Clara, Camille is a member of the Lyon fan group.

In France, women are very strong, and France is also one of the first countries to rise feminism.

Clara, Camille usually organizes Lyon fan events, goes to the stadium to cheer for the team or something, but this time they are ready to teach Real Madrid a lesson.

"Camille, are you all there?"

"Here are a dozen of them."

"Almost, turn off the lights."

The lights are turned off and the slide projector is turned on.

A headshot appears on the big screen.

Clara pointed at the headshot with a laser pointer, "This person's name is Tang Zhenglong, a bastard of Real Madrid, who despised us Lyon before the game, and I was going to give him a little color." ”

"What are you going to do?"

Clara smiled and continued: "Football players are all beasts, and we have so many beautiful women, of course, it is a beauty trick. ”

“……”

"And this time it's not just about this bastard, we're going to teach other Real Madrid players a lesson."

"Okay, listen to you, but you can't break the law."

"Don't worry, I'll legally make the Real Madrid players lose face in Lyon."

******

The bus drove into the hotel, and the Real Madrid players stepped off the bus one after another.

At this time, there was a noise on the side.

"Real Madrid, I love you."

"Tang Zhenglong, I love you."

As a Real Madrid player, being sought after away from home is the most common thing.

The players walked over to sign autographs for the fans.

Clara took the opportunity to get closer to Tang Zhenglong.

"I didn't bring a poster, can you sign it on my clothes."

Tang Zhenglong took a look, this girl should not be named "Yourong", this is also too big.

"Hehe, that's not good."

"What's so bad about that? This is France. ”

What does this mean? Isn't it possible to mess around in France?

"Well, you turn around, and I'll sign behind your back."

Clara was stunned, she didn't expect Tang Zhenglong to be so alert.

"Behind the sign? Why? I still feel like it's signed on to my ......."

Tang Zhenglong said righteously: "I am from China, I am a very traditional person, you better turn around." ”

Clara had no choice but to turn around.

After signing the autograph, the teammates gathered, and of course they saw what had just happened.

"Haha, it's serious."

Tang Zhenglong said with a smile: "What do you beasts know, that girl clearly wants to jump with immortals, as long as I touch her headlights, then I will definitely see the newspaper tomorrow." ”

"Hehe, Don, so cautious."

"Learn from me, lest you be sold and stupidly count the money there."

Marcelo was stunned.

"Why are you talking to me?"

"Because you're the stupidest."

Burst.

Hahaha.

*****

Clara, Camille's group gathered.

"I didn't expect that guy to be so weird, he just didn't touch me."

"You're not saying that players are all brainless beasts, and when they see beautiful women, they become mentally retarded."

Clara said hatefully, "How did I know he was so cunning. ”

"What then?"

"Let me ask you, who of those people in Real Madrid looks stupid?"

Everyone thought about it and unanimously elected Marcelo.

"I think so too, that curly hair is very simple at first glance, completely different from Tang Zhenglong."

"And what do you mean?"

"There's a training session at Real Madrid in the afternoon, we'll look at it again and this time the goal is curly."

Everyone showed a hint of a thief's smile, as if they had already succeeded.

******

Marcelo dunked the ball to his left foot and then pushed it to his right foot, alternating between his left and right feet, which was the most common warm-up maneuver.

Tang Zhenglong leaned over.

"What's wrong? Got something on your mind? ”

"Don, am I really stupid?"

Tang Zhenglong smiled and patted Marcelo's shoulder.

"Of course not, you are simple, just as beautiful as me."

"Is this praising me or scolding me?"

Burst.

"Don, can you teach me some experience."

"What experience?"

"For example, read the minds of girls, don't be deceived."

Tang Zhenglong pointed to the female fans on the side.

"Do you know what they're thinking?"

"What?"

"Germany's Effenberg said that young girls want to change their destiny through their stars, so there is nothing true love."

"Really? I thought they really liked me. ”

Burst.

"Marcelo, you are so simple."

"Okay, then I'll tell you how to deal with these female fans."

*****

At the end of the training session, it is time for fans to interact.

Clara, Camille yelling at Marcelo, "Superstar, Superstar......"

As soon as he heard someone shouting superstar, Tang Zhenglong walked over.

"The superstar is coming."

Clara was stunned.

This guy is not only cunning, but also shameless, the superstar is calling you?

"I'm calling Marcelo."

"Cut, then what kind of superstar are you shouting?"

Clara rolled her eyes.

The girls surrounded Marcelo.

"You're so strong, little Brazilian tiger."

Marcelo was just about to be happy, but suddenly remembered Tang Zhenglong's teaching just now - if the girl praises you, then she must not be happy.

"Hehe, hello, do you need an autograph?"

"No, we need you, Brazilian little tiger, have you ever had a French girlfriend?"

"Nope."

"That's right, I haven't had a Brazilian boyfriend either."

Marcelo's mind was messed up, but Tang Zhenglong had taught him a nirvana move, and if he couldn't parry, he could summon Tang Zhenglong.

"Oh, well, I can introduce you to a Brazilian."

"Who?"

Marcelo pointed at Tang Zhenglong.

"Him!!"

The girls were dumbfounded.

"No kidding, he's Chinese, we all know it."

Tang Zhenglong said with a smile; "Actually, I have one-sixteenth Brazilian ancestry."

Burst!!

Clara patted Marcelo, "I like pure. ”

The women were about to attack suddenly, and Clara and Camille hugged Marcelo, rubbing and rubbing, while someone next to them was holding a camera and preparing to take pictures.

"Damn, the overlord is the bow?"

Click.

At the same time as the shutter was pressed, Tang Zhenglong reached out to block it.

"Why are you blocking me?"

"Don't shoot randomly, this is Real Madrid's image rights."

"You care about me."

The girl was ready to shoot again, and Tang Zhenglong blocked again.

"Damn, your hands are so fast."

I shoot.

I'm blocking.

I shoot.

I'm blocking.

The girl surrendered, and Tang Zhenglong was simply a thousand-armed Guanyin.

"Curly hair, you can touch it when you need it, kiss it when you should kiss it, I'll block it here, I guarantee that I can't shoot it."

Clara, Camille was dumbfounded.

Should you touch it? Should be kissed, is this still human words?

Marcelo put on a - then you're not welcome.

"Haha."

"Get out!!"

Clara, Camille pushes Marcelo away.

"Sisters, let's go."

"Haha, fight with me!"

******

Clara, Camille carefully examines the photo.

"TMD, I don't have a single one that works, is he the Flash? With such a fast hand, why didn't he go to be a goalkeeper? ”

"He got a red card for making a save in the group stage, and the ban has just been lifted."

Clara was so angry that she vomited blood.

"We went online to call on French women to boycott Tang Zhenglong, if a French girl has a relationship with Tang Zhenglong, she is our enemy."