“... After receiving the instructions and encouragement from the top leaders of the big RB empire football team, I believe that I have given you a burst of strength for your sincere heart of courage and good fighting! ”

"This is a battle that will block the fate of the national team, and the key to victory or defeat lies in your group of elites full of glory."

"Today, here, as this battle is about to begin, I will no longer make useless spiritual speeches."

"Maezono-kun."

"Hello!" The true saint of the front garden, who was called by name, immediately stepped out and answered loudly.

"Please raise the historic plaster flag!"

"Hello!!"

Looking at the red heart on a white background and a mustache under his nose, the Japanese coach shouted: "We will return home in triumph in this plaster flag!! ”

"Onboard! Onboard!! On-board !! The coach roared.

"Onboard! Onboard!! On-board !! The Azzurri on the pitch also shouted face to face, raising their hands above their heads with each shout, full of ceremony.

After the reprimand, Maezono Shinsheng ran a few steps and slapped the No. 14 player in front of him on the shoulder.

"He, he, he..." The No. 14 young man sank his left shoulder and quickly covered his shoulder with his other hand. Maeda-kun, what are you doing here? ”

"Nakata-san, have you been thinking about anything lately?" The true saint of the front garden said seriously.

"Thoughts? What's on my mind! Maezono Shinsheng slapped very hard, and until now Nakata Hidetoshi still grinned a little painfully.

"No, Nakata-san, my gut tells me that you must have something on your mind!" Maezono Zhensheng shook his head, and then guessed, "Is it because of Miss Yoshiko from her hometown?" Or the Brazilian Perona girl? ”

"No, no, it's not because of them..."Nakata quickly defended.

However, Maezono didn't give Nakata a chance to defend himself at all, "If it's the latter, Nakata-san, I advise you to cut off all contact with her." You have to remember that we are athletes of the big RB empire and must not have feelings for aliens, understand? ”

"Hello!" Hidetoshi Nakata decisively folded his legs together and bowed in response.

"Yo Sai~~~ Nakata-san, you will become the leader of the Great RB Empire!" Seeing that Nakata's attitude was very upright, Maezono Zhensheng nodded with satisfaction, "Nakata-san, you are also tired from the training camp in the past few days." Rest early! Tomorrow is the day to fight the ZN people, I don't want you to play abnormally because you haven't rested well, understand? ”

"Hello!!" This time, Nakata's waist bent deeper.

Maezono Shinsei is the captain of the Japanese Olympic team, and Hidetoshi Nakata is a returnee from Japan.

In Japan, this kind of admonition from the old players to the new players and the superiors to the subordinates can only be nodded and agreed.

Studying abroad in Brazil has made Hidetoshi Nakata a far superior to his peers in terms of both football skills and football vision. In Japan, a country that worships the strong, players like Hidetoshi Nakata have been called the pride of the sky, and the Japanese team is also doing their best to train Hidetoshi Nakata as the captain of the future national team.

Maezono Shinsheng is the leader of Nakata's return to China.

After returning to the dormitory, Hidetoshi Nakata decisively pulled out a color photo from a drawer.

In the middle of the photo, there is a busty beauty wearing sunglasses, wearing a bikini, and stepping barefoot on the beach.

Without saying a word, Hidetoshi Nakata directly tore the photo to shreds and threw it into the trash can next to him.

At that moment, Nakata's face was full of fortitude.

Looking at the empty drawer, Nakata reached out again and pulled out a black and white photo from inside.

In the photo, a young girl in a kimono is tilting her head, holding a watermelon, and smiling like spring.

"Yoshiko..."Hidetoshi Nakata muttered, closing his eyes, turning his head, and slowly tearing the photo from the middle.

One, two, three... Nakata's hand tore faster and faster until he couldn't tear anymore. As soon as his hands were loosened, fragments of the photographs were scattered all over the ground.

At that moment, Nakata's heart seemed to be empty.

Nakata reached into the drawer for the third time, and after missing two photos, the drawer was empty. But Nakata was still groping, and suddenly there was a shudder all over his body, and he seemed to feel fear.

When he withdrew his right hand again, he had an extra trimmed newspaper in his hand.

In the background of the newspaper is a green field, and a handsome young man wearing the No. 20 uniform is horizontal in the air, with a serious face. On his chest, there was a black and white ball, which was firmly held to death by his two large hands. Behind him was a white net. It's just that he blocked the ball in the path in time.

It was a headline photo of Ou Chuliang that Hidetoshi Nakata had cropped from a local newspaper while studying in Brazil. Every time he sees Ou Chuliang's save, Nakata Hidetoshi will remember that every shot he shot was just stopped by Ou Chuliang. How many nights have Nakata Hidetoshi woken up from his dreams, and Ou Chuliang and Jianlibao have become his nightmares.

"Ou Sang..."Nakata Hidetoshi gritted his teeth, staring at Ou Chuliang's face in the yellowed newspaper, his eyes revealing a series of complex emotions such as fear, unwillingness, anger, and expectation.

"Will you be playing?"

A cold light flashed in Nakata's eyes, and he took a picture of the newspaper.

"Woo Lang!"

With the knife in hand, a paper cutter accurately pierced Ou Chuliang's waist and nailed the newspaper to the table.

In the photo, Ou Chuliang's eyes are still so cold and deep.

Even if he has been "cut off", his eyes still reveal disdain for the person in front of him.

Nakata Hidetoshi gritted his back molars and said, "After that, I've trained strong enough to challenge you!" Ausan, you await my vengeful wrath! ”

However, Ou Chuliang in the photo is still expressionless, as if he is sneering at Nakata Hidetoshi's self-indulgent behavior.

"You..." Just when Nakata Hideshou wanted to pull out the knife and continue to stab, the corners of Ou Chuliang's mouth in the photo suddenly grinned, revealing a sneer.

In an instant, Hidetoshi Nakata was so frightened that he immediately took a step back and bumped into a chair next to him.

I wiped my eyes with my hands. Ou Chuliang in the photo is still the same as before.

"Whew~~~Whew~~~Whew~~~Is it an illusion?" Hidetoshi Nakata leaned back in his chair, gasping for air. picked up the water cup on the side again, and poured a few sips of it to cool it open. Before he knew it, Nakata's forehead and sideburns were already soaked with sweat.

As the sun set, Hidetoshi Nakata bypassed the table, pushed open the window, and took a deep breath.

"I'm really tired." After muttering to himself, Hidetoshi Nakata stripped naked and walked towards the bathroom.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the table, and Ou Chuliang was still lying there, holding the black and white football firmly.