big mouth ball king

Chapter 775
in the locker room.

Teammates and Ibrahimovic are like two magnets of the same pole, repelling each other.

"Have you had enough trouble?"

"That's Tang Zhenglong's nonsense. You can do what he says? I really like women."

"..."

"But we really haven't met your girlfriend. Even if you don't want the reporter to know, we're fine, right?"

"..."

"Can't I keep a low profile?"

Teammates looked at each other.

"Okay! I'll go to Tang Zhenglong now and explain it to you guys."

******
"Tang Zhenglong, stop!!!"

Tang Zhenglong was shopping in front of the vending machine.

"Zlatan...what?"

"Come with me."

Tang Zhenglong shook off Ibrahimovic's hand.

"Don't talk about it, I'm different from you."

Ibrahimovic was half dead.

"Because of your nonsense, now the whole team thinks that I like men, and they all reject and isolate me."

"Hehe, that's not very good."

"Good for you."

"You have to explain it to me today."

"I'm not going."

Tang Zhenglong hugged the vending machine.

"Don't go."

******
"Tang Zhenglong, I'm here."

"It's against the law."

The Barcelona players saw that it was really Tang Zhenglong, so why not bully him quickly.

"How about a beating first?" Alves laughed.

"..."

"Then Barcelona will be banned for life, the whole team!!!"

"Hehe, there is no monitoring, and you love acting so much, I don't think anyone will believe it, haha."

Ibrahimovic patted Tang Zhenglong, "Stop making trouble, tell them, I like women."

Tang Zhenglong cleared his throat.

"Let me tell everyone, Zlatan actually likes women."

"Okay, I'm done, I can go."

The Barcelona players were stunned.

Ibrahimovic also felt that something was wrong.

"You swear first."

"Okay, I swear to the Barcelona team logo, if what I say is false, Barcelona will be destroyed."

puff.

"beat him!!"

"and many more."

"Then can I swear on the Real Madrid logo?"

"It's almost there."

"I swear to the logo of Real Madrid, if what I say is false, Real Madrid will go bankrupt."

Players, you look at me, I look at you, why do you still feel something is wrong?

"You are not a Spaniard, and Real Madrid's collapse seems to have nothing to do with you."

"Okay, I swear by my country, is this all right?"

"If what I say is false, South Korea will go bankrupt immediately."

This is cruel! !

"it's OK now."

Ibrahimovic was dumbfounded. His teammates might not be able to understand South Korea and China, but he knew it because he had seen this stalk before.

"Nimma's!!"

But at this time, Ibrahimovic couldn't say anything.

"Zlatan really likes women."

"Really?"

"Of course, I can make fun of Barcelona and Real Madrid, but I can't make fun of South Korea, can I?"

Barcelona players think about it too.

"Well, we believe you."

******
Five minutes later, Alves still felt something was wrong.

"Why do I always feel that something was weird just now?"

"what?"

"I can't say it, but it always feels wrong."

"Me too," Busquets said.

Suddenly someone shouted.

"That guy is not Korean."

"..."

Alves slapped his forehead.

"Yes! I remember he is Chinese."

"Depend on!"

"Zlatan, you are too thief to lie to us."

Ibrahimovic pretended to say: "Hehe, I can't tell who is who in Asian countries. I only know that they all look similar."

"That's it."

"That guy is a thief."

"Go, find him."

*****
"Don, why do you put the leg guards on your body?" Marcelo wondered.

Tang Zhenglong is just in case, if he encounters angry Barcelona players when he goes out later, he should wear some shin guards to defend himself.

"It's called personality."

"This is called stupidity."

"Fuck you, then why do you bring instant noodles on your head?"

Marcelo Khan died.

"My hair is naturally curly, so you put instant noodles on it."

Leaving the dressing room and meeting the Barcelona players head-on.

"What?" Ramos asked, standing up.

"It's none of your business, we're looking for Tang Zhenglong."

Tang Zhenglong hid at the back.

"Hehe, our Real Madrid is a whole, one prospers and one loses all."

As soon as the words fell, the Real Madrid players stepped out of the way.

"Nima!!"

"How can you do this?"

"Don, he's right. It seems that it's none of our business. We'll wait for you at the stadium first."

"return!!"

"Come back soon!!"

Barcelona players gathered around.

"We know it all, you lying Pinocchio, you are Chinese, not Korean."

Tang Zhenglong grinned and said, "I misunderstood, I actually have a quarter of Korean blood."

Alves took out his mobile phone, "Here is your information, your nationality is Chinese."

Tang Zhenglong showed a surprised expression.

"Wow, love crazy mobile phones, you are so trendy, it is very expensive to use such a popular mobile phone? I still use Nokia now."

"..."

"Can you let me see it?"

"Wow, this screen is so big, it must be fun to play games."

"Well, it's really good."

"Watching videos must also be very cool. I would like to have such a mobile phone in my dreams."

"Then buy it, you make so much money a year."

"Going off topic." Busquets interrupted the conversation between Tang Zhenglong and Alves.

"Tang Zhenglong, you insulted the IQ of Barcelona players, I want you to apologize."

"no problem."

The Barcelona players froze.

"So simple?"

I saw Tang Zhenglong bowed once, bowed twice, bowed three times, and his family members replied.

"..."

"What does this mean?"

"In our country, three bows is the most solemn apology ceremony."

"Really?"

"Of course, don't you think I'm being sincere?"

"No."

Harvey said, "Okay, let's go."

After Tang Zhenglong left, Alves was careful.

"I don't quite believe what this guy said, I'd better check."

"Ah."

After this investigation, the Barcelona players were furious. It turned out that in China, they bowed three times to the dead.

"Damn!! I was cheated by him again."

"This bastard, treat us like dead people."

"Go get him back."

"Forget it, let's talk after the game."

The Barcelona players are gnashing their teeth, it's too hateful. From now on, Tang Zhenglong will be the public enemy of Barcelona.

******
"Marcelo, you punched me."

"what?"

"I want to try the protection ability."

Marcelo punched.

"It doesn't hurt, hehe, it works."

Mom no longer has to worry about me being beaten.

At this time, the referee came over and pointed at Tang Zhenglong, "What are you?"

"Shin pads."

The referee froze.

"Do you have the leg guards with you?"

"Referee, it seems that there is no rule that does not allow shin guards to be worn?"

(End of this chapter)