Chapter 6: "Golden Right Foot"

"Yo! Isn't this Director Zhao?"
Hearing this distinctive voice, Zhao Ju's heart sank, and then an arm wrapped around his neck and draped on his shoulder.
"It's been a long time, Zhao Bureau!"
The sharp voice had come to his ear, and the master of the voice was beside him.
Zhao Ju turned his head, and really saw Zhang's cheeky face with yellow hair on his head, and smiled insidiously.
"Fu Jian, your friend?" Next to him, a slightly older man asked curiously. The man was surrounded by three other people, and at a glance he knew that he was the leader of the group.
"Yeah, yeah, an old friend. I haven't seen you for years. I didn't expect to see them here, ha!"
"Your friend is the director? Why don't you introduce it?" Brother smiled at Zhao Ju's face.
Fu Jian quickly waved his hands and said with a smile: "What a director! People call Zhao Bureau, Zhang Wang Li Zhao, the director's bureau, the name is this..."
Someone behind the elder brother laughed: "I'm going, what a wonderful name?"
Fu Jian smiled even more happily: "Yes, because of this name, we all call him the director, oh, let Qing Qing you misunderstand! This kid, like us, is playing football...oh No, it used to be football!"
Zhao Ju felt that Fu Jian had put a little more force around his arm. In the eyes of outsiders, this might be a sign of intimacy, but Zhao Ju’s neck was strangled, and he was a little breathless...
Hearing that the other party was not an official, the smile on the face of Qingge quickly disappeared, and he sneered, "You are teammates?"
Fu Jian loosened Zhao Ju's neck, and Zhao Ju could finally breathe.
When Zhao Bureau was panting with his neck stuck, he heard Fu Jian saying to his brother Qing: "I played in Dacheng Echelon before."
Dacheng is a local professional football club, which is why Zhao Ju is not a local and has been staying in the local area. He has played in the Dacheng echelon for several years and will naturally choose to stay in this city, with more opportunities than returning home. .
"It's also Dacheng?" Qing Ge groaned for a while, frowning and looking to the other side, that was their opponent in this game, the Red Lights football team.
How could Fu Jian not understand the meaning of Brother Qing, a strange smile appeared on his face, and he pointed his thumb back to the Zhao Bureau who was still adjusting his breath: "You don’t know, Brother Qing, Zhao Bureau has a nickname. !"
"What nickname?" Brother Qing looked at Zhao Ju and sneered.
"'Gold Right Foot'!"
"Such awesome?" Qing Ge's expression suddenly dignified.
Fu Jian smiled and asked, "Hello, haven't you ever seen Star Master's "Shaolin Football"?"
Before Brother Qing responded, someone laughed behind him: "It turns out that Director Zhao is a lame!"
Zhao Ju held his breath and his face became extremely difficult to look at.
"Yes! It's a lame!" Fu Jian seemed to have completely failed to see Zhao Ju's face, and he laughed exaggeratedly while slapping Zhao Ju's shoulders vigorously.
A group of people laughed back and forth around Zhao Ju, and in their laughter, Zhao Ju bowed his head and clasped the hem of his jacket with both hands. It was embarrassment, but he did not dare to quit.
At this time, a tall figure appeared beside him, his arms were on his shoulders, and his body leaned over: "Hi, old Zhao, these are your friends? Introduce and introduce."
As soon as Zhao Ju turned around, he saw Gao Zheng's grinning face and was looking at a group of people in Fu Jian.
"What interesting things are you talking about? Tell me?"
Fu Jian's laughter was interrupted in this way, and in the face of this uninvited guest who obviously came to support Zhao Ju, he made a dissatisfied hum: "Who are you?"
"Ah, forgot to introduce myself. I am Lao Zhao's teammate, my name is Gao Zheng." Gao Zheng waved to them.
"You are his teammate, why haven't I seen... wait, your name is Gao Zheng?!" Fu Jian exclaimed, pointing at Gao Zheng. "That Gao Zheng?"
Gao Zheng nodded with a smile: "Yes, that is Gao Zheng."
Brother Qing was also surprised: "Gao Zheng?"
