"Pengpeng, you just wait for me at home, don't go anywhere." Zhuo Yang pushed out his jade lion bicycle and walked out.

"Brother Zhuo, why are you going? We haven't eaten yet, have we? "Puffy was standing on the grass in front of the small second floor wearing rubber gloves, and it was very unknown why his pants were covered with mud. He is planting flowers for Zhuo Laoda, monkey face orchid, and Pengpeng's flower farming skills are ancestral.

"I'll go on a trip to the peninsula, and you can order your own takeout. Remember, don't go anywhere, wait for me at home......" Zhuo Yang jumped on the bicycle, and the figure disappeared.

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The sun is shining in the spring, and even though Hanover is north of latitude, in late March the trees are all green.

The warm sun shone across the peninsula, creeping through the cracks in the green banyan leaves into the dormitory rooms, and the moon-white shutter grilles that opened on the windows cut the scattered sunlight again, throwing them on the floor like messy glass. By the window was a stack of small cardboard boxes, four or five, which could be seen from the unpacked items, and they were full of books. Next to the cardboard box is a purple red cotton guitar, and the nylon strings on the saddle are neatly braided.

All this shows that the owner of the room seems to be a literary young man, but in fact, although Klopp is rough on the outside and beautiful on the inside, he is a standard middle-aged greasy man, and he has nothing to do with literature and art. Many of those books were only textbooks from his college studies, and he hadn't turned them over for a long time, and the guitar was played every three or five times, but it was only at the level of single strings, and it was limited to single strings in C major.

Uncle Scumbag is in a good mood today, nothing serious, when he had lunch in the club cafeteria just now, the butter with raw fried bread is very sweet and suits his heavy taste, and he eats him to his heart's content, and a man's happiness is actually as simple as that sometimes.

At this moment, Uncle Scum was squeezing his eyebrows in front of the mirror in the dormitory, and from time to time he had to whistle two out of tune, and he was happily cutting his nose hair.

As a middle-aged macho man with strong hormones, Klopp's hair growth is very thriving, especially his nose hair is extraordinarily thick, scrambling to squeeze out like a vine blocking the tomb passage. Nose hair is not like a beard, it looks very sexy and manly when it is grown, I have never heard of anyone who takes care of nose hair in a fancy way, and there is no woman who likes a man's lush nose hair, and it is not a black plug.

Uncle Slag often has to trim the stubborn nose hair of these two holes, he has used many tools, and the first to give up is hair removal glue, which is the kind that women use to remove leg hair. Every time Uncle Scum used depilatory glue to pull his nose hair, he felt that even his brain and soul were pulled out together, and he couldn't stop his snot and tears at all. Later, Uncle Slag also used an electric nose hair trimmer for a period of time, and the round stick stick-like utensils were poked into the nostrils to stir and stir, but this tool is suitable for those cases where the nose hair is dense but not long, and it is a little powerless to deal with the supple nose hair of Uncle Slag, and it will burn the nose and eyes after a little longer operation.

His wife, Ulla, a children's writer, recommended to her husband a small pair of scissors, with a slender blade and a curved front end, just enough to reach into the nostrils to sweep the messy nose hairs together. Uncle Scum sighed spontaneously in his heart: "It's good that the times have developed, and there are scissors specially made for nose hair, and they are so ingenious......"

Ulla rolled her eyes: "Honey, this is our women's special eyebrow scissors, which were available two centuries ago. ”

No matter what it was originally used for, there is no doubt that it has now become the natural enemy of Uncle Scum's nose hair. After many years of repeated monotonous self-pruning, Uncle Slag has become quite proficient in this craft, and it didn't take long for a layer of stubble to fall off the washstand, and some short hairs were still sticking to the pickled things. Just like everyone always has to look back first when they get up from the toilet, Uncle Scumbag is also very accomplished when he looks at these stubbles that he has crusaded against.

The weeding and eradication operation has entered the final stage, and Uncle Scum's little scissors are carrying out the final strangulation of a few stubborn elements who are unwilling to give in deep in their nostrils.

'Bang!! The door of the room was slammed open from the outside, and Uncle Scum's hand shook and the scissors almost pierced the septum of his nose.

"Sir, sir, do you think this is going ......" Zhuo Yang opened the door with one palm, followed up with arrows, and shouted excitedly at Uncle Scum.

'Shhhhhh "Zhuo Yang, your kid is now Mr. Golden Globe, a figure with a head and a face, a dignified pianist, and a doctoral student......" Klopp cried and laughed in shock: "I said can you be a little polite, can you knock on the door in advance?" ”

“…… Hehe, I don't think you have anyone else here. "Seeing that his head coach was so scared that he almost broke his appearance, Zhuo Yang scratched his head and was embarrassed." Last time, I came to you to borrow a guitar and knocked on the door, and you thought I was doing a lot of. I don't lock the door anyway...... Hey. ”

"Yo, sir." Zhuo Yang kept looking at the stubble on the washstand: "Your results today are not small!" ”

"Go, go, I'm almost done, you wait for me for a while. There's freshly brewed coffee over there, pour it yourself, and we'll talk about it later. Uncle Scum waved the small scissors at Zhuo Yang twice, then stopped paying attention to him, and continued to turn his head to look at himself in the mirror. It's not a small person......"

Finally got rid of the last remnants, used paper towels to gather the stubble into a pile, and then took two paper towels to put these things in the trash can, Uncle Scumbag washed his hands, patted his face and relaxed his skin and sat on the sofa.

"What's the matter?"

"Sir, that's the case, Puffy Things, I've thought of a possible solution, don't you think it's okay?" Zhuo Yang couldn't wait to put his thoughts out.

Regarding the contradiction between David Luiz's team's defensive tactics and his personal offensive will, Zhuo Yang has communicated with Uncle Scum many times before, but has not found a suitable solution, it is not that Klopp is indifferent and stubborn, but he is really in consideration of the team's defensive line.

Zhuo Yang will not make the same mistake as Lao Song again, take on everything on his behalf, and discuss with Uncle Scum to find a win-win plan. The biggest advantage of the central defender forward is the suddenness of the attack and the vacancy of the opponent's defense, and the biggest disadvantage is that he loses the ball after losing his position and is played by the opponent to play more and fight less. There is no football tactic in the world that can make sure that you don't lose money, and finding a balance between attack and defense has always been the core essence of football tactics.

Uncle Zhai and Zhuo Yang have been trying to find a balance, a simple model that is suitable for Pengpeng's offense and can be quantified.

Just now when Zhuo Yang was at home watching Peng Peng help him plant flowers and clean up the house, Peng Peng firmly controlled the blade of the lawn mower with one hand and inspired Zhuo Yang, and he thought of a possibility - control the ball!