's sharp voice suddenly appeared from behind him, startling Maldini.

After playing hide-and-seek like this a few times, Maldini felt that Zhuo Yang was a very boring person.

Maldini bent down to tie his shoes, Zhuo Yang quickly picked up the bag and stood up, and whispered to Kaka, "I'll go take a shower, you shut up and cover me, I won't smoke Gandy......"

Kaka pointed at Zhuo Yang and opened his mouth, and waited until Zhuo Yang's figure turned into the bathroom before he had a chance to say: "...... Bathe...... ...... again"

Closing his mouth, Kaka hurried to see the horse team again, and saw that Maldini had already tied his shoelaces and was straightening his waist, Kaka quickly folded his arms to his chest and leaned on the back of the chair, closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, like a fake sleeper on the bus who didn't want to give up his seat.

Maldini looked up, and the first thing he looked at was habitual.

The chair is empty!

Maldini didn't move, his eyes rolling around, wanting to see who Zhuo Yang was hiding behind this time. But after scanning several times, there was no trace of Zhuo Yang, and Marsherlock Holmes curled the corners of his mouth proudly. He jerked back and looked behind him—

Not even a ghost!

Maldini sat and twisted his head, and after a few seconds, he suddenly turned his head back to look at Kaka, who was pretending to be asleep, his eyes like a torch.

"Kaka, where's Zhuo Yang?" Kaka didn't wake up.

"Ka-ka! Kaka! "Kaka slept soundly.

"Kaka! Kaka, kaka, kaka! "Maldini is like a World War II carbine.

Young Master Ka was finally woken up by the sound of gunshots, and he tried to open his eyes, still looking left and right in a daze. "What's wrong? Who called me? Or is it time for someone's door to be repaired? "Just don't look at Maldini. To be honest, Kaka's acting skills are very clumsy, too superficial, completely formal, the character creation is superficial and soulless, the expression is stiff, and he can't get into the play at all.

Maldini's face was gloomy and he watched Kaka's performance until he couldn't play anymore, so he could only turn his gaze to Maldini with a flattering smile on his face.

Maldini's face sank like water. "Zhuo Yang ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Kaka had already popped a finger out of the bathroom and pointed at it. "Take a bath!"

Maldini's expression was distorted in an instant, and his facial features shifted like Van Gogh's paintings. "Again—Bath—Bath——!!" The sound is like a shovel scraping the bottom of a pot.

Kaka's clear and innocent eyes widened, his mouth was stretched out, his shoulders shrugged and his face was crying, with a standard 'I'm also helpless' body expression.

Maldini glanced at Kaka with all his might, fearing that he would spin off two taels of flesh, and then got up from his chair and chased after him into the bathroom. The AC Milan players in the locker room were all inexplicably looking at the scene that had just happened, and for some reason, Kaka continued to keep 'I'm helpless too!' Show them.

"Hey, Nei Shao, did you find it?" Cafu gently poked Nesta next to him with his elbow and whispered, "I noticed that Kaka looks a lot like that British Bean today." ”

"When you say it, it's really similar, absolutely."

Maybe it was because Kaka heard it, and the young master withdrew all his exaggerated expressions with a 'whoosh', and instantly became the Brazilian beautiful man who captivated the city and the country. Kaka stood up and said to himself, "It's itchy...... Bathe...... It's good to take a shower...... Maybe it won't itch anymore...... Let's wash one......

Muttering as if nothing had happened, he walked into the bathroom in all directions.

"Hey, Nei Shao, Kaka didn't even take off his sweater, what do you say he is taking a shower?" Puzzled, Cafu whispered to Nesta, "I think he actually wants to wash his sweater, right?" ”

"That's how it should be, he's ...... Absolutely! ”

.

In the coaching room, Ancelotti led a large group of assistant coaches to swallow the clouds and exhale the fog, and in the smoke, you can see seven or eight cigar heads flickering and dimming, and from time to time a round smoke ring rushes in, from fast to slow from small to large, and finally melts into the mist.

Goalkeeper coach Wiriam Vich seemed to suddenly remember something, and said indistinctly with a cigar in his mouth: "I still remember here two months ago, we were smoking, Zhuo Yang suddenly hurriedly came in and out, and after a while he came back in a hurry, and I don't know what the hell he was doing." ”

Ancelotti smiled and said, "Hehe, regardless of him, that kid rarely worries people......"

Before the words fell, the door leading to the bathroom side was pushed open with a 'bang', and Zhuo Yang hurriedly walked in with a small bag, his eyes looked at the legs of everyone present but did not stop, pointing to the door on the other side.

"What's that...... He...... This...... Outside...... That one...... Weather...... Walk ......"

'Bang Bang'! Pushed the door and went out.

Ancelotti and the others looked at each other, and for a moment they felt like they had collectively traveled back to the day of the FA Cup semi-final two months ago, and after coming to their senses, Coach Vicky quickly pulled out his phone to look at the date on it.

"That's right, it's April 1st." Puzzled, he raised his head and asked Ancelotti: "Carlo, what ......?"

'Bang Bang'! The bathroom door was pushed open again, and Maldini stepped in. "Meet Zhuo Yang......"

Coach Vicky quickly raised his hand to the door on the other side, Maldini also raised his arm and stretched out his finger to point over, and seeing Coach Vicky nod affirmatively, the horse team maintained this position and followed his fingers through the smoke.

"Paul, ...... you"

'Bang Bang'!

A group of monks and monks are all confused, you look at me, I look at you, and finally look at Ancelotti together. "What's outside the door?"

"Aisle! We just came in from there......"

'Bang Bang'! Kaka walked in, and Zhuo Yang had told him about the doorway after the last time, so Kaka knew where to go.

With a humble, kind, confident and serene smile on his face, the young master raised his right arm and clenched his fist, nodding and greeting everyone.

"Come on!"

"Come on!"

"Come on!"

……

'Bang Bang'! Kaka chased after him, leaving only a chaotic cloud of smoke and a flock of stunned coaches in the room.

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