Chapter Twenty-Six: A Striker Who Won't Score

"Are all Chinese boys as flamboyant as you?"

Anna looked at Lin Supo in front of her and asked with a smile on her face.

"I don't know, but I'm usually the only person who says nice things when I'm faced with beautiful women."

"That's a real honor."

The female professor covered her mouth and chuckled, "There are a lot of people who hate you now, I don't want to go to the newspaper with you, after all, I don't know kung fu." ”

"If you want to learn, I can teach you, and I guarantee that three or five people can't get close after you learn!"

"Really?"

The female professor's eyes lit up instantly.

Lin Supo couldn't hold the other party's meaning, what he said was learned in the bedroom.

Before he could speak, Anna got up, leaving a contact information and a beautiful back.

Lin Supo, who was sitting in the café, was quite speechless.

Most big brothers are rare these days, and it's really hard to get in touch.

This time he asked the other party to call Moscow University for the third time, only to find someone, and then made an appointment to have coffee together.

In the same situation, you can chat about the same in a week on WeChat, and with the current level of communication, it can't be completed in two months.

Of course, the pros and cons are relative, and in '95 you never need to worry about your phone being condemned, let alone being caught in a selfie photo.

After drinking coffee, he went out and rode back to the team on the big 28.

"Boss, how's it going? If you want me to say that you can change the goal. ”

Epifanov, who was sitting in front of the black-and-white TV playing a game, said weakly that he had been abused for a long time playing Super Mario.

"Adults don't care about children."

Lin Supo replied angrily and planted it directly on his bed.

The game console of "Coward" was bought by Lin Supo from his compatriots, Xiaobawang Cottage FC, and then other cottage Xiaobawang, before Lin Supo bought 10 game consoles in order to enrich the spare time life of his teammates.

The other party was very righteous and sent a bunch of 200-in-1 or something.

In fact, Lin Supo wants to buy Saturn or PS1, but that thing is not easy to buy, there are no channels, and it is not like it can be delivered to your home by clicking casually on the APP later. Xiaobawang was tired of playing when he was a child, so naturally he would not be interested in it with Lao Maozi.

"Do you want to play Brother Squirrel, Boss?"

"Come on!"

The two of them started today's journey of red and white machines.

Anyone who has played Squirrel Wars knows that the fun of this game is not to pass the level, but to engage with teammates.

Due to the limitations of the screen, P1P2 must be in the middle of a screen, and when a teammate wants to jump over the abyss, they can drag them behind and let them fall.

How could Lin Supo give up such an opportunity to bully his teammates, if it weren't for Epifanov who couldn't beat him, he would have been bleeding today.

……

On August 8, the fourth round of the league.

Spartak against Khimki Club.

Khimki is located northwest of Moscow, in the middle of the Russian Plain, with a temperate continental climate and a population of more than 200,000.

It can't be compared to a larger county in China, but Russia is like this - the land is vast and sparsely populated.

Khimki is not as famous as Moscow, but it is very important.

Founded in 1939 just 20 kilometers from Moscow, the city has long been closed to the outside world for the development of a military industry. During the Great Patriotic War of the Soviet Union, it was the limit of the eastward advance of Nacrat Germany. Railways and highways are flanked by factories, design bureaus, higher schools, cinemas and residences, which are built in a style and layout similar to those of Moscow.

In a sense, it can also be regarded as a Moscow derby.

Of course, Khimki is very poor, and they are also very discriminated against.

Newcomers living in Manhattan look down on Brooklyn, let alone Long Island, just across the bridge; Muscovites also looked down on the Khimki, and relations between the two sides were like those between Yanjing and Tongzhou. The people under the root of the Imperial City have a strong sense of superiority, and their eyes are on the top of their heads.

Before the game even started, the atmosphere between the fans of both sides was already hot.

Khimki fans taunted with banners.

Two huge banners, one that says 'Stray Dogs without a home field' and the other that says 'Strikers who can't score goals are a good match for you'.

There is no doubt that Khimki fans can easily grasp the pain points of Spartak fans.

The Spartak fans, who were still laughing at these rednecks at the beginning, have broken the defense.

Without its own home turf, it is indeed no different from a stray dog. Although today's game is said to be at home, it is still played at the home of the city's rival Dynamo Moscow.

Considering the feud between the two teams, Spartak would not have agreed to play at home if they weren't really poor.

Lin Supo, who was squinting, was quite unhappy.

You especially want to ridicule and pull Lao Tzu to do something.

When he was warming up, he was angry, and he kept thinking about the game and starting to teach the other party a lesson.

Won't you score a goal to eat your rice or spend your salary?

Lao Tzu has two assists in 3 games, the defense is the best in Europe, you still have a face to mock, let you try how comfortable it is to even be targeted by defenders today.

At the same time, Anna Verginskaya, a professor at Moscow University, sat in front of the television and followed the live broadcast of the match.

I don't know why, she always thinks of that Chinese boy.

Maybe the people who appeared in front of her before were always pretending, but she admired the Chinese boy who often showed off his mouth and didn't hide his purpose at all. In particular, both of their names come from literary and artistic works.

Her grandmother was the Soviet actress Anastasia Verginskaya, whose masterpiece "Anna Karenina" is the origin of her name.

The picture of the color TV fluctuated a little, and the female professor slapped the picture twice before it returned to normal.

The commentary chattered to warm up for the game.

"There has been a long feud between the two teams, and today at Spartak's home stadium, the away fans were not polite at all."

"Khimki fans really know how to provoke Spartak fans, and I have a hunch that after today's game, there will be another big battle between fans on both sides."

"Okay, I think so, but Khimki fans had better make it clear that it's just a fight between fans, don't let Lin participate in the group fight, Lin can fight a hundred by himself."

Lin Supo must vomit blood as if he heard it.

What kind of urban legend is this?

Don't say it's him, even the special forces soldier king can't beat a hundred old hairies with his bare hands.

If it continues to be spread like this, he is afraid that he will take the head of the enemy general in the army and scare off a million German troops with a loud shout.

The female professor covered her mouth and chuckled, obviously not believing such rumors.

When the two of them ate together before, Lin Supo had already admitted that he only fought two or three at a time, and if he had something to take advantage of, he could have two or three more, so he would sneak attack and then wander away, describing the sound and color.

As a high-level intellectual, Anna also felt that what the parties themselves said was reliable.

She had heard the legend of Lin Supo in school, and her colleagues said that Lin Supo was born in Shaolin Temple and came to Russia to promote Chinese martial arts.