Chapter 82: (Bottom) Half-edge cultivation path

"Stop!" Klopp shouted to stop training.
"Karl, when Zhuo Yang goes up, you should pull back a little and take care to protect his back. Yes, this is the position, back five meters."
"Marx, when Zhuo takes the ball and breaks through the inside, you have to wait for the opportunity to pull the edge, take the central defender away, and leave the middle gap to the Ricardo plugged in."
"Okay, very good, that's it. Continue!"
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"You say how good this football can be. Isn't it good to play music honestly?" Yang Hong mumbled with his eyes closed: "Only the piano can be worthy of a doll." She is as soft as a pile of noodles , There is no strength to move the fingers together, and the messy hair is soaked in sweat and clings to the face.
"Dolls like it and have talent. Our son is a genius." Zhuo Tongtong's waist was almost exhausted, but his hands were still stroking back and forth on his wife's back, and his fingertips were slippery. "Honghong, why did you say that the carvings of the years never left a trace on you? You are still as beautiful and beautiful as the day I just met you. You are the greatest favor of God to me."
"Husband, I love you... um..."
"Tap... Um..., you today... Um..., bad guy..."
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"The beauty of the Americas is because there are birds calling, clear springs are laughing, and leaves in small villages are floating. However, I think the beauty of Asia is the stars and the sea, and the fish and white sails that have never met."
"Second brother, speak people!"
"Oh, Ronaldinho's bull tail tail is amazing, but he is not as good as Zhuo Yang in a high-speed run."
Wen Qing's second brother Montolivo is explaining to brothers how he thinks Ronaldinho and Zhuo Yang are weaker.
"The gloomy sky, the mottled heart, how many cheers and laughter, and how many past memories and memories are buried in it. Ah-, mom fucking..."
"Second brother, don't give up treatment."
Montolivo: "..."
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"Let the baby play football, the child is older." Yang Hong curled up in her husband's arms, saying something like a dream whisper: "I just want two children to be happy and happy for a lifetime."
"I just want you and your children to be happy forever..." In a whisper, Yang Hong gradually fell asleep.
Zhuo Tongtong gently wrapped his wife in front of her chest with her cheek against her forehead. "Honghong, I love you. Love you..."
Listening to his wife's small snore, Zhuo Tongtong finally let out a breath.
My mother, I’m almost dying today, and the political and ideological work has a long way to go!
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After training, Zhuo Yang received a text message from his father: Rest assured, your mother has agreed!
Zhuo Yang was overjoyed and gave his thumbs up to his father. Father's love is like a mountain, not an ordinary mountain, but a mountain!
"Dad is mighty! I knew there was nothing that my dad couldn't do. The big problem, my great dad would solve it easily." Zhuo Yang responded to the text and smacked his dad's ass. He didn't know that Zhuo Tongtong was not relaxed at all.
Zhuo Yang told coach Klopp the good news, Klopp looked at him like a fool.
Zhuo Yang told Professor Norman the good news. Norman looked at him like a fool.
Zhuo Yang told her sister Zhuo Qiuqiu this good news, Zhuo Qiuqien happily ate a portion of braised pork.
Zhuo Yang told Li Xiaoqing the good news, and Li Xiaoqing took him a meal of braised pork.
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At night, Zhuo Yang returned to the dormitory and was immersed in the excitement of everything.
‘I walked beside you alone and didn’t have anything to tell you. I dare not look up...’ The phone rang and it was Dad’s call.
"Dad, you are amazing, you are my idol..."
"Zhuo Yang, your mother wants to talk to you." Zhuo Tongtong interrupted his son's admiration.
Zhuo Yang: "..."
"Zhuo Yang, for such a big thing, why don't you tell us in advance?"
"Mom, I..."
"When can you be sensible and don't let me worry about your dad?"
"Mom. I..."
"It's okay to play football, I don't object, but what if you want to get into trouble again?"
"Mom, I promise..."
"I agree that you play football. What if your study is delayed?"
"Mom..., you can ask Professor Norman..."
"I'll ask him, hum! He doesn't want to escape the relationship. Study hard, play the piano, don't fight in the ball, have you heard it?"
"Mom. I see..."
"... Zhuo Yang, have you grown tall? Is the money enough? Will you buy clothes?"
"...Mom, I miss you and Dad..."
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This Zhuo Yanggang put down his phone, and Professor Norman's phone rang there.
"Karl, I'll give the child to you, what are you doing?"
"Ms. Yang Hong, listen to me..."
"Karl, I trust you so much, but you coaxed my son to play football!"
"Ms. Yang Hong, listen to me..."
"What do you say, what's there to say? I warn you, Carl, if Zhuo Yang has any difference, I can't spare you!"
"...Ms. Yang Hong..."
"I tell you Karl, if Zhuo Yang can't finish his studies, I will not finish with you!"
"...Ms. Yang Hong,...I...wrong..."
Don't look at Professor Norman's so passionate when he gave Zhuo Yangbi~ EbookFREE.me~ His fighting power in front of Yang Hong is scum. In addition to Zhuo Tongtong, who bowed to the ground, everyone else would have to look down upon Yang Hong Wanyue's toughness.
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In the morning sky, there is a slight fragrance, the night rain has wiped out all the dust, and even the fragrance of jasmine has been rendered in the moist, with the wind blowing, drifting into every breathing pore .
Dawn was like a thick white fog covering the city, and gradually turned into a tulle, and like a magic hand, gently opened her veil, so that morning Xia blushed her face.
The tender-faced Zhuo Tongtong smiled and watched his wife rushing towards 8,000 kilometers away. He couldn’t help but admire Yang Hong’s heroic mountains and rivers.
"Honghong, you always look so beautiful when you start a fire, like the brightest in the night sky...oh...hiss..."
"What's wrong?"
"...Low back, back pain..."
"You, I didn't know what was going crazy last night. I was almost torn apart by your bones. I really thought it was a guy from 20 years ago? At that time, you know that there are no days and nights all day long. Toss me, bad guy!"
In the early morning, Yang Hong, which is more radiant and more radiant, is in sharp contrast with Zhuo Tongtong, who has a black eye circle.
There are only exhausted cows, there is no plowed field!
"Come on, let's lie down... Isn't it here? I'll rub it for you..., let's be more relaxed in the future, we will grow longer in the future..."
The night gathered up at the urging of dawn, and an early skylark stared curiously at the lights shining from the windows between the buildings. A little, with a crisp cry, the birds flew away from the branches to meet today's morning glow.
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