Vol 3 Chapter 88: Rabies outbreak is difficult

No one in the chaotic locker room paid special attention to Zhuo Yang's actions, only Pique and Busquets followed him closely.
　　
　　 Zhuo Yang went straight to Marcos and greeted with a lot of smiles: "Hi Lafar, the weather is very good today."
　　
　　Although he felt inexplicable, Ding did not dare to neglect, and he quickly responded with a smile: "Hi, Zhuo..."
　　
Suddenly, Zhuo Yang's face changed drastically, his smile disappeared, and his eyes rolled wildly, and he scolded: "You dare to look down on me!" A backhand slap on the face of Marcos, the crisp sound echoed in the dressing In the room.
　　
　　Don't talk about Marcos, everyone was stunned. All kinds of surprised expressions are written on everyone's face, and the open mouth is big, small, round and square.
　　
　　 "Laozi kindly came over to say hello to you, your mother didn't move even sitting, I fucking..."
　　
'Snapped! ’Another note.
　　
　　 Marcos couldn't recover at all, and other people kept their strange consternation and were stunned.
　　
　　 "I let you look down on me!"
　　
'Snapped! ’
　　
　　 "Let you look down on me!"
　　
'Snapped! ’
　　
　　 was four crispy big mouths in one breath, the gray face of the mixed-bred Marcos was pumped into the blue of the wood kiln, and it rained through the clouds.
　　
　　 "What are you doing, Zhuo Yang?"
　　
　　 "Zhuo Yang, are you crazy!"
　　
　　 Finally someone responded, Puyol and Xavi snapped off, and Henry, Abidal, Keita, and others stood up from their seats.
　　
　　Although Marcos was so stunned that Venus’ brain was confusing, he also got his blood on his head, ‘Biao’ jumped up, and hit Fang Yang with his fist raised. This was completely his subconscious behavior after being attacked, and it didn't make much sense.
　　
　　 Zhuo Yang, who had been prepared for a long time, let this swing fist, followed by a long body and an iron elbow hitting Marcos' cheek. Before he fell down, two lightning bolts punched him in the chest, smashing Marcos back into his seat.
　　
　　 This is simply a neuropathy! Just because Marcos didn't stand up when he talked to him, would he have to fight? Although Barcelona's locker room is not known for unity, why has such a bad thing happened, is that Real Madrid?
　　
　　 Marcos was beaten up with blood, and his cheeks were not his. At this point Marcos had forgotten what watch, only the stress response after being beaten for no reason.
　　
　　 He reached out and grabbed a square bench next to it, which was a temporary seat for assistant coaches during the chanting.
　　
　　 Zhuo Yang flicked back two steps quickly, with his arms hanging down and standing in the center of the locker room. A killing air quickly filled the air. Marcoston felt Zhuo Yang's eyes cold and bitter.
　　
　　 "Marcos! You want to do it again." Zhuo Yang Shen Ruru. "After you lift up the stool, you are endless."
　　
　　Marcus instantly freezes as if he was acupuncture, the square stool has just been flattened, and it is solidified like a sculpture. He understood and sober, Zhuo Yang came for the watch.
　　
　　In a flash, Marcos had mixed feelings in his heart. He regretted that he could not control his hands. He regretted not giving the watch to Busquets early to end the matter.
　　
Seeing that he did not dare to move, Zhuo Yang turned to pull his Puyol, his expression changed instantly.
　　
　　 "Aunt Pu, I'm miserable~~~~~"
　　
　　 "I'm too miserable, I can't control myself, I have a neuropathy, I have a mental illness~"
　　
　　 Puyol felt that he was going to be neurotic, and Zhuo Yang was a little trance-in from being a madman to a fool.
　　
　　 "Auntie Pu, you don't know, my disease is called... intermittent rabies... no, manic... yes, intermittent stress psychologically forced mania, don't dare to be stimulated!"
　　
　　 "Intermittent...psychological...rabid... sick?"
　　
"Yes, yes, intermittent stress psychotic mania, if you look down on it, you might get sick immediately, like this. It’s like this when you get sick, it’s too miserable to control. , I just want to hit someone, I can’t control it..."
　　
　　 "Aunt Pu, dear teammates, you are all my relatives, you must not give up on me, quickly enlighten me, save me, help me."
　　
　　 Puyol is about to hallucinate, as if he is no longer in the Barcelona dressing room. Only Pique and Busquets knew it, Pique closed his eyes awkwardly, and Busquets turned his head to look at him: Is this your way?
　　
　　Messi, Ibrahimovic and Henry looked at each other. Zhuo Yang has rabies? But I heard that rabies is not like this? He's too miserable, so good. How can a person get it... Isn't this bullshit!
　　
　　 Puyol was helpless and wanted to give Zhuo Yang a warm hug and a hot hug.
　　
　　 "Zhuo Yang, is this...really fake?"
　　
　　 "Really, absolutely true, no cure, I want to lie to you to let the Mexicans rotten chicken ba." Too ridiculous so that Puyolding did not respond.
　　
　　 "Why is there such a disease?"
　　
　　 Zhuo Yang changed from crying to distorting his face, and then suddenly became sore and solemn: "I don't know, if I am stimulated, look down on me, racial discrimination... racial discrimination?"
　　
　　'S face has become ugly and boastful again: "Dare you racist me?"
　　
　　'Hoo' swayed his legs and burst out, kicking Marcos on the square stool that was stupid. With great strength, the square stool flew away and Marcos was still motionless, like the cup pressed after the banknote was suddenly taken away.
　　
　　 The square stool hit the front wall and broke suddenly.
　　
　　 ‘oh hit~~~~’
　　
　　 Zhuo Yang turned around with inertia in place, as beautiful as a ballet, with a roundabout kick. His right foot hit the junction of Marcos's shoulder and neck from top to bottom, and he planted to the ground like a felled tree.
　　
　　 "Stop!" Puyol, who was about to rush out of melanin, hurriedly grabbed and hugged Zhuo Yang, fearing that he would kill him again with a fierce hand. In the dressing room, the sound of breathing was swept up like a pressure cooker.
　　
Messi, Xiaobai, and Coffee also threw up to hug Zhuo Yang, and other people's various expressions were varied, some were angry, some were excited, some were embarrassed, some were stunned, and some were ignorant from beginning to end. force.
　　
Zhuo Yang’s expression has recovered indifferently~EbookFREE.me~ He allows several people to hug himself like a bundle, no longer nonsense, no resistance at all, just staring at the ground half with cold eyes He looked up at his Marcos.
　　
　　 The eyes of the two are woven together in a noisy.
　　
　　 Marcos has fear in his heart! He grew up in a slum area when he was a child. He used to be a bad boy who did a lot of bad things. He was a junior junior, and a junior like him had a mysterious admiration for his brother. In the face of ordinary people, the arrogance and arrogance of the youngsters can be bullied, but the big brother can make them tremble with only one look. Even if he has never seen the big brother before, he just heard the reputation of the big brother.
　　
　　Although he left the ghetto very early, the psychological inertia of his childhood was not so easy to eradicate. For the current Marcos, the infamous Zhuo Yang is the kind of brother on the road today.
　　
"What's the matter with the mess? You... Auntie Pu, what are you doing together?" Guardiola, who just came in at the time of menstruation, lost his face when he looked like this, but then he was lying at his feet. Startled.
　　
　　 "Oh, fuck, you lie here and make trouble ba...