Hearing Shaheen's challenge, Mesut Ozil naturally thought he was talking about the German national team. Although both of them are second-generation Turkish immigrants, they were born and raised in Germany, and they have long been integrated into the atmosphere of German society. Although they are still hesitating about Turkey or Germany, their hearts naturally desire Germany, at least that's how Ozil understands it.

"Of course we dare, let's compare who plays in the national team first and who scores in the national team first." Anyway, it would be several years, and Ozil didn't believe that he would improve slower than Saheen if he practiced every day under the nose of Boss Zhuo.

"Okay, it's a deal!" At this moment, Shaheen made up his mind.

Many times, it's because of a small episode that influences the making of a major decision. Because of the bet with Mesut Ozil, the day after the game, Shaheen agreed to the invitation of the head coach of the Turkish national team, Trim, and soon became the youngest player in the history of the Turkish national team to score in a friendly match.

Ozil, who lost the bet, was naturally surprised, he never dreamed that Shaheen would choose Turkey without hesitation. It is precisely because of this that the angry Ozil is determined not to marry the German team, and no matter how much the Turkish national team calls for it, no matter how attentive he is, he will never take care of it, and he will wait until he becomes famous and is naturally selected for the German national team.

And the different choices between the two seem to be a watershed, whether it is in the national team or club, whether it is championship glory or football status, Ozil will throw Shaheen far, far away. When he finally won the World Cup and became a key player in the German team, Shahin announced his retirement from the Turkish national team. That year, the former genius Nuri Shaheen was only 28 years old.

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Mesut Ozil's goal did not allow Madiburg to win a single victory, and after Madiborg took a 3-2 lead, the cautious scumbag Jurgen Klopp replaced Zhuo Yang, who was still slightly sore in his knee, with Debich. As a result, Dortmund, who lost their shackles, scored twice in the 83rd minute by Polish striker Smolanek to tie the score at 3:3. However, Borussia Dortmund also paid a big price for this goal.

Brazilian full-back Dede forced his way past Sacha Ritter and headed in a cross that resulted in the goal, and he also fell off the pitch and couldn't get back to his feet. Limped and was replaced, and Dede became the fifth player to tear a ligament at the start of the Dortmund season.

Maybe Bumblebee has bad feng shui this season.

In the end, both sides took a point each, which was not a big match but acceptable, and Madiburg drew two consecutive league games.

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It wasn't until after seven o'clock on Tuesday morning that the sky finally cleared, and the rain that had suddenly come to an end after three days of rain from that game finally stopped as if I was tired. Such a morning will make people feel lazy from the bones, and after the winter rain, it is undoubtedly the best time to hide in the warm bed.

Zhuo Yang also got up a little late today, and he always woke up naturally when it was bright in the past. I slept late last night, not practicing, my sister came back with Sun Yumei yesterday, and Mark, he also came back from Spain on the second floor, and a few people celebrated lively, so they delayed the rest time.

The thick dust that adhered to the solitary leaves of the tree trunks was washed away by the rain, and the air in Hanover, which was already very clean, seemed to be much more transparent in winter, the withered trees, rivers, buildings, and roads no longer looked cold, and the white sunlight through the crevices of the clouds that gradually dispersed seemed to become warmer.

Zhuo Yang stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window of the piano room with hot coffee, the sunlight lazily sprinkled on him through the glass, and his face felt like spring.

Everyone else has not woken up yet, still sleeping sweetly in the comfortable bed, this laziness, is precisely to live up to this best morning. Zhuo Yang didn't habitually start practicing, because he didn't want to wake them up, he didn't want to wake Sun Yumei.

As long as he saw Yumei, Zhuo Yang was always very happy, as long as he saw her big eyes, Zhuo Yang's words seemed to become clumsy, and he didn't even know what to say. So, I had to smile happily, and my smile was as lovely and warm as the sunshine after the rain.

There were only a few thin veil-like wisps of clouds still wandering in the pale blue sky, perhaps there was a slight wind in the high places of the day, and the faint clouds drifted softly into the distance with slow steps, and it seemed to be reluctant to give up.

Zhuo Yang really wanted to say something to Yumei, say something in his heart, or ask her what story was in those eyes. In last night's dream, he dreamed of the beautiful pair of sheared autumn pupils again, and there seemed to be a lot of things to say to him in his eyes, Zhuo Yang wanted to hear what it wanted to tell him, but in the haze, he could only feel the tenderness that made his heart move.

Did you dream of me too? Yumei, what do your eyes want to tell me?

The rain dissipated, so that the Eiffel Mountain in the distance was clearly visible, the blue-black mountain was inlaid with a golden edge in the sun, Zhuo Yang could even see the staggered mountains on the mountain, and the stars at the end of the mountain that had not had time to go home. Perhaps, those starlights are also nostalgic for something, otherwise how could they be reluctant to quietly disappear.

Zhuo Yang wanted to read the words in Yumei's eyes, and he also remembered the tenderness in Beverly's eyes, which he could always read.

He has always been reluctant to admit in his heart that he decided to leave Beverly Deng because of Yumei, and to admit this, he must admit that he has already seen something different. However, as time flies, and more than half a year has passed since he broke up with Beverly, Zhuo Yang finally realized, and had to realize, that he ruthlessly turned around and left that night in Milan, which was not a kind of excuse.

Perhaps, he didn't love Beverly as much as he thought he did in the first place, and perhaps, he didn't really put her in an equal relationship in the first place. Perhaps, from the moment Sun Yumei reappeared, Zhuo Yang had already begun to look for excuses.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Yang was much more relaxed, and admitting his hypocrisy was not a relief. Love is like time, you can't keep what you leave, you can only cherish what you should cherish. He no longer hated Beverly, who 'betrayed' him, and did not tell his sister Zhuo Qiu the reason for the breakup, and he took care of everything when the dust settled, and all the secrets were kept by himself.

Zhuo Yang just wants to cherish the Yumei in front of him, he likes her eccentricity and sorrow, and even likes her nervousness. He liked everything about her, including her unclear heart.

"Zhuo Yang, you got up so early."

Yumei was wearing a fluffy yellow pajamas, with two long lotus-like legs sticking out of the hem, and she leaned against the door and looked at Zhuo Yang. The delicate and fragrant jade neck exudes from the neckline of the pajamas, like a leisurely magnolia. Zhuo Yang laughed, and the same sunlight seemed to shine into the piano room again.

Yumei also smiled, a pair of big eyes immediately narrowed, turning into two curved moons, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned upward, and she could see the two cute little dimples on her face. Zhuo Yang was drunk at this moment.

"Look,...... I haven't brushed my teeth yet...... "Yumei also seemed to be a little incoherent. "You...... Play the piano for me, will you? Good no good? ”