big mouth ball king

Chapter 314 Dancing Samba Like Ronaldinho

After the start of the second half, Tang Zhenglong took the ball and booed wildly at home. This was the first time in Benfica's [-]-year history that the mascot was beaten. How could this be tolerated?
Fortunately, Tang Zhenglong didn't take much of the ball, basically he meant it, and he passed the ball out of the way.

Tang Zhenglong was upset, so he entered the system and checked. Anyway, he has a lot of big mouths, so he just spent more time, and opened a super trick, such as "play like Gued Muller", "play gracefully like Rui Costa", beat the opponent to the ground, I don't see if you still boo me.

"System, let's use Gadmüller's skill, I like that feeling."

"Sorry, sold out."

"..."

"Is this still out of stock?"

"Everything is limited."

"Okay, just Rui Costa, don't tell me it's out of stock."

"Master, I'm sorry, it's really out of stock."

Tang Zhenglong understood that this dead system was intentional. When he had a big mouth, he deliberately didn't sell his skills. He just waited until he was poor to use those super tricky skills to seduce himself, forcing himself to do tasks without integrity.

"System, you can't be so wretched. I have worked hard to earn these big mouth points. I don't care how I want to spend them. Why don't you sell me?"

"Master, your idea is very obscene, I really didn't mean it, it's out of stock."

"Damn it, you still call me obscene?"

When Tang Zhenglong was sweating profusely, the system said: "Master, you can draw a lottery, once for 100 points, and the skills of the lottery are not limited. If you can draw Gaide Muller, then it is a profit."

"Hahaha, you think I'm an idiot, how can there be such a good thing."

"Tell me, what's the trick?"

"There is no trick, but there is a condition, that is, the skills you have drawn must be used and cannot be given up."

"This...is all football skills?"

"of course."

"No weird skills, right? Like taking off your pants in public."

"impossible."

"Impossible?" Tang Zhenglong sneered. He has been bound to the system for so long, and he has done so many unscrupulous things. What is impossible?
"Master, do you smoke or not? Most of them are good things."

"What about the small part?"

"It's also a good thing, maybe it's not that practical."

"Okay, let's smoke."

I saw that Dazui lost 100 points, and then the turntable in the system was slowly turning until it finally stopped. Tang Zhenglong almost jumped up when he saw it.

"Xiao Luo, Xiao Luo."

"Great, the system won't lie to me."

"Hahaha."

"Master, can you have fun after watching it?"

"Oh."

Tang Zhenglong only saw the word Xiao Luo, so he continued to read.

"Dance the samba like Ronaldinho."

Tang Zhenglong was stunned.

"What does this mean? Is it a goal skill, and the samba dance is added after the goal?"

"Master, you think too much, this is actually a dance skill."

Boom! !
It was like a thunderbolt from the blue.

Tang Zhenglong wanted to cry but had no tears. He spent 100 Dazui points and got a dance skill?
And the worst thing is that this skill still has to be used.

"System, you are really cheating without limits."

"Master, it's very fun. Don't you think samba and football go well together?"

"It's a good fit, the kind that fits on your head."

But Tang Zhenglong had no other choice. His idea was that when Benfica was attacking and the camera was filming the Cologne half, he went to Benfica's half and danced secretly to consume his skills. It was best not to be caught by the camera, otherwise it would be really embarrassing.

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The score of 1 to 1 is still not reliable for Benfica. Santos is not a conservative coach. As a coach who aspires to win the championship, he naturally wants to firmly control his destiny in his own hands, so his team must continue to score goals.

Benfica played against Cologne at the beginning of the second half. More than 80% of the ball stayed in Cologne's defensive third zone. Except for Tang Zhenglong, all Cologne players came back to help defend.

The Benfica midfielder passed the ball into the penalty area again and again, and the two forwards are also trying to seize the opportunity, but they have not yet found a chance to score.

Tang Zhenglong quietly moved to the side of Benfica's penalty area. The goalkeeper looked at him, but he didn't take him seriously at first, but slowly found that Tang Zhenglong seemed to be writhing.

"What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

What happened next stunned the goalkeeper. He saw Tang Zhenglong dancing, still dancing samba.

"Hahaha."

The thing that Tang Zhenglong was most worried about happened, the camera actually came over, and at this time Tang Zhenglong's skills had already been activated, that is to say, it was impossible to stop.

"Don, what are you doing?"

Stevens growled.

But Tang Zhenglong couldn't stop, he could only finish the dance.

David Luis is a Brazilian. He has seen people dance samba since he was a child, and he knows a little bit of it himself. He was dumbfounded. Tang Zhenglong's samba dance is too professional.

"This guy is simply Brazilian, look at that twisted body, that little expression."

"Haha."

After 2 minutes, Tang Zhenglong finally finished dancing, but his face was also humiliated.

The commentator laughed, "Tang actually danced the samba in the opponent's half, and it seemed to be dancing well."

"Hahaha, we will never understand the world about Tang Zhenglong, but I don't think there is anything strange about it."

Louis leaned over, "Don, did you live in Brazil when you were young? Your samba dance is really professional."

"No, my idol is Ronaldinho. I taught myself by watching TV."

"No wonder, I said why you look like Ronaldinho. You are a genius. Not only can you fight eagles, but you can also dance samba."

sweat.

"It's definitely not a compliment to me."

Stevens grabbed Tang Zhenglong's neck, "The team is so difficult now, I can accept that you don't participate in the defense, but what are you? Are you fucking Brazilian?"

"Even if you're Brazilian, you can't dance on the court."

Tang Zhenglong panicked, "Head, I want the opponent to mistakenly think that my skills are as good as Ronaldinho. In this way, the opponent will be afraid of me. Isn't it interesting?"

"interesting?"

"Funny about your size."

"Don't let this happen again, or I'll replace you right away."

Tang Zhenglong nodded, hoping that the system would stop fooling him, it really couldn't afford to hurt him, this time he cheated more than Mamadona, it was like spending 100 mouth points in exchange for humiliating himself.

At this moment, Benfica got a free kick, and everyone shouted Tang Zhenglong, "Tang, go and lie behind the wall."

"Why do you want me to lie behind the human wall? Although I invented this, I don't have the patent right, so you can lie down too."

But Tang Zhenglong was dragged back.

(End of this chapter)