big mouth ball king

Chapter 191
"Hahaha."

"It's like an adult and a child are fighting for the top. It's so funny."

After completing the header fight, Hertha Berlin defender Simnic patted Tang Zhenglong, "What do you think about fighting for a header with me?"

Tang Zhenglong's heart was hurt. He was a standard tall, rich and handsome in China. His height of 1 meters was a killer for girls. After he came to Germany, he was considered short.

Tang Zhenglong was very unconvinced, "I'm tall, you go to the island country to see, adult men are 1 meters."

"Hahaha."

Simnich patted Tang Zhenglong, "Tang, when I was five years old and you competed for the top, I should be better than you."

"what!!"

Heartbroken again.

Tang Zhenglong was not happy.

"By the way, my wife is also taller than you."

puff! !

With his height of 1 meters, Simnich became arrogant, which Tang Zhenglong could not tolerate.

"Stupid, I want to challenge you."

"Challenge me?"

"Yes, I'm going to press you and smash the ball into the goal."

Simnich stood there for five seconds, then laughed.

"Tang, you are a dreamer, I admire that, but can you be a little more reliable?"

"Do not believe?"

"It's not unbelief, it's impossible."

Simnic compared his height, and then compared Tang Zhenglong.

"You just reached my shoulder."

"Haha."

Tang Zhenglong had his hips crossed, looking swollen with anger.

"Don't talk nonsense, just say whether you dare or not."

"sure."

"If I do, you get on your knees and shine my shoes."

"no problem."

"If the game is over and you can't even do it, you will be my daughter's horse."

"Riding a horse?"

Tang Zhenglong showed a flirtatious smile, and Simnich was angry, "My daughter is five years old, she means that kind of horse."

Tang Zhenglong regained his composure, "Sure, we think the same thing."

After making a bet with Simnich, Tang Zhenglong immediately ran back and told his teammates, asking them to pass the ball to him, unexpectedly...

These beasts laughed louder than their opponents.

"Hahaha, Don, you are too humorous."

"Don is always like this and brings us a lot of joy."

"Yeah, that's why we like Don."

"He always wanted to compete with Tyson in boxing, Jordan in basketball and Schultz in football."

Tang Zhenglong couldn't bear it anymore, he slapped Schultz on the back of the head.

"Can you compare with Jordan?"

"Hahaha."

Podolski said with a smile: "Why does it have to be a header? I think you are actually very good at grabbing points in other ways."

"No, I have to set a rule for the Germans. If anyone dares to laugh at me for being short in the future, I will whip him."

"Hahaha."

These beasts laughed again, Tang Zhenglong suddenly understood Kong Yiji, and these teammates were those boring drinkers.

*****
"I'm so mad, system, give me a header skill."

"No problem, I recommend Vieri's header."

Vieri, Italy's air master, that header is really domineering and powerful, especially in the 2002 World Cup, when Vieri forced the Ecuadorian defender, it was like an adult hitting a primary school student.

"I like!"

"exchange."

"Master, the balance is insufficient."

"how is this possible?"

"Vieri's header costs 500 points, you only have 200 now."

shocked.

"What about the cheaper one, Klose's?"

"It's also 500."

"I found that your things are getting more and more expensive. You don't know how to speculate in real estate part-time?"

"Master, you are so humorous."

"Is there any skill with 200 points, but the header is good."

The system looked at it, "Yes."

"Schulz's header."

bang.

bang.

Tang Zhenglong was struck by lightning.

"Schultz? Matthias Schulz? Just my teammate Schulz?"

"correct."

Tang Zhenglong cried and said, "System, you are so fucking funny."

"This skill, you pay 200..."

"You don't need it either?"

"Then I will use it!"

"cut."

"System, really help me, I was so arrogant just now, everyone laughed at me, I'm not a wallflower."

"Well, there is a skill that you may be able to use, and it only needs 100 points."

"Great."

"Tang Zhenglong took a look, it was delayed in the air."

Understood.

A header is divided into three parts, bounce, stay in the air, and overhead.

It means that the system sells the skills to itself separately, the bounce and the head are on its own, and you can open and hang in the air.

"It's a little weak."

Tang Zhenglong estimated that there was a gap of 15 centimeters between himself and Simnich. Can he make up for a little more time in the air?
"Master, you are so poor, don't pick and choose."

sweat.

"Ok."

"exchange."

*****
Cologne won a free kick. Tang Zhenglong greeted everyone and passed the ball to his head.

"Cooperate a bit, and invite everyone to drink after the game."

"It's settled, whether to go to a nightclub to drink, or buy beer from the supermarket."

"This……"

"Nightclub."

"It's okay, it's an expensive nightclub, or a cheap one."

"Dear."

"Say yes..."

"Talk about your size." Tang Zhenglong patted Schultz, "I also scored goals for the team. Do you have any collective spirit, or you can just join Hertha Berlin."

Schultz was a little ashamed when he was said, but then he thought, no, what right does Tang Zhenglong have to say about me!

The ball was sent out, Tang Zhenglong was scrambling for a position, and Simnich jumped at the same time as him.

"Haha."

There was no suspense, Tang Zhenglong only reached Simnic's shoulder in the air.

"I knew I would win, but I didn't expect it to be easy."

"Haha."

But to his surprise, he soon found that Tang Zhenglong's ability to stay in the air seemed abnormal, or supernormal. It felt like watching Jordan jump from the free throw line to dunk, and time stood still.

"Let's go."

In the air, Simnic had no choice but to watch Tang Zhenglong complete the header.

The ball hit the goal hard.

"Oh my god, Don did the header, he was in the air like a basketball player."

GOOOOOOAL!

"He really did."

The most surprising thing was Cologne's own people.

"Don lived up to his bragging rights once again."

"Don't doubt Tang, he is a legend."

"Wake up."

Simnic was confused, how could this be possible?
Although he couldn't understand it, it happened in front of his eyes. He was crushed by a 1 meter man.

"Hahaha, please call me Little Chinese Giant."

Tang Zhenglong extended his right foot.

"what?"

"Help me shine my shoes."

Simnich was very upset, how could such a thing happen, "Have you ever practiced Kung Fu?"

"correct."

"No wonder."

"Don't talk nonsense, shine your shoes."

Simnich emphasized, "I pay homage to Chinese Kung Fu by shining your shoes, but I have no respect for you."

I'll go for it.

Forget it, it's always good to be able to subdue the big man.

(End of this chapter)