On Sunday afternoon, Zheng Zhi wanted to go to Yang Chen's house, but as soon as he walked out of the door, he saw a car parked in front of Yang Chen's house a hundred meters away.

Zheng Zhi stopped here, he couldn't make a light bulb.

However, this is not what Mao saw the night before yesterday?

The woman that Brother Yang brings home every time seems to be different......

He has lived here for two weeks, and this is the third woman Yang Chen has brought home, one with short hair, one with long hair, and one with blonde hair, which is very varied.

In this regard, he admires Yang Chen more......

Wu Di didn't seem to have come back from going to do his hair in the morning, so he could only go shopping alone.

He subconsciously wanted to dig it out......

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I didn't expect that walking on the streets of Frankfurt, there were still fans who knew him. A male fan about forty years old took the initiative to greet Zheng Zhi.

"Hey, Yang, did a great job yesterday."

"Hey, hello, thanks."

"It's a pity you won't be able to play in the next game, otherwise we should have a lot easier at home to Nuremberg."

Zheng Zhi still knows a little German, so it's no problem to say hello, but he quickly explains in English that he is not good at German.

He didn't understand that.

It was embarrassing, and the fan didn't understand his English either.

Fortunately, another fan came at this time, and then helped Zheng Zhi explain.

"Hit Nuremberg?"

"Don't worry, without me, the team would have taken Nuremberg."

Zheng Zhi is still very familiar with the impression of Nuremberg, the relegation opponent that Frankfurt killed that year was Nuremberg, Nuremberg finally ranked 18th, and Frankfurt ranked 17th, just relegation.

'They started well but they were limited in the end and we're improving and we're seven points now.

……

Just a very bland encounter.

7 points, Zheng Zhi suddenly realized, no, this time it doesn't have to be relegated, maybe the results can be improved, to be a relegation team, how short-sighted!

After that, Zheng Zhi walked into a supermarket, purchased some daily necessities, and there was no competition for the next two weeks, and only training remained. The next ten days are international breaks, and the team doesn't play, even if

Eintracht Frankfurt FC does not have many internationals, so there is no holiday in these ten days.

Against a relegation rival like Nuremberg, Emmantraut must be ready for a tough battle.

So far, the club's goal has been relegation, and there is no other point in mind.

But for Emman Trout, the most frustrating thing is that Zheng Zhi was suspended by a red card, and he can only use other players in the selection of midfield.

It would have been nice if Zheng Zhi hadn't had that red card, and he would have won Nuremberg City at home.

But now he can only go the old way, he can only choose one of the other players to partner with Schneider.

And Zheng Zhi can't enter the main lineup, so he can only be a sparring partner.

The effect is definitely different from before, and the effect with and without Zheng Zhi can be clearly seen. Emman Trout nagged about that red card more than once......

Every day, after Zheng Zhi practiced with the team, he went to the gym alone to practice for an hour. He's going to grow now, he's going to get stronger.

He needs strength, strength to compete with any Bundesliga player.

Often the gym staff is off work, and Zheng Zhi is still training. Even Zheng Zhi was a little embarrassed, affecting others to get off work.

In the end, he discussed with the staff, and he continued to stay and practice, and he came back to clean and lock the door.

Anyway, his life is not as colorful as Yang Chen, so he can only stay in the gym.

When he returned home, Wu Di had already prepared a meal, Sichuan men could cook, and the house was full of vegetables, and even Yang Chen would often come over to eat, and each time he brought a different woman.

Zheng Zhi eats a lot of food, consumes too much energy on the training ground, and he urgently needs to replenish his nutrition. But Zheng Zhi is very picky and doesn't eat everything. He also gave Wu Di advice to strictly follow the nutritious recipes provided by the club and not to always cook Chinese food.

"Professional players, it's better to have a fixed nutritional supply, now that we are young, we may not be able to see it, and when we get older, the gap will come out."

Yang Chen glanced at Zheng Zhi in surprise and said, "You kid is always old-fashioned, talking to my parents, I really doubt that you are eighteen years old." ”

"Why are you so harsh?"

"I can't even eat well, so what's the point of living?"

In this regard, Yang Chen felt unimpressed.

"In a foreign country, it is a kind of happiness to be able to eat good food at home, and you can't kill this beauty!"

For food, Yang Chen is absolutely in favor of domestic production.

However, Wu Di did not blindly obey, he felt that what Zheng Zhi said was more reasonable.

If he had come to Europe to gild, he would not have waded into this troubled water.

The next day, he quickly went to the club's nutritionist as Zheng Zhi said and asked for a recipe for three meals a day.

turned out to be tragic, he didn't understand Western food. But he soon hired a nutritionist from the senior talent market to cook for Zheng Zhi.

Since he wants to do it, he will do it most professionally, and he will put the treasure on Zheng Zhi.

The treatment is not cheap, but Wu Di is willing to pay for it.

As a result, Yang Chen, who came to eat that night, was depressed.

is also equipped with a nutritionist, this old Wu is too serious!

"Old Wu, did you really hire a nutritionist for him?"

"It's over, what am I going to eat?"

"Otherwise, he eats him. Shall I eat with you? You don't eat Western food too, do you? ”

Wu Di grinned.

"Of course I eat Chinese food."

"But I also asked the dietitian to make you a Western meal. I think Zheng Zhi is very reasonable, as professional players, you should follow the laws of sports more strictly, otherwise you may collapse by the age of 30. ”

Yang Chen was silent, he understood the reason, but he didn't take it seriously. He felt that as long as his life was regular, his body would not be bad.

Originally, I was lonely in Germany, and eating some food from my motherland was a kind of comfort.

But since Wu Di spoke, he didn't say anything more.

Wu Di glanced at him.

"I'll tell you something."

"About Schlapner."

"Schlapner?"

"It's a bad thing, it's kind of bad."

Yang Chen pricked up his ears, his relationship with Schlapner is so good, what bad things can be?

He wouldn't have been to Frankfurt without Schlapner. No matter how bad things can be, as long as you can play football.

"Say it."