Klopp watched terrified on the sidelines, these lads are his sweethearts, and he is about to win the game, if he hurts one more, he will have no place to cry. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoFortunately, there is not much time left.

The clock was 90 minutes and the fourth referee signalled for four minutes of stoppage time.

De Jong scrambled with the opposing player, and the ball bounced onto his lap and rolled quickly towards the touchline. Originally, there was no danger at all, but Zhuo Yang stuck out his tongue like crazy and chased after him desperately. This area is near the corner area near the Madiburg youth team's half-time, and Zhuo Yang didn't want to give the opponent a throw-in in this excellent position. Squeezing his physical strength, his professionalism and willpower are not to be said, and he finally got the ball back the moment the football went out of bounds. Then as soon as he turned around, Zhuo Yang was stunned.

In front of him stood a defender, Tarzan Quentin Oscar.

This big man has almost no defensive tasks on the field, because he is a forward arrow, and because his turning and speed are very good, the highest defensive skill is the eyes. Oscar didn't deliberately run over to defend, but because he had been working with Mertesacker in the penalty area for 90 minutes, and he was also annoyed by Mertesacker, so he slipped to the sideline to breathe, but he didn't expect Zhuo Yang to just come back here to save the ball.

Tarzan of the apes and Xiao Li Feidao met unexpectedly.

Oscar pondered, this kid just made Dimiz suffer such a big loss, it seems that the month is decided, and I have to give him a little bit to help Dimiz vent his anger. Oscar and Youssef have a good personal relationship, a pair of good friends. Thinking so, Oscar stretched out his body and slammed into Zhuo Yang with his hard arms, like a gorilla snatching his mate.

As soon as Zhuo Yang finished saving the ball and turned around, he saw this piece of meat coming sideways, and he didn't have time to dodge. He simply tied his horse to build a bridge, and the soles of his feet were about to step into the soil, and with the help of his strength, he resisted the hammer.

The audience, the players on both sides, the coach's bench, the referee's bench, all seemed to hear an earth-shattering Mars hitting the earth. But after the impact, the imaginary scene of the petite Zhuo Yang flying out did not appear.

Zhuo Yang skillfully used the cushioning between the muscles, quite a bit of a thousand catties, to defuse this barbarian attack. He and Oscar both shook three times, each taking a step back, apparently evenly divided. But Zhuo Yang's retreat was still with the ball.

Everyone is a little dumbfounded at this moment, which is too unscientific. Height and weight are several levels wrong, and Hagrid, the giant of Hogwarts, didn't do Harry Potter? Oscar was also a little dumbfounded, he didn't reserve anything at all, and used ten percent of his strength, even if a cow was knocked away by himself. This kid is a monster!

Zhuo Yang is not a monster, Zhuo Yang knows martial arts.

Zhuo Yang is a person who has revenge, but of course he will not be stupid enough to crash back again, which is what Duke Mottley would do if he is stupid and out of stock.

Zhuo Yang is a hooligan!

Zhuo Yang flicked the ball, pulled it again, twisted it, and played tricks. Oscar watched Zhuo Yang's level of play in the half, he knew his own catty, and he was not confident that he could break the ball to prevent the Chinese boy. But as a professional player, he subconsciously stretched out his legs to reach the ball, but it was not enough, and the football was turned back to the left by Zhuo Yang, and Oscar subconsciously reached the left, and the ball went to the right again. When he screwed it back, Zhuo Yang was four or five meters away from him with the ball.

Oscar finally couldn't control his body's center of gravity anymore and fell on his back, smashing grass clippings on the grass like a mountain peak.

Hooligans know martial arts, and no one can stop them!

Then I heard Oscar rubbing his thighs and screaming. Thinking against the body, consciousness ahead of IQ, this guy also strained his thigh muscles.

When Quentin Oscar was carried off the field on a stretcher, the four volunteers were shivering with exhaustion. It's heavy, it's a big job!

Until the referee blew the final whistle, his teammates looked at Zhuo Yang in a strange way. There is no cheer of victory, no excitement of reversal.

Mertesacker came over cautiously after a while: "That, Zhuo, you that, the ancient Chinese curse, that ......, it's a joke, right?" ”

Zhuo Yang: "......"

Piggy: "Why don't you try again, Zhuo?" I've put up with that goalkeeper for a long time......"

Zhuo Yang: "......"

Ribery: "Zhuo, can you teach me the spell, you know, our family was ...... and lost......"

