Xu Xiaoxin finished dinner with a frown, and then pulled Ke Xiaopang to the beach to train.

Ke Xiaopang has now become a staunch fan of Xu Xiaoxin, he is not only attracted by the food made by Xu Xiaoxin, but also thinks that Xu Xiaoxin's Chinese kung fu is too fascinating.

"Xu, seriously, you really don't know Chinese kung fu? So how did you bring down Remy's stupid big guy? ”

"Ke Xiaopang, how many times have I said it, I analyzed the trajectory of his movement, and found that he happened to be out of strength at that time, and he was still distracted...... Oh hell, Ke Chubby, can you concentrate a little bit, where do you see your shot going? Are you going to pick it up? ”

"Oh, I'm sorry, Xu, I really can't swim, I'm sorry to trouble you, you see the weather is so good today, what a pleasant thing it is to go down and swim." Ke Xiaopang snorted haha, he never liked to expose his embarrassment in front of Xu Xiaoxin.

"But, Xu, if you're willing to teach me how to swim, maybe I can try it too. Great Chinese scientist, don't you say? ”

"Huh? Haha, of course, Ke Xiaopang, you should be glad that you have made a great Chinese scientist. Come on, let me teach you how to swim, oh hell, Cork, what are you doing? Climb off my back, what? Hell, who said that teaching people to swim is carried on their backs......"

The training ended in vain, and the Lolicks stood on the roof and looked at the two teenagers who were fighting, full of emotion.

……

"Mr. Perran, what do you think of Nice?" A beautiful reporter stroked the golden bangs on her forehead, stood up and asked.

Perrin frowned, he looked at the chest of the reporter in front of him, and he didn't know whether he was looking at the murder weapon of the beautiful reporter or the logo of the newspaper on his chest. A journalist for the Nice morning newspaper? Well, that's kind of interesting!

"What do I think? Of course, I wouldn't look with a player. ”

"Haha......"

Perrin's answer caused laughter from the male reporters present, and then they saw that the beautiful female reporter of the Nice morning newspaper turned red.

"With a coach like you, Saint-Etienne won't be able to do well this season, I bet!"

"Oh, really? What is your name, this beauty? Are you planning to come to my house at night and bet with me? Perrin whistled lightly and raised an eyebrow deliberately.

"You...... You rascal! "The beautiful reporter went berserk.

"Well, beautiful lady, I apologize to you, I was just joking with you. Don't be so angry! ”

"Okay, Mr. Perrin, I'm Louise Annale from the Nice morning newspaper, and now I may I ask you what you think of the Nice team in the first game?"

'Nice are a great team, they finished ninth in the league last season. We finished 17th last season and our task this season is to avoid relegation. Nice have brought in a lot of quality players this season and I think if we can get a point at home it will be a huge success. Perrin straightened his clothes and spoke.

"Hello Mr. Perrin, I'm Jonny, a reporter for the Saint-Etienne newspaper, may I ask if you just said that you are ready to give up this game? You know, if you raise your hand and surrender now, will it affect the rest of the game? ”

Perrin is a little unsettled, it has not been a season since he took over this relegation team, although last season was a thrilling relegation success at the last moment, but it can't be said that this team can't do it.

Even if Gomi leaves this summer, Lao Tzu and Matuidi ah! And, that Jonny, are you a journalist who kisses me Saint-Etienne? Idiot! How can a man embarrass a man? If you want to be embarrassed, women are also embarrassed by men!

"Reporter Jonny, I want to remind you that my team is great, my players are very strong, we are not afraid of any team competition, whether it is the current Matuidi or the future Mohamed Dapo, they have the quality and potential to play against a team like Lyon, so, Joni, please remember, don't misunderstand me. We're just a humble team. ”

"Hello Mr. Perrin, I'm a reporter for Le Monde, can I consider what you just said a challenge to the overlord Lyon?"

"Of course not, this gentleman, please don't get me wrong, I'm just saying that our team actually still has some strength, and it has nothing to do with Lyon." The ghost will admit it, Fake, we are obviously just a relegation team, what are you doing with a national newspaper coming over to join in the fun?

"So what do you think of your opponent in your first fight? You must know that Nice has only changed coaches this season, Nicker has just taken office, and I heard that a Chinese player in their team had an infighting with Remy some time ago, do you have the confidence to beat your opponent? ”

Oh? And such news? How did I not know? Perrin touched his chin, which was a bit unexpected! Perrin couldn't help but be a little pleased.

"What you said is just heard, and there is no factual basis, and I haven't heard of it, I can only say that I want to go all out to deal with this game!"

Although Perrin explained very graciously, when the newspaper came out the next day, he was still angry.

Perrin said: We can beat Lyon - Team Newspaper

Well, team newspaper, can't be provoked. Regardless of him.

The French man who invited a beautiful reporter to his home to bet - Perrin - "Playboy"

I'll go, do you want to do this, you have a ** newspaper and football have a woolen relationship, I just teased the beauty just to set off the scene, shouldn't every French man be so romantic?

Perrin the Hungry Ghost despises Nice and lets you get one point at most! - Nice Morning Post

This is definitely the handiwork of that beautiful French girl, alas, what a trouble for a woman.

The big-mouthed Papelin announced the ownership of the Ligue 1 champions, except for Saint-Etienne, who else is me! -- Le Monde

Your sister, you don't have to be so cheating brother, right? When did I say that my relegation team was going to win the championship? Alas, Le Monde, forget it, I'll just think I've been bitten by a dog.

……

Perrin was a little devastated, yesterday was just a regular press conference three days before the start of the first round of Ligue 1, which caused ** annoyance, alas, it is estimated that relegation will be difficult this season.

"Knock knock!"

"Please come in." Perrin tidied up her appearance, trying not to look so sad.

It was a black face who came in, and it was the team's current big star, young Matuidi, who was considered the future engine of France's midfield.

"Coach, you're really amazing, your statement yesterday really gave us a sense of your ambition and I was right to stay this season. Coach, is our goal really for the championship this season? Matuidi had already received offers from big teams like Lyon this season, but was eventually persuaded by Perrin to stay, and now he reads the newspaper and is very excited. I, Matuidi, was born to like such a big scene, and if I don't create a miracle, I'm really sorry for myself.

"Uh...... When, of course. That's right, our goal this season is to win the championship, help me tell the boys, this season we have to play more actively, so that they have to grit their teeth no matter how tired they are. "People die and birds are facing the sky, and if you don't die, you will be a head coach for thousands of years, to hell, who cares? Fake, aren't you trying to force me to get out of class early? Before class, Lao Tzu also has to make some wind and rain out.

Perrin made a decision, and then he changed the previous 442 style of play, 433 directly, and then told the group of young lads, men, to die with dignity during the routine training the day before the game.

This is a terrible statement, and in the eyes of the French who worship romance, it is simply a blood oath. Suddenly let a group of players from the relegation team come to a psychological super-evolution. The romantic warrior Mr. Perrin trusts himself so much, if he doesn't do his best, he will really be sorry for Mr. Perran.

Dabo looked at Perrin silently, with tears in his eyes, he felt that this was what Perrin was talking about him.

Dabo read the morning newspaper, and from the moment he knew that the head coach Mr. Perrin had specially named him, he secretly swore that he would be Mr. Perran's Round Table Knight!