big mouth ball king

Chapter 737
Clara, Camille is a member of the Lyon supporters organization.

In France, women are very tough, and France is also one of the first countries where feminism emerged.

Clara and Camille usually organize activities for Lyon fans, go to the stadium to cheer for the team, but this time they plan to teach Real Madrid a lesson.

"Camille, is everyone here?"

"A dozen or so came."

"It's almost time, turn off the lights."

Turn off the lights and turn on the slide projector.

A mug shot appeared on the big screen.

Clara pointed to the headshot with a laser pointer, "This man is Tang Zhenglong, a bastard from Real Madrid. He despised Lyon before the game. I'm going to show him some color."

"What are you going to do?"

Clara smiled and continued: "Football players are beasts. We have so many beauties, so of course it's a trap."

"..."

"And this time not only to teach the bastard, but also to teach other Real Madrid players."

"Okay, listen to you, but don't break the law."

"Don't worry, I will legally embarrass Real Madrid players in Lyon."

******
The bus drove into the hotel, and Real Madrid players got off the bus one after another.

At this time, there was a noise from the side.

"Real Madrid, I love you."

"Tang Zhenglong, I love you."

As a player of Real Madrid, it is the most common thing to be sought after away from home.

Players walk over to sign autographs for fans.

Clara took the opportunity to approach Tang Zhenglong.

"I didn't bring a poster, can you sign it on my clothes."

Tang Zhenglong saw that this girl must be named "You Rong", which is too big.

"Hehe, this is not very good."

"What's wrong with that? This is France."

What do you mean by that?Is it possible to mess around in France?

"Well, you turn around, and I will sign behind your back."

Clara was taken aback for a moment, she didn't expect Tang Zhenglong to be so vigilant.

"The back of the sign? Why? I still think it's signed on my..."

Tang Zhenglong said righteously: "I'm from China, and I'm a very traditional person. You'd better turn around."

Clara had no choice but to turn around.

After the signing, the teammates gathered together, and of course they saw what happened just now.

"Haha, prudish."

Tang Zhenglong smiled and said: "What do you beasts know? That girl clearly wants to dance like a fairy. As long as I touch her headlights, it will definitely be in the newspaper tomorrow."

"Hehe, Tang, you are so cautious."

"Learn from me, so that you don't get sold out and count the money foolishly."

Marcelo was taken aback.

"Why are you talking to me?"

"Because you are the stupidest."

puff.

Hahaha.

*****
Clara, Camille and the others got together.

"I didn't expect that guy to be so tricky, just don't touch me."

"Didn't you say that the players are all brainless beasts, and they become mentally retarded when they see beautiful women."

Clara said bitterly: "How did I know he was so cunning."

"What should I do?"

"I ask you, among those people in Real Madrid, who looks stupider?"

Everyone thought about it and unanimously elected Marcelo.

"I think so too. That curly hair looks very innocent at first glance, completely different from Tang Zhenglong."

"Then what do you mean?"

"Real Madrid has a training session in the afternoon, let's watch it again, this time the goal is curly hair."

Everyone showed a smirk, as if they had already succeeded.

******
Marcelo dunks the ball to his left foot, then pushes it to his right foot, alternately dribbling the ball with his left and right feet, which is the most common warm-up action.

Tang Zhenglong leaned over.

"What's wrong? Is there something on your mind?"

"Don, am I really stupid?"

Tang Zhenglong chuckled and patted Marcelo on the shoulder.

"Of course not, you are pure and beautiful like me."

"Are you praising me or scolding me?"

puff.

"Don, can you teach me some experience."

"What experience?"

"For example, read a girl's mind, don't be fooled."

Tang Zhenglong pointed to the female fans beside him.

"Do you know what they're thinking?"

"what?"

"Effenberg in Germany said that young girls want to change their destiny through stars, so there is no real love."

"Really? I thought they really liked me."

puff.

"Marcelo, you are so simple."

"Okay, then I'll tell you how to deal with these female fans."

*****
End of training, fan interaction time.

Clara, Camille shouted at Marcelo, "Superstar, superstar..."

As soon as someone called Superstar, Tang Zhenglong walked over.

"The superstar is here."

Clara was taken aback.

This guy is not only cunning, but also shameless, the superstar is calling you?
"My name is Marcelo."

"Tch, then what are you calling a superstar?"

Clara rolled her eyes.

The girls surround Marcelo.

"You are so strong, little Brazilian tiger."

Marcelo was just about to be happy when he suddenly remembered Tang Zhenglong's teaching just now - if a girl praises you, then she must have no good intentions.

"Hehe, hello, do you need an autograph?"

"No, we need you, little Brazilian tiger, have you ever had a French girlfriend?"

"No."

"That's just right, I haven't had a Brazilian boyfriend either."

Marcelo's mind is confused, but Tang Zhenglong taught him a nirvana. If he really can't stand it, he can call Tang Zhenglong.

"Hehe, that's good, I can introduce you to a Brazilian."

"Who?"

Marcelo pointed to Tang Zhenglong.

"he!!"

The girls froze.

"Don't be kidding, he is Chinese, we all know it."

Tang Zhenglong said with a smile; "Actually, I have one-sixteenth of Brazilian blood."

puff! !

Clara patted Marcelo, "I like pure ones."

The women were about to attack, and Clara and Camille hugged Marcelo, rubbing and rubbing, while someone next to him was holding a camera and was about to take a picture.

"Damn it, the Overlord bows hard?"

Click.

At the same time as the shutter was pressed, Tang Zhenglong stretched out his hand to block it.

"Why are you blocking me?"

"Don't take pictures randomly, this is the portrait right of Real Madrid."

"Leave me alone."

The girl was ready to shoot again, and Tang Zhenglong took the first block again.

"Fuck, your hands are so fast."

I shoot.

I block.

I shoot.

I block.

The girl surrendered, and Tang Zhenglong was like Avalokiteshvara.

"Curly hair, you can touch what you want, kiss what you want, and I will block this side, so I can't take pictures."

Clara, Camille froze.

Just touch it?Kiss as you should, is this still a human language?

Marcelo put on a face—then I'm not welcome.

"Haha."

"roll!!"

Clara, Camille pushes Marcelo away.

"Sisters, let's go."

"Haha, fight with me!"

******
Clara, Camille examines the photos carefully.

"Damn, none of them are usable. Is he the Flash? His hands are so fast, why doesn't he become a goalkeeper?"

"He received a red card for making a save in the group stage and has just been lifted."

Clara vomited blood.

"We went online to appeal to French women to boycott Tang Zhenglong. If French girls associate with Tang Zhenglong, they are our enemies."

(End of this chapter)