Zhuo Yang: "......"

The bus back was full of laughter and the little pig's interjection. Klopp secretly called the boss Mr. Mullen, and then stood up with a red face and clapped his hands to signal everyone to be quiet: "In this reversal, we also rose to the second place, and the boss agreed, and gave everyone a bonus, each of them with a week's salary!" ”

Cheers erupted from the car. Money is an aphrodisiac for men.

Zhuo Yang: "Sir, that French dinner ......"

Jurgen Klopp: "......"

Frank Ribery scratched his head: "Look, sir, you know, right?" My father's French restaurant is not big, but it tastes pretty good. Trust me, Dad will definitely give us a discount. ”

Jurgen Klopp: "......"

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This is a small but very atmospheric French restaurant.

White exterior walls, black wrought-iron doors and windows, and two oak barrels in the doorway. Inside, the cable-stayed ceilings are staggered, and the quiet canal flows outside the window.

Twenty or so big men packed the small restaurant, the elegant restaurant became a lively vegetable market, and the noble French cuisine made this group of rough people with male hormone explosions eat into food stalls.

Cow chews peony!

Mr. Ribery Sr., Ribery's father, Scarface, looked at these noisy young men with a smile as if he were looking at a walking euro banknote. Scar Ribery and Zhuo Yang make cameo appearances as waiters, like two hunky butterflies shuttling through the crowd.

On the upright piano in the corner, Zhuo Yang played "Happy Shepherd" to help everyone drink. Closing his eyes, he stroked the keyboard and wondered: this is a good place, can I have a date with Ressa here?

The bill, which has already been heavily discounted, still makes Mr. Jurgen Klopp's liver tremble!

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Sunday, sunny and breezy.

The University of Music Hannover in late autumn is beautiful and intoxicating. The sturdy and tall maple trees stretch out in all directions, and the patchwork of the campus is full of forests. The red leaves are swaying, and these red leaves shake slightly in the autumn wind, falling from time to time, spreading a red carpet on the campus. The fallen leaves are like red butterflies fluttering. There are also lonely maple trees, which look like a fireworks blooming eternally from a distance.

The autumn sun is not as warm as the summer sun, nor is it as cool as the winter sun. The autumn sun is warm, gently sprinkled on the face, like a mother caressing. The autumn sky is very blue, the blue is charming, the blue is clear, and the clarity is dotted with white clouds, quiet and tranquil.

Sweetness in winter, romance in spring, sexy in summer. And autumn is the season of first love!

A road on the campus lined with maple trees on both sides resembles a long red tunnel. Zhuo Yang was standing on the side of the road, a thin gray-black sweater, revealing the collar of a black-and-red plaid shirt, a pair of tight light brown trousers, and brown retro mid-heeled leather shoes. It's a standard student attire, with some turtles. But with Zhuo Yang's handsome oriental face and his tall and standard body shape, he wears a classical taste. His sentimental bike leaned against a tree, and the wide, thick frame was a little old.

The chrysanthemum remnants still have proud frost branches, and the young man with fresh clothes and angry horses.

Zhuo Yang was holding a red leaf in his hand, drawing circles or squares on the ground on his toes, his heart full of anticipation and anxiety.

Yesterday was a match day, today the team is rested, there are no classes on Sundays in the school, and it is rare to have a day of leisure, so Zhuo Yang mustered up the courage to ask Ryshakova to make an appointment.

Ryshakova was still a little surprised, because this was the first time Zhuo Yang took the initiative to contact her. Recently, this big boy doesn't know what he's busy with, he's in a hurry all day long, and he can only chat casually when he meets occasionally, so that she doesn't have a chance to start.

Reshakova is very fond of having sex in different environments and with different men, and she is fascinated by this feeling of freedom of body and desire. Ryshakova has a noble and intellectual mysticism in front of strange or unconquering men, but when she is in bed with men, she can be crazy and unscrupulous, and even appear despicable and masochistic.

But all this is the desire of the body, the conquest of desire, and the freedom of the spirit and the joy of indulgence.

All this has nothing to do with love.

Ryshakova doesn't collect love, she only collects men. For her, love is just the fragrance of flowers when a girl is ignorant, and the destination of a woman when she is tired.

There are always some girls who indulged and promiscuity in their youth and liked to say: When I get tired of playing, I will find an honest man to marry. The honest man was furious: Did we honest people dig up your ancestral grave?

