"There's always a passionate power that excites you, there's always an unbeatable goal to cheer you on, there's always a loyalty you'll never forget, there's always a charismatic player that keeps you entertained......"

"A city - Valencia; One color - white; A kind of love - loyalty; A kind of artistic conception - poignant; A kind of man - Ugo ......"

When He Qingyuan walked into the study, what he heard was a passionate and affectionate explanation, accompanied by tragic background music, which suddenly slowed down his pace.

Just as he was triumphantly preparing for revenge, his heart and liver trembled again.

Another pill, grandpa is going to rebel!

He Qingyuan patted Xiao He's head with a pouting mouth, and said, "Don't worry, I'll let you play a little longer." ”

Xiao Xiaohe, who couldn't squeeze out tears, gave up, and stomped his feet very girlily to express his dissatisfaction with the other two men in the family, and then ran to his grandmother and mother to complain.

The subtitle in the bottom left corner of the video starts with "Absolute Superstar. "Prosperous Ending" turned into "Absolute Nova. White Heritage", and the music has also become passionate.

In the picture, Ugo, who has passed the age of confusion, puts a Valencia No. 10 jersey in the hands of a young man.

"Sesk. Moya, a Valencian kid who grew up here, became a professional footballer here, followed the trajectory of his predecessors here, chasing his dreams step by step......"

Compared to the absolute superstar's hour, the absolute nova is only less than 20 minutes, mainly following Moya's perspective to introduce Valencia's past and present, which of course inevitably includes a variety of footage and wonderful on-field footage that is usually difficult to see.

The barrage that was originally filled with sentimentality has become lively again.

"Little brother is so handsome, lick the screen."

"It's midfield? Then I went to watch the Spring Festival Gala. ”

"Damn, my goddess is coming to power, I'll withdraw first, goodbye comrades."

"This assist is a bit of a sass, it's buried in the second division."

"The footwork is delicate and the transmission control is first-class, but I don't know if it's the credit of the highlights, the real level is to be determined."

With less than twenty minutes left in the video, the show is now showing highlights from the pitch.

Moya faced the wall, crossed his hands on his hips, panted slightly, and then started and shot.

Everyone knows that this is a highlight clip, and this goal will definitely be scored, so everyone thinks it is another wonderful direct goal, who knows that the football just flew in front of the goal and fell softly.

"Huh? Editing went wrong? Others who also followed this issue of "Green Magnifying Glass" with a different purpose also gloated.

He Qingyuan, who was sitting behind He Feng, also shook his head, and was about to leave, when his eyes suddenly narrowed.

A man caught up with the football like a ghost, jumped, swung his right foot lightly, touched the ball with his heel, and the ball went in.

Clean and neat, chic and handsome, the picture is as dreamy as a well-interpreted movie.

The scene shifts to Moya, who raises his arms and cheers after the assist, and people can only catch a quick glimpse of the figure running to the sideline from the camera, and the number behind him.

Number 9.

"This No. 9 is a little familiar." He Feng said in a low voice unconsciously.

"It's him!" He Qingyuan suddenly spoke, startling He Feng.

He used to focus on Chu Yang, but as Chu Yang ran to Xiyi, this kind of attention was much less, and the news he got was some data, such as average shots and goals per game, which was amazing, but there was no actual picture to shock.

"Uh, Dad, who is it?"

He Feng turned his head to glance at He Qingyuan, then looked back at the monitor, and then found the answer in the barrage.

"Am I dazzled? That seems to be Chu Yang? ”

"It's indeed Chu Yang, the identification is complete."

"I said Valencia, why is the name so familiar, it turned out to be the club that bought Chu Yang."

"Meng Xin to solve, who is Chu Yang?"

"It's not cute or new, it's the same solution, who is Chu Yang?"

The others didn't have time to answer before Chu Yang appeared in the video again.

It was still Moya's pass, Chu Yang leaned on the defender's chest to stop the ball, and then gently picked the ball above the defender's head in front of the computer in the exclamation of a large group of fans "", turned around, and shot.

The barrage seemed to have been suddenly swallowed by the Harmony Divine Beast, and the picture was instantly much cleaner.

The video still features Mo Ya as the protagonist, and I saw him running all the way to find Chu Yang, who was sweeping with a "machine gun", and jumped on his back......

The barrage suddenly exploded.

“！！！！！！！”

“！！！！！！！！！”

"I may have read it wrong, that is not Chu Yang."

"Misread your sister, that's Chu Yang!"

"This can't be the Chu Yang I know!"

"This is the Chu Yang I know!"

"I can't stand you, I'll go to Qianxun myself to see where this Chuyang is sacred."

"If you score like this, you should be a big deal."

"Chu Chui started to freeze again, waiting to be slapped in the face."

"I can only abuse vegetables in the second division."

"What kind of background does Chu Yang have, so that Nirvana can help him promote it like this?"

"I don't know? Valencia has been acquired by Nirvana, and now Nirvana is Chu Yang's backstage, so I ask you if you are afraid? ”

"I'm so scared, I'm really scared to make a show specifically for recognized parallel goods to wash white."

"There's a kind of taking Valencia to La Liga, don't play these useless things."

Someone is bringing the rhythm.

Nirvana Video Headquarters, almost everyone is shocked when they see the barrage, and the critical time has come.

"It should be a brilliant and musical person, Mr. Liu, do you want to make a move?"

"Let's see, tell the other side to get ready."

The water army, you have me, and you can help me stir up the topic if you make trouble on my territory, who is afraid of who.

In the video, it was another free kick, but this time the protagonist was no longer Mo Ya, but Chu Yang, so the style of painting against Chu Yang in the barrage became more obvious.

"The picture is poor, and I don't even cover it up."

"I was naïve enough to think that the so-called absolute nova was that Moya, who was hiding here, with good intentions."

"The well-wishers who have been paying attention to Xiyi and Chuyang kindly reminded: High energy ahead, please pay attention to non-combatants to dodge."

"The bad people who are also paying attention to Xiyi and Chuyang are not kind enough to remind: the front is high-energy, please come and die quickly."

"High Energy Warning +3."

"Chu Chui reminds: High energy ahead, be careful of face pain."

For a while, all kinds of barrages with ulterior motives were suppressed by all kinds of changing "high energy ahead".

"Our people made a move?" Liu Huaian asked.

"Nope."

"It's fun." Lao Liu said with a smile.

"It's fun."

Xiao Luo also smiled and said the same thing.

On the Spanish side, Chu Yang connected the computer to the TV, and everyone could see those barrages.

I have to say that sometimes the comments on many things are more wonderful than the text.

"I can't see that you have a lot of fans in China." Chu Yu said with a smile.

"There are still a lot of people with vision." Chu Yang was not ashamed.

"Is there any problem with this goal?" Shen Qianwei, who hadn't watched the game and hadn't been able to watch the video in advance, asked curiously.

Xiao Luo didn't answer, but said meaningfully: "The barrage is going to be cleared." ”

In addition to Shen Qianwei and Comrade Lao Chu, who have never seen the ball, he is also very curious, influenced by Xiao Chu, he still knows a lot about football.

"This ball is more than thirty meters away, can you score?"

Xiao Chu smiled and said nothing, unfathomable.

In the video, Chu Yang started an exaggerated long-distance run, swinging his legs, shooting, and the camera was cast from Moya's perspective, only to see the football like a ballistic missile, bypassing the human wall and turning into the goal.

The barrage that was boiling was empty.

The world is pure.