big mouth ball king

Chapter 331 Language is very important

"Hi everyone, I'm Torsten Frings."

Tang Zhenglong shook his head and found that he didn't learn well.

"Hi everyone, I'm Milo Klose."

"Haha, kind of like that."

Frings noticed that Tang Zhenglong seemed to be chanting something, so he pricked up his ears to listen.

"Hi everyone, I'm Milo."

"Asshole, what are you doing, are you cursing our players?"

"Of course not, I'm practicing German, everyone, I'm Torsten Frings."

Frings said with a dark face, "You are a good Chinese, why are you so good at German?"

"Because I'm smart."

Frings found that Tang Zhenglong's German was smoother than the Germans when they quarreled, which is really weird.

Soon, Bremen launched a quick attack, and the German full-back Owomoyela made a cross after breaking through from the wing.

Cologne's defender turned his head and looked, no, Bremen's offensive players are all in place, and Diego can shoot directly from the front point.

Suddenly, Diego heard someone calling behind him, "Diego, leave it to me."

The voice was very familiar, it belonged to teammate Klose, so Diego passed the ball.

"What is Diego doing? He has no teammates behind him."

Diego turned his head and saw that he was also stupid. Klose was at the far end, which meant that it was impossible for Klose to call him just now.

Frings and Bowman ran over, "What's wrong with you, why don't you hit the ball yourself?"

"I heard Milo yelling at me behind me to pass the ball."

"Milo?"

"impossible."

Frings pointed to Klose over there, "It's so far away, how could I hear it."

Diego scratched his head, "Maybe I'm a foreigner, and I'm still not familiar with German. I must have misheard."

As soon as these words came out, Frings immediately turned his head to look at Tang Zhenglong, and smiled: "I know what's going on."

"Don, did you yell just now?"

Tang Zhenglong pretended to be stupid, "What? I don't know what you mean?"

"It was you shouting behind Diego that he conceded the ball."

Bowman said angrily, "You did it again."

"Don't talk nonsense, do you have evidence?"

"Evidence? Then tell me again, Diego, give me the ball."

"Why should I listen to you?"

Diego understood a little bit, "Yes, that's the voice."

Frings said with a smile: "You don't need to tell me. I will tell the whole team. In the future, if someone shouts behind me, I will say it after seeing clearly, in case that person is Tang Zhenglong."

Tang Zhenglong was upset, "Hehe, he is a Brazilian, can he tell whose German it is? You are very funny."

"Don't worry, I'll know after watching the video after the game."

As soon as this remark came out, Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded. He was the one who yelled just now. When he saw Diego about to shoot, he had an idea and shouted: "Diego, miss the ball." He also deliberately imitated Klose's accent.

"What? Are you stupid?"

"Hehe, it doesn't matter, anyway, I didn't do this thing."

At this moment Klose ran over, "What happened."

Frings explained the matter, "In the future, when I hear my teammates shouting, I will take a look before talking, lest it is Tang Zhenglong."

Klose Khan, can you still do this?

Cologne attacked, and a curve ball from the side was passed into the penalty area. Naldo was about to jump up, when someone behind him shouted: "Leave it to me, I'm Frings."

After Naldo pushed the ball out, he looked at Tang Zhenglong viciously.

Tang Zhenglong covered his stomach and laughed. This trick can't deceive anyone, but it can also disgust the opponent.

Soon, Frings was also conspired by Tang Zhenglong. He suddenly heard the voice of "Bowman" when he quickly returned to the defense for a tackle, "Don't tackle the tackle."

"Bowman?"

If it is Tang Zhenglong, this is too much alike.

But it turned out to be Tang Zhenglong in the end.

"That bastard actually learned your voice."

"What should I do? Can I complain to the referee?"

"There should be no way. That bastard's biggest skill is to take advantage of loopholes in the rules, and what he likes to say most is that I am a foreigner."

puff! !

"Germany protects foreigners too much, otherwise I would have beaten him."

"Me too!"

"Don, why do you have so many accents." Podolski shouted.

"Because I didn't have many friends when I first came to Germany. I just watched TV every day and learned a lot of German words."

sweat.

"So that's how you learned German."

"Hehe, I'm smart."

Tang Zhenglong began to imitate Podolski's accent, "I'm Lucas, and I'm Tang Zhenglong's younger brother."

"roll."

Turning his head, Podolski gave a chuckle, and he really looked alike.

"I'm Matthias, and I can't find a girlfriend."

Podolski said angrily: "Don't learn from your teammates."

"Haha."

Soon, Werder Bremen's attack came back, this time in the middle of the attack, Frings' through ball, Diego squeezed into the penalty area to protect the ball, but he didn't have a chance to shoot, and Klose's chance was super good.

Klose yelled: "Diego, give it to me."

"give me."

Diego was furious in his heart, "Tang Zhenglong, you think I'm an idiot, you're here to lie to me again."

So he forced a shot and the ball went flying!

At this time, Klose, who has always been gentle and gentle, suddenly rushed in front of Diego, "What's the matter with you, I let you pass the ball, and there is no defense on my side."

Diego was dumbfounded, "You really want the ball?"

"Don't let it!!"

"I thought it was Tang Zhenglong again."

Klose pointed to Tang Zhenglong, "He is in our half."

"I'm sorry, I really can't tell whether it's your voice or Tang Zhenglong's lying to me."

Klose almost died of sweat.

Frings also ran over, "This problem must be solved, otherwise we will not be able to play football."

"How to solve it? The referee doesn't care?"

Frings thought for a while, "Well, for example, Tang Zhenglong is behind me, and Diego is behind Tang Zhenglong, then remind me."

Klose thought about it, and that was the only way to go.

After a while, Tang Zhenglong came back again, jogging with Frings, only to hear the Bremen players shout together: "Torsten, pay attention, Tang Zhenglong is behind you."

With this shout, Tang Zhenglong's whole body tensed up.

"Haha, you can't play tricks now, can you?"

"You are bullying people."

Tang Zhenglong ran behind Klose again.

"Milo, Tang Zhenglong is beside you."

"Okay, got it."

"This is discrimination. I want to find a referee. I am a foreigner."

puff!
Tang Zhenglong found Schultz, "Matia, I have been found out, now it's up to you, imitate Klose's accent and I will listen."

"Okay, I'm Milo."

Tang Zhenglong almost died of sweat.

"Matthia, have you ever read? Why is your German so bad?"

Schultz felt that his life had been insulted by Tang Zhenglong, a Chinese who questioned his German ability.

"Tang, I won't play with you anymore, you can imitate yourself."

(End of this chapter)