"Yes, that's the genius Gao Zheng who was cancelled by AC Milan in advance." Fu Jian reacted and looked at Gao Zheng wearing a red jersey, taunting, "Someone on the Internet said that Gao Zheng was playing wild ball, I don't believe it yet I didn’t expect it to be true. Gee, who can think of the genius boy of that year, has now fallen to such a point. Well, I understand why AC Milan doesn’t want you."
"Shut up!" Zhao Ju, who had been ridiculed and said nothing, suddenly shouted, "Fu Jian, you know what a fart, nonsense!"
Fu Jiantai opened his hand and ridiculed: "What do I don't understand? Isn't it the level that stinks, AC Milan can't look at it. The domestic media all the time bragging about what a "peerless genius", deceiving the fans to be okay, we inside Pedestrians can't be fooled..."
"You fucking..." Zhao Ju's fists were furious, but he was caught by Gao Zheng.
I saw that Gao Zheng faced Fu Jian's constant ridicule and provocation, but did not get angry, but held Zhao Zhao with one hand, and put the other hand in the pocket of his sports pants, with a smile on his face, saying: I don’t know if it’s stinky or not, but it’s enough to win you.

The tone of the tone was light, and listening to him said it was as simple as winning and eating and drinking.
Fu Jian, Qing Ge and their group changed color at the same time-they were looked down upon nakedly!
Qing brother Shen Sheng said: "Don't be crazy!"
Gao Zheng said with a smile: "Crazy, not crazy, don't you know when you play?"
Brother Qing took a deep breath and nodded: "OK. Let's go."
Fu Jian pointed at the Zhao Bureau next to Gao Zheng and ridiculed with a thumbs up: "The lame can hold his thighs. I have found a genius to stand against the mountain and have a vision! I admire my brother!"
After that, he turned and followed his companion to the other side of the court.
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Looking at their backs, Gao Zheng asked Zhao Ju, who was still panting next to him: "Who are they?"
"...Is your opponent in this game."
"That runner team, all five are professional?"
"I'm not sure, but one person must be, some one is definitely not." Zhao Ju stared at the backs of five people.
"Huh?" Gao Zheng tilted his head.
"Fu Jian, like me, left without playing in the first team. So he is not considered a professional."
"Fu Jian? That yellow hair?"
"Yes, it's him."
"Speaking of which, why is he bothering you?"
Zhao Ju said briefly: "We used to play in Dacheng's echelon. He and I are competitors. Since then, I have been unhappy with me because he gave me a bench. Later I was injured. , He became the main force, shaking in front of me..."
Gao Zheng said: "Old Zhao, you retired because of injury, but I think he is still playing football, but he has not played in a professional game, indicating that his level is really not good..."
Zhao Ju snorted: "Of course it's not good, he even competes with me, but if I were injured, how could he have a chance? But even if I don't get hurt... In fact, I may not be able to play in a professional game. So you know him How is the level?"
Gao Zheng looked at what Huang Mao Fu Jian was saying to Brother Qing, his attitude was quite respectful. "Is it definitely the one who is the professional player?"
"Well." Zhao Ju nodded. "Fu Jianguan's name is Qingge. As far as I know, the person with this name should be Yan Qing. He was retired last year and was 28 years old..."
"Retired at the age of 28?"
"Nobody wants it, why not retire? He has played in the top 1 of the Chinese Premier League, but only spent one season in the Chinese Premier League, played two games, and later went to the second team. Going on, of course, can only retire. But look at him now, he should be the strongest in this team..."
Gao Zheng stared at Yan Qing's figure in the distance and said nothing.
Zhao Ju was a little worried: "Actually, you don't need to show me just now, it's not a good thing to provoke them."
"how?"
"Those people, who are irritated. Who knows what they will do? Please come? We are here to help people win and make money. There are fewer troubles. And let them laugh at me a few words, I will not even root hair Why don’t you..."
Gao Zheng suddenly slammed on Zhao Ju's head, and Zhao Zhao froze for a moment, then he looked at Gao Zheng incomprehensiblely.
"Fool, I just want to anger them."
"Huh?" Zhao Ju opened his mouth wide, his face was incredible. "why?"
"Because I want to make this game a little more difficult, it's fun." Gao Zhengxiao's eyes narrowed into a line, his eyes were covered.
Zhao Ju couldn't see whether he was joking or serious...
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