185

"So, we don't have time, we have to make full use of every minute and every second, hurry up and train, these are strong teams, they won't be inferior to your team, no one knows what game the program team is playing, so we must always win, only if we keep winning, we will challenge to the end." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"Come on, the son of football is the creator of our dreams, and the victory in the final belongs to us!" Ouyang Qingfeng suddenly stood up and shouted.

When everyone heard his words, their hearts couldn't help but tremble.

The son of football, a lot of awesome titles.

"Footballking?" Tang Bo muttered secretly, "I seem to have been shocked by Ouyang Qingfeng's translation." ”

Son of Heaven, what a domineering and supreme position.

That's the master of everything, everything above all.

"It has to be ours!"

"Dream Maker, come on!"

"Dream Maker, come on!"

"Come on!"

"It's eleven o'clock, don't disturb everyone to wash and rest, give you half an hour, finish washing, go to bed on time, and get up early tomorrow to train. After talking to the players, Tang Bo left on his own.

He didn't live with the children.

As for where he lives, who knows?

At this time, in a certain corner of the town.

Several Argentine teenagers were filled with the joy of victory, while a middle-aged bearded man with his hands on his chest was very satisfied with the result of tonight's match.

The lights on the green field of the Brazilian teenager's training ground are not very bright, and a young man sweats on the court shirtless.

It was only after he had made one last gesture that he collapsed on the greenery, panting.

"Another person training?" asked a big black man who walked over and asked.

"Namakri, you're not sleeping?" said the young man, lying on the green grass, tilting his head and looking down at the big black man who had come over.

"Mongla, you are the strangest Chinese I have ever met!" Namari walked over and sat down beside Monla.

"Huh. Monla laughed silently.

"Your family is right to give you Brazilian citizenship, your football talent can only be fully developed in a country like Brazil. ”

Namakri stared at the goal not far away, as if he was thinking about something.

Mongla didn't say anything, just lay quietly and looked at the night sky of Madrid, which seemed to be not as beautiful as the night sky of Brazil.

And is the night sky of that long-forgotten hometown more beautiful than that of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil?

"I heard that there is also a team from China participating in this show!" Namakri said suddenly.

"What's my business. Monla turned her head to the side.

Namakri was a little annoyed by his arrogant attitude. Moreover, it has long been said that Mongla's skills and attainments are very high, and it is a bit of praise from Neymar's successor.

But Namakri doesn't think Mongla is strong, at least he's his age, and he's not purely Brazilian.

"Monla, do you want to go back to China?" Namakri asked as he looked at him for a moment, bowed his head, and nodded.

"There's nothing good about Chinese football, I spent a year in China as an exchange student and saw first-hand how football is at our age......!

Monla didn't even look at Namakri out of the corner of his eye, but said coldly, "Listen to Zhou Mingkai, you still lost in the end." ”

"Hmph! I'll get angry when I say this!" Namakri immediately became anxious, "The opponent is too cunning. ”

"Huh. Losing is losing, there's nothing to explain!"

As soon as Mongla said this, Namakri's eyes shot with anger, "If they hadn't let Zhou Mingkai take the cards off the field, wouldn't it have been possible to win or lose?"

"Are they strong?" Namakri was a little surprised, this Mongla would take the initiative to ask himself, which was not his style at all.

"It's not very strong, but there's one person I think it's okay...... At least Mingkai says he's an opponent to be taken seriously. ”

"Who?, Sima Hao?" Meng La blurted out.

He knows that Zhou Mingkai is Carlos on the guard line, and he has the ability to be a husband and a man.

"It's not Sima Hao!" Namakri smiled, "I've heard of him, but their team was eliminated in the first round. ”

"Who's that?"

"Ouyang Qingfeng! A cunning and powerful Chinese!"

In an instant, Monla's heart trembled because of Namakri's words just now.

The name in the words is so familiar.

Meng La broke through and raised his head, "haha" smiled, and his expression seemed to be very happy.

Namakri was puzzled when he saw him laughing, "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm happy for him to be praised like this by you. Monla laughed again.

"You know?"

"Acquaintance!"

"Who is better than you?" Namakri asked directly.

"He's strong, but ...... Not necessarily my opponent. ”

Namakri looked at the arrogant Monla, and he was relieved for a while.

"This time, I won't let him go again. Namakri looked at Mongla beside him for a night, "I forgot to tell you that he is also in this European race. ”

"Huh. Mongla was startled, then his shocked face vanished and was replaced by a smile.

His face was one of surprise, delight, and even a hint of excitement, which Namakri had never seen Mongla look on.

Namakri only had a glimpse of it, and it was already certain that there must be an unusual story between the young man and Monla.

"Let's hope he won't be eliminated so soon!" Monglas got up to pick up the ball and slowly walked away from the training ground with a soccer ball in one hand.

Namakri, on the other hand, sat on the greenery, looking at the back of Mongla in the distance.

In the town of El Escorial, where the North Central team is located, the temporary residence of the Japanese team is also cheering for today's victory.

Several teenagers happily packed their bags, tonight's victory brought them infinite possibilities, and they defeated the Nange Chaoshen team, which was also from the Japanese team.

The very small Kamimine Knight Wind Festival General showed a childish smile and looked at the little fat man beside him, "Araki-senpai, I'm so happy today, I scored three goals." ”

The little fat man wore a ponytail and a somewhat dispensable smile on his face, "Ah Jiang, keep up the good work! You can score more goals, now, don't bother me, I'm going to concentrate on snacking." ”

"Araki Senpai ......"

Araki stretched out his hand to stop the wind festival and smiled.

"Wind sacrifice, you don't care about this dead fat man...... Let him die fat and can't play. ”

"Huoye, I'm the absolute main force, how can I not play, hum. The little fat man named Araki continued to stuff the chips into his mouth.

Miyagi Miyagi Mitsuto, who was on the side, smiled and said nothing.

"U17 chose you, ouch, I'll go!" It was a stout teenager with short red hair who spoke.

"Huoye, don't be jealous of this handsome guy. Brother is going by technique, not by size!" Araki smirked.

The Japanese team started their joke time.

Not far away, on the mountainside, the winning team of the Argentine team was also talking in the hotel.

Only the members of the Korean team lay tired in bed and rested early.

Everything is going on silently. (To be continued.) )