Chapter 14: Fresh clothes Nu Ma Juvenile

　　Klopp was frightened on the sidelines. These guys were all his sweethearts. Seeing that he was about to win the game, if they hurt one more, they would cry without crying. Fortunately, there is not much time left.
　　 The time reached 90 minutes, and the fourth referee signaled four minutes of stoppage time.
　　De Jong and the opponent player scrambled, and the ball bounced on his leg and rolled quickly towards the sideline. There was no danger at all, Zhuo Yang chased desperately with his tongue out like crazy. This area is near the corner corner of the Fort Maddie youth team at halftime. Zhuo Yang does not want to give his opponent an excellent frontcourt throw-in. Squeezing his own physical strength, his professionalism and volition will not be said, and finally got the ball back in the moment when football went out of bounds. Then, turning around, Zhuo Yang froze.
　　 stood in front of him a defender, the ape Taishan Quentin Oscar.
　　 This big guy has almost no defensive missions on the field, because he is a forward arrow, and because of his turn and speed are also very good, the highest skill of defense is to look at. Oscar did not deliberately run over to defend, just because he worked with Mertesacker in the penalty area for ninety minutes, and was also annoyed by Mertesacker, so he slipped to the sideline here to breathe, did not expect Zhuo Yang to just return Save here.
　　Ape Taishan and Xiao Li Feidao met by accident.
　　Oscar wondered, this kid just let Dimitz eat such a big loss, it seems that the month is accounted for, I also have to give him a bit to help Dimitz vent. Oscar and Youssef have very good personal relationships and have a good pair of friends. Oscar was thinking this way, his body stretched out, and he slammed into Zhuo Yang with his shirt, like a gorilla robbing his spouse.
　　 Zhuo Yang Gang turned around after saving the ball, and he saw that the flesh was coming sideways, too late to dodge. He simply jumped on the bridge and stepped into the soil with his soles, using his strength to resist this heavy hammer.
　　 The audience, the players on both sides, the bench bench and the referee bench, seemed to hear a terrifying Mars hit the earth. But after the impact, the imaginary petite Zhuo Yangheng flying out did not appear.
　　 Zhuo Yang cleverly used the buffer between muscles, quite a bit of four to two kilograms, to resolve this barbarian attack. He and Oscar both wobbled three times, each taking a step back, obviously split equally. But Zhuo Yang retreated with the ball in this step.
　　 Everyone is a little dumbfounded this time, which is too unscientific. There are several levels of wrong height and weight. Hogwarts’ giant Hagrid didn’t do Harry Potter? Oscar was a little dumbfounded, but he didn't have any reservations at all, and used 10% of his skills. I was afraid that a cow would be hit by himself. This kid is a monster!
　　 Zhuo Yang is not a monster, Zhuo Yang knows martial arts.
　　 Zhuo Yang is someone who has a hatred, but of course he will not be so stupid that he will hit him back again. That is the kind of thing that Duke Motley would do if he is out of stock.
　　 Zhuo Yang is a rogue!
　　 Zhuo Yang took the ball, pulled it again, twisted it, and played the trick. Oscar looked at Zhuo Yang's level of playing at halftime. He knew his weight and he had no confidence in breaking the ball to prevent the Chinese kid. But as a professional player, he subconsciously stretched his legs to reach the ball, but not enough, the football was turned by Zhuo Yang back to the left, Oscar again subconsciously left, the ball went to the right. Waiting for him to screw it back, Zhuo Yang took the ball away from him four or five meters away.
　　Oscar finally couldn't control the center of gravity of the body anymore. He fell down on his back, and the grass scraps scattered on the smashed grass, like a mountain collapsed.
　　Rogues can martial arts, no one can stop it!
　　 Then I heard Oscar's strange cry of rubbing his thighs. Thinking against the body, consciousness leads IQ, this guy also strained his thigh muscles.
　　 When the stretcher carried Quentin Oscar off the court, the four volunteers were tired and trembling. This is too heavy, it's a big job!
　　 Until the referee blew the final whistle, the teammates looked at Zhuo Yang's eyes strangely. There is no cheering for victory, no reversing excitement.
　　Mertzack came carefully after a while: "That, Zhuo, you, the ancient Chinese curse, that..., is it a joke?"
　　 Zhuo Yang: "..."
　　Piggy: "Otherwise, Zhuo, you try again? I have endured that goalkeeper for a long time..."
　　 Zhuo Yang: "..."
