"Chasing ...... Girl? ”

"Why do you think I'm better at this?"

Lescott smiled and thought, "Isn't that obvious?" ”

"Don, please teach me."

"As long as you teach me to chase girls, then I will listen to you for everything."

Jo Leon...... You ......"

Tang Zhenglong thought about it, for the sake of the task, or he would teach.

"Okay, I'll teach you some theoretical aspects first, and we'll go out in real combat later in the evening."

"Okay."

*****

Come to Linda's room.

"Linda, do you have any friends who are good-looking, but not very smart."

Linda glared at Tang Zhenglong.

"Get out of here!"

“……”

Tang Zhenglong knew that Linda had misunderstood.

"It's not what you think, you listen to me."

Tang Zhenglong explained, except for the system task, he didn't say anything.

"I think Joleon's status in the team is not high, far inferior to you, why do you want to scold him?"

"We're all teammates, you know, I'm a good person."

Linda rolled her eyes.

"Don't tell the truth, do you? Then I won't help you. ”

Tang Zhenglong had no choice but to start making it up.

"I knew you were making a bet."

'That's right, if I can assist Joleón in a goal, then I'll get £1,000.'

Howard's lesson last time is vivid, and this time Tang Zhenglong must pay attention to the amount when he is talking nonsense.

"A thousand?"

"That's right."

"Impossible, you are so greedy for money, how can such a small amount of money impress you, I guess more than that, it should be 100,000 pounds."

“……”

"Why don't you die?" Tang Zhenglong thought to himself.

"Absolutely not, I admit, ten thousand pounds."

Linda looked disappointed.

"Okay, I'll divide five thousand."

"I knew it!"

Tang Zhenglong's heart was dripping blood.

"Why is this happening lately? Can't people be simpler with each other? ”

"Can you have less?"

"Okay, then you go find someone else."

Sweat.

"Well, five thousand is five thousand."

"System, I found that the latest tasks have cost me money, cheat daddy!"

"Master, you can make hundreds of thousands of dollars by shooting an advertisement, drizzle."

"Maunima's!"

*****

Tang Zhenglong introduced a temporary girlfriend to Lescott, this guy confessed Tang Zhenglong like a grandfather, it didn't matter if he knelt down.

Soon the weekend's game against Chelsea will begin.

"Joleon, every corner, every free kick you have to rush up, I will pass the ball to you, you have to score, otherwise I'm sorry for our special training."

"Okay, master."

Chelsea's focus has completely shifted to the Champions League, the team has reached the semi-finals against Liverpool, Grant dreams of touching the Champions League trophy, in which case he can impress Ab and stay at Chelsea.

After the kick-off, Chelsea shamelessly set up a bus at Goodison Park.

"Chelsea put the bus in front of us?"

If this feels like a Brazilian team meeting the Chinese team in previous years, and the Chinese team held Brazil to play, this is too strange.

That's it on the pitch now.

'David, I said it earlier, Chelsea's focus is already on the Champions League, and they don't have their share in winning the league anyway.

'I still can't believe it, Chelsea are usually very proud.'

Everton won a free-kick and Lescott immediately ran forward.

Everton won a corner and Lescott immediately ran forward.

The most bizarre thing is that even Everton counterattacked, and Lescote also ran forward.

I didn't know and thought it was Italian knife defender Materazzi coming.

"What's wrong with this guy Joleon? Who allowed him to attack? You're not a Materazzi. ”

"I suspect it has something to do with Tang Zhenglong, David, have you noticed that Joleon and Tang Zhenglong have been training together a lot recently."

Moyes nodded.

"It seems so."

"Later, when Tang Zhenglong comes to the sidelines to drink sports drinks, I will grab it and ask."

"Okay."

Soon Tang Zhenglong really appeared, but he was just stealing coffee.

"Don!"

Tang Zhenglong was stunned, "This is what I bought with my own money, not public property." ”

"It doesn't matter, let me ask you what's going on with Joleon?"

"What's going on?"

"He hasn't scored a goal in two years, why is he so fond of attacking lately?"

Tang Zhenglong said with a smile: "Boss, everyone has dreams, and Qiao Leon may have suddenly remembered his childhood dream." ”

"Really? Why don't I think it's so complicated, is this related to you? ”

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Tang Zhenglong is dying of sweat, why don't you let yourself go? Linda yes, Moyes or not, I just want to do the task on the plain.

"Well, I'll admit, it's all about women."

Tang Zhenglong began to make it up.

"What woman?"

"Joleon thinks that only strikers can be worshiped by thousands of female fans, so he wants to score goals, and of course I am the best scorer in the whole Premier League, so he asked me to teach him how to score."

It makes sense, Moyes believed, that these players were hormonally overloaded animals.

'Well, that's the end of the nonsense, Joleón he's not Materazzi, he doesn't have a good sense of goal and I have to press him at the back.'

"Don't!!"

"Why are you?"

"Boss, Joleon finally has a dream, even a salted fish has a dream, can you not hit him?"

Moyes squinted at Tang Zhenglong.

"Are you betting against anyone?"

Rumble!!!

Tang Zhenglong is just like five thunderbolts, and I'm not Chow Yun-fat, is it possible that I look like the God of Gamblers?

"Say, how much to bet?"

Tang Zhenglong: Hey, hey.

Hey.

Hey.

"Ten thousand."

"Okay, I want five thousand."

Burst.

Tang Zhenglong almost vomited blood.

"Boss, you can't do this."

"Really?"

Tang Zhenglong estimated that he could only pay.

"Okay, no problem, five thousand is five thousand."

I've already spent 10,000 pounds on a mission, woo woo.

"Lescott, you can give me a little bit of courage, or you won't be able to find a woman for the rest of your life."

******

'Everton got another free-kick.'

'Chelsea are too conservative and shouldn't give up the league altogether, even for the Champions League, I want to get a point and Grant is satisfied.'

Grant's goal is indeed a point.

Tang Zhenglong personally ran over to take a corner, he stretched out four fingers, and Everton was dumbfounded.

"What is Tang Zhenglong doing?"

"yes, what does tactic four mean?"

"I remember we didn't have a number four tactic."

Chelsea had no idea that Tang Zhenglong's gestures were foolish, in fact, he was trying to confuse his opponents, and the real goal was to pass the ball to Lescott.