big mouth ball king

Chapter 517
"Chasing... girls?"

"Why do you think I'm better at this?"

Lescott chuckled and thought, "Isn't this obvious?"

"Don, please teach me."

"As long as you teach me to chase girls, then I will listen to you in everything."

"Joe Leon...you..."

Tang Zhenglong thought for a while, for the sake of the mission, he should teach him.

"Okay, I'll teach you some theory first, and we'll go out for actual combat later in the evening."

"it is good."

*****
Go to Linda's room.

"Linda, do you have that kind of friend who is good-looking but not very smart?"

Linda glared at Tang Zhenglong.

"Get out of here!"

"..."

Tang Zhenglong knew that Linda had misunderstood.

"It's not what you think, listen to me."

Tang Zhenglong explained, except for system tasks.

"I think Qiao Leon's status in the team is not high, far inferior to yours, why are you trying to curry favor with him?"

"Everyone is teammates, you know, I am a very good person."

Linda rolled her eyes.

"Don't tell the truth, right? Then I won't help you."

Tang Zhenglong had no choice but to start making up.

"I knew you made a bet."

"Yes, if I can assist Joleon to score, then I can get £1000."

Howard's lesson from last time is vivid in his mind, this time Tang Zhenglong must pay attention to the amount when talking nonsense.

"one thousand?"

"correct."

"Impossible, you are so greedy for money, how can such a small amount of money move you, I guess more than one hundred thousand pounds."

"..."

"Why don't you die." Tang Zhenglong thought to himself.

"Absolutely not, I admit, ten thousand pounds."

Linda showed a disappointed expression.

"Well, I want to share five thousand."

"I knew it!"

Tang Zhenglong's heart was bleeding.

"Why does this happen all the time recently? Can't people be more simple?"

"Can you have less?"

"Okay, then you can find someone else."

sweat.

"Okay, five thousand is five thousand."

"System, I found that the recent missions are all spending my money, cheating!"

"Master, you can earn hundreds of thousands of dollars just by shooting an advertisement, let's drizzle."

"Maunima's!"

*****
Tang Zhenglong introduced a temporary girlfriend to Lescott. This guy confessed to Tang Zhenglong like a grandfather, and it didn't matter if he was asked to kneel down.

Soon the weekend game against Chelsea will begin.

"Joe Leon, you have to rush forward for every corner kick and free kick. I will pass the ball to you. You must score, otherwise I will be sorry for our special training."

"Okay, master."

For Chelsea, the focus has completely shifted to the Champions League. The team has reached the semi-finals, and the opponent is Liverpool. Grant dreams of touching the Champions League trophy. In that case, he will definitely be able to impress Abramovich and stay at Chelsea to continue coaching.

After the opening, Chelsea shamelessly set up the bus at Goodison Park.

"Chelsea put the bus in front of us?"

It feels like the Brazilian team met the Chinese team in previous years, and the Chinese team held down Brazil to play, which is too weird.

That's how it is on the pitch.

"David, as I said earlier, Chelsea's focus is already on the Champions League. Anyway, winning the league is no longer their share."

"I still can't believe it, Chelsea are usually very proud."

Everton gets a free kick and Lescott runs forward immediately.

Everton wins a corner and Lescott runs straight forward.

The most bizarre thing is that even Everton counterattacked, and Lescott also ran forward.

Those who didn't know thought it was Italian defender Materazzi with a knife.

"What happened to Joe Leon? Who allowed him to attack? You are not Materazzi."

"I suspect it has something to do with Tang Zhenglong, David, have you noticed that Joe Leon and Tang Zhenglong often train together recently."

Moyes nodded.

"It seems so."

"When Tang Zhenglong comes to the sidelines to sneak a sports drink later, grab him and ask."

"Ok."

Soon Tang Zhenglong really appeared, but he was drinking coffee secretly.

"Don!"

Tang Zhenglong was taken aback, "I bought this with my own money, not a public property."

"It doesn't matter, let me ask you what's going on with Joleon?"

"What's the matter?"

"He hasn't scored a goal in two years, why is he so fond of offense recently?"

Tang Zhenglong smiled and said: "Boss, everyone has dreams, and Qiao Leon may have suddenly remembered his childhood dream."

"Really? Why do I think it's not that complicated? Does this matter have anything to do with you?"

"Tell me, what happened?"

Tang Zhenglong was dying of sweat, why didn't he let himself go?Linda is, Moyes is still, I just want to do the task in a normal way.

"Well, I admit, it's all about women."

Tang Zhenglong started making things up.

"What woman?"

"Joe Leon felt that only a striker would be worshiped by thousands of female fans, so he wanted to score goals, and of course I was the best scorer in the entire Premier League, so he asked me to teach him how to score goals."

It makes sense, Moyes believed, that these players are animals with excess hormones.

"Okay, the nonsense is over here, Joleon is not Materazzi, he doesn't have a good sense of scoring, I have to put him in the defense."

"do not!!"

"And why are you?"

"Boss, Qiao Leon finally had some dreams, even salted fish have dreams, can you not hit him?"

Moyes squinted at Tang Zhenglong.

"Who are you betting against?"

boom! ! !
Tang Zhenglong is like a thunderbolt, and I'm not Chow Yun-fat. Is it possible that I look like the God of Gamblers?
"Tell me, how much to bet?"

Tang Zhenglong hehe.

Hey.

Hey.

"Ten thousand."

"Okay, I want five thousand."

puff.

Tang Zhenglong almost vomited blood.

"Boss, you can't do this."

"is it?"

Tang Zhenglong estimated that he could only pay for it.

"Okay, no problem, five thousand is five thousand."

I have already spent [-] pounds for a task, woo woo woo.

"Lescott, you can give me a little confidence, or you will never find a woman in your life."

******
"Everton win another free kick."

"Chelsea is too conservative. Even if it is for the Champions League, they should not give up the league completely. I want to get one point, and Grant is satisfied."

Grant's goal was indeed a point.

Tang Zhenglong ran over to take the corner kick himself. He stretched out four fingers, and Everton was stunned.

"What is Tang Zhenglong doing?"

"That's right, what does Tactic Four mean?"

"I remember we didn't have a No. [-] tactic."

Chelsea didn't know that Tang Zhenglong's gestures were fooling around. In fact, he just wanted to confuse his opponent, and his real goal was to pass the ball to Lescott.

(End of this chapter)