　　Ribery: "Zuo, can you teach me the spells, you know, our family turned out to be... lost?"
　　 Zhuo Yang: "..."
　　 The bus that went back was full of laughter and piggy-backing. Klopp secretly called the boss Mr. Mullen, and then stood up with red lights and clapped hands to signal everyone's quietness: "This reversal, we also rose to the second position, the boss agreed, and sent to everyone Bonus, one week salary per person!"
　　 There was cheers suddenly on the bus. Money is a man's aphrodisiac.
　　 Zhuo Yang: "Sir, that French dinner..."
Klopp: "..."
Frank Ribery scratched his head: "Sir, look, you know, right? The French restaurant my father opened is not big, but it still tastes pretty good. Believe me, my dad will give us a discount drop."
Klopp: "..."
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　　 This is a small but very small French restaurant.
　　 White exterior wall, black iron doors and windows, two oak barrels placed at the door. The suspended ceiling of the room is scattered, and there is a quiet canal flowing outside the window.
　　 Twenty or so big men crowded the small restaurant, the elegant restaurant became a lively vegetable market, and the noble French cuisine made this group of men with hormonal explosions eaten into a food stall.
　　 Cow chewing peony!
　　 Scarface's father, Mr. Old Ribery looked at these noisy young people with a smile, just like looking at the euro banknotes walking one by one. Scarlet Ribery and Zhuo Yang came out as waiters, like two heavy butterflies traversing the crowd.
　　The upright piano in the corner, Zhuo Yang played "Happy Shepherd" for everyone to help Jiuxing. Closing his eyes, he fiddled with the keyboard while wondering: This is a good place, is it possible to meet with Reza here?
　　 The bills that had been heavily discounted still caused Mr. Jurgen Klopp's liver to tremble three times!
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　　Sunday, sunny, breeze.
　　The Hanover University of Music in the late autumn is beautiful and fascinating. Those thick and tall maple trees, the branches stretched out in all directions, scattered on the campus full of forest. The red leaves are swaying, these red leaves tremble slightly in the autumn wind, and fall down from time to time, laying a red carpet on the campus. The falling leaves are like a red butterfly dancing. There are also some lonely and outlying maple trees, which, when viewed from a distance, look like an eternal firework.
　　 The autumn sunshine is not as enthusiastic as the summer sun, nor as cold and cold as the winter sun. The autumn sun is warm, and it is soft on the face, like a mother touching. The autumn sky is very blue, blue and charming, and blue is clear, and the clear is dotted with white clouds, quiet and comfortable.
　　 Winter sweetness, spring romance, summer sexiness. And autumn is the season of first love!
　　 A road lined with maple trees on both sides of the campus is like a long red tunnel. Zhuo Yang stood on the side of the road, with a gray-black thin sweater and a black-red plaid shirt collar, a tight light brown trousers, and brown vintage mid-heel shoes. This is a standard student dress, some turtles. But with Zhuo Yang's handsome oriental face, and his high standard body shape, he wears a classic taste. His affection bike leaned against the tree, and the frame of the large and thick benzene was a bit old.
　　 Juju still has proud frost sticks, fresh clothes angry horse teenager Lang.
　　Zhuo Yang held a red leaf in his hand, bored his toes with circles or squares on the ground, filled with anticipation and anxiety.
　　 Yesterday was the game day. Today the team is closed. There is no class on Sunday in school. It is a rare day to be free. Zhuo Yang has the courage to ask Reshakova.
　　Rishakova is still somewhat surprised, because this is the first time Zhuo Yang took the initiative to contact her. Recently, the big boy didn’t know what he was busy with. He hurried all day long, and occasionally met with only a few words, so that she had no chance to start.
　　Rishakova likes to have in different environments and with different men. She is obsessed with this feeling of freedom of body and desire. Reishakova has a noble and intellectual mysticism in front of a man who is unfamiliar or has no desire to conquer, but when she and the man are in bed, they are crazy enough to be careless, even seemingly mean and self-abuse.
　　 But all these are the desire of the body, the conquest of desire, and the freedom of spirit and joy of indulgence.
　　All this has nothing to do with love.
　　Risakova did not collect love, she collected only men. For her, love is just a floral fragrance when a girl is ignorant, and a home when a woman is tired.
　　 There are always some girls who indulge and promiscuous in their youth like to say: When the play is tired, I will find an honest man to marry. Honest people are furious: Are we honest people digging the grave of your family?
　　All this, there is no right or wrong.
