"Diego, reporters all over the world are filming, you are shameless, I still want it."

"You bastard! Today, I will die with you at any price. ”

"Diego, you've lived enough, but my life has just begun, you want to die, can you die yourself?"

"Bastard !!"

The flash in the reporter's hand clicked and flashed.

"Don't get me wrong, we're joking."

"Diego, it's endless, isn't it?"

At this time, Bailey couldn't stand it anymore and came over to persuade him.

"Get out! There's no place for you to talk here. ”

Pele is very disdainful of Lao Ma's arrogant attitude, he is also a senior of Lao Ma, and people in the football circle respect him, but in Lao Ma's mouth, a, you think it is still the 15th century.

"Diego, this is the scene of the World Cup draw ceremony, can you make a face."

Seeing that Bailey dared to teach himself a lesson, the old horse was angry.

Lao Ma didn't care about Tang Zhenglong anymore, and stood up and fought with Bailey.

"Who are you to teach me?"

"You've been playing in Brazil all your life, you're the king of Brazil, I'm okay with that, but the world champion? You deserve it too. ”

Bailey was furious.

"Diego, there's no point in us arguing, I think it's better to find someone to judge."

Maradona pulled Tang Zhenglong up.

"You're here to judge."

Tang Zhenglong Khan died.

"I wasn't born when you played football, judge? I can't do it, so let's find an old man to judge, such as ......"

Pele and Maradona patted Tang Zhenglong at the same time.

"There's no need, it's up to you, I want to hear what young people think now."

Tang Zhenglong's heart is dead, what does this matter to me?

Tang Zhenglong whispered: "Bailey, if I help you speak, can you take care of the Chinese team when the lottery is drawn." ”

The words were whispered, but Maradona heard them anyway.

"Okay, you want to fake."

"Everyone come here, Tang Zhenglong asked Bailey to take care of him when the lottery is drawn."

Journalists were in an uproar.

This is big news, the outside world said that the World Cup draw was fake, but I didn't expect it to be true.

"Don, do you know any inside story, say it, we'll support you."

"Brace?"

Tang Zhenglong Khan died!

"No, really not, don't listen to Diego, he's Alzheimer's, he doesn't know what he's talking about."

The old horse grabbed Tang Zhenglong's neck.

"You're just TMD Alzheimer!!"

Journalists don't give up, they want news, they want the inside story.

"Tang Zhenglong, if you don't tell the inside story, you are an accomplice, and you will inevitably be spurned by the whole world."

When Maradona heard this, he patted Tang Zhenglong on the shoulder.

"This guy knows the inside scoop, he just made a lot of unspeakable deals with Bailey."

……

……

"Diego, you're going to kill me."

Maradona smiled.

The reporters gathered around like crazy.

"Don, tell me the inside story you know? The World Cup draw is not fake. ”

Tang Zhenglong first sighed, and then said earnestly: "Do you really want to know the inside story?" ”

"Yes."

"The truth is heavy, I'm afraid you can't stand it."

Journalists began to get excited.

"Don, you say, hit our little hearts hard."

Tang Zhenglong said: "Okay, this is all forced by you, I want to tell you that the FIFA World Cup draw is ......"

"Absolutely impartial!!"

DUANG！！！

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"Absolute justice?"

"That's right, I originally wanted to find someone to take care of the Chinese team, but I found that it was an absolutely fair activity, and I failed."

……

……

Doglegs!

Everyone thought to themselves.

Maradona smiled, "Tang Zhenglong, aren't you very bold?" What's going on? ”

"Being bold doesn't mean lying, I, Tang Zhenglong, never lie."

Maradona suddenly admired Tang Zhenglong a little, why is this bastard so justifiable to lie.

Tang Zhenglong tidied up his clothes.

"Alright, I'm going to the absolutely fair lottery."

******

Brazil.

Portugal.

Côte d’Ivoire.

The top three in Group H have all been drawn, and it is the turn of the fourth and last one, according to the rules, the top three are from the Americas, Europe, and Africa, and the last one can only be New Zealand in Oceania or Central America and Asia.

China!!

When the results of the draw came out, the old horse smiled.

"Diego, what are you laughing at? It's not our halfway. ”

Old Ma laughed.

"Nothing."

Lao Ma thought to himself: "Tang Zhenglong is so dog-legged, but he didn't expect to get the treatment of the group of death." ”

At this time, Tang Zhenglong's face was dark.

Brazil, Portugal, Côte d'Ivoire.

"Nima! It's dark enough. ”

Leaving the lottery site, Lao Ma said when he met the reporter that the lottery was absolutely fair, which he believed.

"Diego, how did you change your mind now?"

"No, I've always seen it that way, and the World Cup draw is certainly fair."

However, everyone understands, after all, Argentina is in a group with South Korea, Nigeria, and Greece.

"In addition, I am very happy to see Tang Zhenglong being assigned to the death group, hahahaha."

On the other side, Tang Zhenglong had a black face when he was surrounded by reporters.

"Don, do you still think the World Cup draw is absolutely fair?"

"Does it matter?"

"Don, actually, it's too late for you to tell the shady scene now."

"Okay, I broke the news, the old horse dived Bailey, he and Bailey are that, is it okay??"

Tang Zhenglong took out a small notebook, "I'm going to write you down one by one and slowly block it." ”

The reporters froze, and a few turned around and left.

******

Yang Zhiyong looked at Tang Zhenglong and was stunned.

"Don, what's wrong with you?"

"Are you not satisfied with the taste of the coffee?"

Tang Zhenglong came back from his thoughts and smiled, "It's been so long since the draw, anyway, the Chinese team has also entered the group of death, so there's nothing to say." ”

"Don, if it's not convenient for you to say, then it's okay to be anonymous."

It's not that Tang Zhenglong doesn't want to say it, but it's all about his own shame, how can you say this?

Sumo with Maradona?

Slapped in the face by the lottery results?

I can't.

Yang Zhiyong lowered his voice, "I heard that you and the beautiful hostess of the lottery ceremony ......"

Tang Zhenglong was full of cleverness.

"Don't talk nonsense, we don't know each other."

"Then I'll write a preview of your World Cup PK with Ronaldo, do you think it's okay?"

"It's okay if you have to write, but I have to be tall and mighty, and Ronaldo has to be like Misakitaro, who was slapped in the face by my big empty wing."

"Of course."

"Don, in fact, there are a lot of beauties in our "Football Weekly" headquarters, do you want to come and visit."

Tang Zhenglong squinted at Yang Zhiyong.

"Brother Yang, do you know Duan Xuan, how come the two of you tempt me in exactly the same way?"