Tang Zhenglong was about to take a penalty, and Simang walked over, "If you still want face, you should kick it off, this penalty doesn't belong to you at all." ”

"Kick fly?" Tang Zhenglong sneered, "I'm sorry, don't think I'm as stupid as you because you're stupid." ”

"I'll kick the ball in, you off."

Simang clenched his fists, he obviously underestimated Tang Zhenglong's face, Tang Zhenglong's philosophy of life is that my penalty is mine, you don't care if I am a liar.

As soon as the referee's whistle blew, Tang Zhenglong began to run and kicked the ball towards the bottom left corner of the goal.

goooooooal！！

The whole Cologne was boiling, 2 to 2.

Tang Zhenglong ran to the sidelines and made a posture of scrubbing the shower.

Fans cheered Tang Zhenglong's name.

"...... scored for us?"

"Tang Zhenglong."

"Who scored for us?"

"Tang Zhenglong."

Hahaha.

While Cologne was celebrating, Simão and the manager got into an argument.

"You're going to have to get off."

"No, I'm fine."

Santos didn't want to say it, but he finally said, "I don't want to say it, but it's all your responsibility for that penalty." ”

"That's not my responsibility, I can't see it."

"The referee doesn't care about that."

"You have to get off, it's an order."

Santos patted Joao Coimbra on the bench, "You play. ”

Simão was furious, but he couldn't help it, although it was his nose that hurt, but apparently he couldn't play with such a thing.

Simão angrily threw his mask on the ground when he was substituted, "Bastard, bastard, bastard." ”

Santos doesn't care about him, it's okay to vent, whatever, going crazy on the bench doesn't affect the team anyway.

Suddenly, Simang felt that someone was looking at him, and when he turned his head, he saw that it was Tang Zhenglong looking at him with a smile.

"It's you bastard."

Tang Zhenglong was satisfied, this annoying Portuguese finally went down.

Ding.

"Haha, it's finally time for the mission."

When Tang Zhenglong saw it, he was immediately petrified.

Mission: Kick the ball with a mask.

Reward: 500 Big Mouth Points.

Punishment: Nose collapses.

"System, Simão is your son, you have to help him avenge."

"Master, please don't talk nonsense, I don't have a son yet."

Tang Zhenglong thought about it, this task is impossible, it is impossible for him to wear a mask to play football for no reason.

"Master, you are so smart, there must be a way, I believe you."

"I'm smart, that's true, but it doesn't mean you can play with me."

However, Tang Zhenglong still took the task.

Tang Zhenglong ran into the forbidden area, this task must be to cheat the injury, pretend that his nose is injured, and only in this way can he let the team doctor put on a mask for himself, there should be no other way.

Tang Zhenglong ran to Podolski, "Lucas, pass me the high ball." ”

"Highball?"

"You're so short, can't you still compete with Louis?"

……

"You're short."

"Haha, but you're not a point-grabbing striker!"

Tang Zhenglong said confidently: "Even the things you know, the other party must have guessed it, I just deliberately did the opposite." ”

"What do you mean that even I know?"

Tang Zhenglong waved his hand, "I don't speak German well, don't worry about this, okay?" I'm not going to university. ”

……

Tang Zhenglong pointed to his head, "Anyway, pass me the high ball." ”

"Okay."

Podolski curled a left-footed ball into the right side of the box after a break down the flank, and the kind of ball was easy for Luiz, who was a very tough Brazilian defender.

Tang Zhenglong jumped up, and Louis smiled when he saw it, "This is obviously far off." ”

He didn't know that Tang Zhenglong's goal was not football at all, but his head.

"I'm top." Louis.

"I'll do it too."

"Ahh

In order to avoid getting hurt, Tang Zhenglong used his forehead to push the opponent's face, of course, it must be Luis who suffers.

The two landed at the same time, and Tang Zhenglong immediately covered his nose.

"Ahh

As soon as the referee saw it, he immediately stopped the game, which was a head-to-head meeting, and it looked miserable.

"Team doctor, team doctor."

The team doctor in Cologne made a brief diagnosis for Tang Zhenglong and patted him, "Tang, there's nothing wrong with your nose." ”

"Really? Why do I feel so painful? ”

"Really? Then I'll diagnose it for you. ”

The team doctor helped Tang Zhenglong pinch it again.

"It's fine."

"No, I'm in pain, bring me a mask for protection."

"Don, wearing a mask has a great impact on your vision, don't bring it if your bones are not broken."

"I feel like it's broken, it hurts, it hurts when I touch it."

The team doctor had no choice but to put on a mask for Tang Zhenglong, and when he returned to the court, David Luiz also wore a mask.

It's just that Louis really has an injured nose, and Tang Zhenglong is a fake.

"You bastard, you're all the one who did it."

Tang Zhenglong pointed to his nose, "I don't wear a mask too, you still have the face to talk about me." ”

……

"That's not right!"

Louis remembers that Tang Zhenglong used his forehead to top himself, could it be that his nose grew on his forehead?

"I remember you put me on your forehead, what kind of conspiracy are you playing?"

Khan, was found.

Tang Zhenglong smiled: "You were hit stupid, if my nose is fine, what am I doing with this?" Isn't it fun? It's very uncomfortable to take this with you. ”

Louis touched his mask, which was indeed very uncomfortable and his vision was blocked.

The head coach of Benfica on the sidelines has passed quickly, and after a ball, both players on this side have become mask men, and after thinking about it, it seems that they were all made by the Chinese on the other side.

Fortunately, he himself also wore a mask, and this Santos was a little more balanced in his heart.

Just when Tang Zhenglong thought that this would be good, there was a ding.

"Another mission?"

Tang Zhenglong is getting more and more incomprehensible about the urine nature of the system, if he doesn't come, he won't come, but if he wants to come, he will come at one time.

After taking a look at the mission, this time it's not petrified, it's stupid.

Mission: Mask hat trick

Reward: 1000 Bigmouth Points.

Penalties: None.

"Masks?"

"A hat-trick?"

"This thing can also score a hat-trick?"

"Master, what's on the pitch three times in a row is a hat-trick."

"I know."

But this time it's too difficult, that's Benfica coach, if you don't do it well, it will cause a world war.

"Master, aren't you happier the bigger things get?"

"I don't, I'm peace-loving, I'm like this because of you, you ruined me."

"Hahaha, master, you're getting more and more humorous."

……

……

1000 big mouth points, such a big temptation, even if the system asks the referee to wear a mask, Tang Zhenglong will do it.