　　 As long as it does not hinder others, everyone has the right to choose a lifestyle, as long as you are willing to be responsible for your choice.
Reishakova walked from afar, and the black and white patterned tight-fitting slim pants perfectly expressed her moist and slenderness. The light black pinstripe shirt on the white background was opened, and the white tight underwear revealed her pride, Jeep. The hand-made wooden necklace in the style of the game, with the curve of the curve on the chest, thick matte black matte leather shoes make the whole body more jade-like.
　　 "Hi, Zhuo." Reishakova smiled as if she could disperse the dark clouds over the Caribbean Sea. "Is this the car you said on the phone?"
　　 "Well, it's cool, isn't it?" Zhuo Yang patted the feeling bicycle with confidence.
　　 "Wow, it's really cool, I think, I haven't been in such a cool car for at least ten years, yes, at least ten years!"
　　 "Okay, Reisha, I am your driver today. It is an honour to serve the beautiful Miss Reshakova." Men are always attentive in front of beautiful women, and Zhuo Yang is no exception.
　　 "I'm curious where my driver will take me." Reishakova leaned forward with her hands behind her hands, and was playful and brisk. "Can I go?"
　　 "Please get in the car, Ruisha. We Chinese are all old drivers."
　　 bang, bang bell sounded.
　　 "Risa, you are very beautiful today!"
　　 "Thank you, Zhuo."
　　 "Do you know why there are no stars and moon during the day?"
　　 "Why?"
　　 "Because they all fall into your eyes..."
　　 The bicycles of the two people gradually went away in the red maple tunnel, and the maple leaves slowly fell behind them.
　　 If time can solidify, it will be a beautiful oil painting.
　　 Zhuo Yang carrying Reshakova slowly rides along the river bank. Reisha hugged Zhuo Yang's waist and leaned against Zhuo Yang's generous back. The two chatted nonsense while enjoying the scenery of the canal.
　　Love is when two people talk nonsense endlessly, and no one will get bored. - Zhuo Tongtong
　　 Gradually, Reishakova had a strange feeling, which was unfamiliar but a little familiar, just like the first time a girl in middle school received a small note. For too long, Reishakova, who has forgotten this feeling, is confused.
　　 There is no impatience to undress, no crazy requests, only simple and casual nonsense, only autumn sunshine and beautiful canals.
　　Risakova suddenly became obsessed with this feeling, and wanted to leave this quiet Sunday.
　　Many years later, with her granddaughter Reishakova, she still can often think of the afternoon on the bank of the Hanover Canal.
　　 Zhuo Yang felt the fullness and pride of Reishakova on his back. His rogue face was red ears and his head was full of sweat.
　　The French restaurant at the Ribéry’s house, called ‘Left Bank’, is a bit vulgar.
　　 Zhuo Yang took Reisha to the left bank, and Uber read the book www.uukanshu.com. Ribery greeted him: "Wow, Zhuo, is this your girlfriend? You are really enviable and jealous."
　　 Zhuo Yang did not explain: "Risa, this is my friend, Frank, Frank Ribery. Frank, this is Risa, Risa Kova."
　　 "Hi, Frank." Reishakova was noble and generous.
　　 "Hello, Reza. You are so beautiful, Zhuo Zhen is a lucky guy!" Ribery raved.
　　 "Thank you, Frank. Zhuo told me you have very delicious fried foie gras."
　　 "That is of course." Speaking of the deliciousness of his home, Ribery seemed very confident. "You will love this place. The Ribery restaurant is very honored to serve the beautiful Miss Rezakova."
　　 Men from all over the world see a beautiful girl like a bear.
　　With appetizers, soups, hot dishes, and main dishes, served in order, Zhuo Yang and Reisha whispered while eating.
　　Risakova became more and more confused. From Zhuo Yang's eyes, he saw Zhuo Yang's appreciation of her, attracted by her beautiful appearance, and had a passion for her charming body. But she didn't see the desire, she didn't want to strip her away like a knife. Zhuo Yang's eyes are clear and generous, and she will not glance at her or buttocks from time to time. Zhuo Yang always looked at her eyes softly and talked to her, even when she glanced over her body, it would be natural, no frivolous, no sneaky. This gave Reshakova a very different feeling.
　　Rishakova suddenly wanted to cherish the present, she was afraid that Zhuo Yang, who had arrived in bed, would become those men, and would lose the pure and innocent feeling now, and some things would never be found again. She was a little afraid that Zhuo Yang would be wiped out among those men.
　　 Am I in love? Reshakova was confused.