None of this is right or wrong.

Everyone has the right to choose their way of life, as long as you are willing to take responsibility for your choices, as long as it does not get in the way of others.

Resa Kova walked from afar, the black and white intricate pattern of the close slim pants, the perfect expression of her slender and slender, the white background of the light black pinstripe shirt open, the white tight underwear revealed her pride, gypsy-style handmade wooden necklace, with the undulation of the curve on the chest, the thick-soled black matte leather shoes make the whole figure more elegant.

"Hi, Zhuo." Ryshakova's smile seemed to dispel the dark clouds over the Caribbean Sea. "Is this the car you were talking about on the phone?"

"Uh-huh, it's cool, isn't it?" Zhuo Yang patted the sentimental bicycle very confidently.

"Wow, that's cool, I guess, I haven't been in such a cool car for at least 10 years, yes, at least 10 years!"

"Okay, Ressa, today I'm your driver. It is an honor to serve the beautiful Miss Reshakova. "Men are always very attentive in front of beautiful women, and Zhuo Yang is no exception.

"I'm curious where my driver will take me." With her hands behind her back and her upper body leaning forward slightly, she was playful and brisk. "Are you ready to go?"

"Please get in the car, Ressa. We Chinese are all old drivers. ”

The bell rang with a clang, clang.

"Ressa, you're very beautiful today!"

"Thanks, Zhuo."

"Do you know why there are no stars and no moon during the day?"

"Why?"

"Because they all fall in your eyes......"

The two men's bikes faded away in the tunnel of red maple trees, and the maple leaves slowly fell behind them.

If time could be frozen, it would be a beautiful oil painting.

Zhuo Yang carried Resa Kova along the riverbank slowly, Resa wrapped her arms around Zhuo Yang's waist and leaned on Zhuo Yang's broad back. The two of them chatted nonsense while admiring the scenery of the canal.

Love is two people chatting endlessly about nonsense, and no one gets tired of it. - Zhuo Tongtong

Gradually, Ryshakova had a strange feeling, strange but somewhat familiar, like a girl in middle school who receives a note for the first time. It's been too long and Ryshakova, who has forgotten this feeling, has some confusion in her heart.

No impatient undressing, no crazy demands, just simple and casual nonsense, just autumn sunshine and beautiful canals.

Ryshakova suddenly became a little obsessed with this feeling and wanted to stay this quiet Sunday.

Many years later, with her granddaughter, Ryshakova still remembers that afternoon on the banks of the Hannover Canal.

Zhuo Yang felt the plumpness and pride of Ryshakova on his back, his face was red, his ears were red, and his head was sweating.

Ribery's French restaurant, called 'Left Bank', is a bit cheesy.

Zhuo Yang walked into the left bank with Ressa, and Ribery greeted her: "Wow, Zhuo, is this your girlfriend?" You're so enviable. ”

Zhuo Yang didn't explain: "Ressa, this is my friend, Frank, Frank Ribery. Frank, this is Ressa, Reshakova. ”

"Hi, Frank." Ryshakova is noble and generous.

"Hello, Ressa. You're so beautiful, Zhuo is really a lucky guy! Ribery was full of praise.

"Thank you, Frank. Zhuo told me that you have a very delicious fried foie gras here. ”

"Of course." When it comes to the deliciousness of his home, Ribery is very confident. "You're going to love it, and the Ribery family's restaurant is honored to serve the beautiful Miss Reshakova."

Men all over the world look like bears when they see beautiful women.

With appetizers, soups, hot appetizers, and main dishes, served one by one, Zhuo Yang and Ruisha talked quietly while eating.

Rissakova became more and more confused, and from Zhuo Yang's gaze, he saw Zhuo Yang's appreciation for her, attracted by her beautiful appearance, and enthusiastic about her attractive body. But there was no desire, no gaze that wanted to strip her like a knife. Zhuo Yang's eyes are very clear and generous, and he will not glance at her nipples or buttocks from time to time. Zhuo Yang always looked at her eyes softly and talked to her, even when his gaze swept over her body, it would be very natural, not obscene, not sneaky. This gave Reshakova a very different feeling.

Ryshakova suddenly wanted to cherish the present, she was afraid that Zhuo Yang in bed would become those men, and she would lose the pure and youthful feeling she had now, and some things would never be found after they were lost. She was a little afraid that Zhuo Yang would disappear in those men.

Am I in love? Reshakova was confused.