big mouth ball king

Chapter 836
The halftime whistle blew.

The Chinese team led 1-0.

"Will this be a miracle for the Chinese team?" Duan Xuan laughed.

Players from both sides returned to the locker room.

Han Peng leaned over.

"Brother Long, I checked just now, and the odds of the Chinese team winning against Brazil have risen to [-] to [-]."

"Isn't it already over?"

"Black market in Asia."

"Damn, you still understand this?"

Han Peng's face darkened.

That is to say, the possibility of the Chinese team defeating the Brazilian team has been greatly enhanced.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, what I have in my hand is twenty for one."

The teammate laughed and said, "Tang, if you really win the lottery, then buy us a car for each of us."

"Haha, no problem, how is Giant?"

Everyone's face was dark.

"bike?"

"Why not?"

"Of course it's a car."

"Gold Cup?"

puff! !

"The last time I want an Audi."

Tang Zhenglong's face was dark.

"It seems that all of you want to get rich as soon as possible."

"Hahaha."

At this moment Zhu Guanghu walked in.

"what's the topic?"

Someone rushed to answer: "Tang Zhenglong said that he bought each of us a BMW."

"..."

"Hehe, that's great, but I don't want a BMW."

"Then what do you want?"

"I want a sports car, like a Lamborghini."

Tang Zhenglong almost passed out.

This is cruel! !

"Okay, no kidding, it's only half a game, and we are still a thousand miles away from victory! The opponent is five-star Brazil, and it may explode at any time."

Everyone nodded, that's right, the Brazilian team scored two goals in the half, it doesn't seem to be difficult.

At this time Tang Zhenglong raised his hand.

"Boss, can I go out and let the wind go?"

"Let the wind go?" Zhu Guanghu was stunned. Is this what the players should say?

"I'm not familiar with the place here, where do you want to go?"

"I want to go get something to eat."

"..."

"It's like this. I just passed the vending machine and saw some good snacks."

Li Tie is the stupidest one.

"Don, are you kidding me? Going to eat during the intermission?"

"No kidding."

Everyone looked at each other.

"Is this a feature of European football?"

"Boss, I usually go out to let the wind go out during the intermission, and the second half will be stronger."

This is a threat.

Zhu Guanghu said angrily: "That is to say, if I don't let you go, your performance in the second half will be much worse?"

"..."

"It's possible."

Zhu Guanghu looked at his watch.

"Go ahead, but don't make trouble."

"Ok."

*******
"Tang Zhenglong."

I knew it was Claudia just by the voice.

"Why are you here?"

"I should ask you this."

"You have Coke in your left hand and French fries in your right hand. Do you still look like a professional player?"

"Ha ha."

"You know, I have a phobia of confined spaces, and it's uncomfortable to stay in a small space. I'll come out to get some air."

"That's right for my interview."

"Interview? What benefits do I have?"

Claudia smiled and said, "Don, have you ever been passionate on the court?"

"No."

Tang Zhenglong blushed.

"This is the World Cup stadium, I think the passion here will be of great commemorative value?"

Tang Zhenglong nodded.

"Sure, great memories."

"Shall we find a place?"

"Okay."

Tang Zhenglong's heart was pounding.

Tang Zhenglong fights the World Cup, version 2.0, hahaha.

******
dumbfounded.

"Is this what you mean by passion?"

"That's right."

Tang Zhenglong shook his head, expressing that he didn't want to.

It turned out that what Claudia said about passion was somewhat different from Tang Zhenglong's understanding. What Claudia meant was similar to truth or dare.

"I don't want to knock on Brazil's door."

"In no mood!!"

"very interesting."

"Funny Nima!!!"

Tang Zhenglong was just about to run when Claudia knocked on the door.

"Tang Zhenglong asked me to knock on the door."

Tang Zhenglong was stunned.

The Brazilian players are on fire, which is great.

Melo and Marcelo are on one side, supporting Tang Zhenglong.

"Claudia, you bitch, you lied to me."

"Hey, Tang, you bastard, you still think of beautiful things!! You think of that kind of passion, right?"

"..."

"let me go."

******
Dun Jia waved his hand, signaling to release Tang Zhenglong.

"Please sit down."

Tang Zhenglong sat down.

"Let's have an academic exchange."

"What academic exchange?"

"You give us ideas on how to break the dense defense of the Chinese team, and we will pay for it."

"how much is it?"

"One message, 100 euros."

puff.

"I'm not short of money."

"What about 100 billion for that piece of news?"

"Hehe, if you sell your Brazil, it won't be 100 billion."

The Brazilian players glared.

"Boss, can I apply to beat him up, I really can't help it." Melo laughed.

Hahaha.

"Why don't you let him pick up the soap?"

puff!
Tang Zhenglong's face was dark.

"Melo, have you ever been in prison and have such a habit?"

"Hahaha."

Dun Jia patted Tang Zhenglong on the shoulder.

"This is the World Cup, we must be polite to the players of the Chinese team, Melo, Marcelo, you two send off Tang Zhenglong, make sure to be photographed by reporters."

As soon as these words came out, Tang Zhenglong's whole body was shocked.

Photographed by reporters?
Then you are not a traitor?

Guatian Li Xia, who came to the Brazil locker room during the intermission and was politely sent out, so who can say clearly?
Tang Zhenglong chuckled, "I have my own feet, so I can walk by myself."

"How can that be? A superstar like you comes to the locker room of our Brazil team. We must send you out, and the whole team should send you out."

"Come on, stand up, let's send Tang Zhenglong off."

……

Tang Zhenglong's face smelled terrible.

"Well, let's talk, there should be a compromise solution, right?"

"Yes." Dunga said with a smile: "Give me a note, how can I break the dense defense of the Chinese team?"

"One is enough?"

"Yes, one will do."

Tang Zhenglong thought about it.

"Actually, it's easy to score goals."

"Say."

"Go up yourself!"

"What do you mean?"

Dunga himself was once a Brazil international and represented Brazil in the 1994 World Cup.

"The current Brazilian team is so rotten. I think it's like this. You go on your own, and then bring back Ronaldinho, Bebeto, and Romario. Although Romario has retired, he must be better than Fabiano."

Tang Zhenglong pointed to Melo.

"You must be better than Melo as a midfielder, right?"

Melo clenched his fists.

"Coach, I can't take it anymore."

"Then don't bear it, beat me up."

Dunga saw that something was wrong, and the crowd was excited.

If the Brazilian players really beat Tang Zhenglong up, it will be troublesome.

"Go, go, go!!"

"Hey, aren't you going to send me off?"

Dunga's eyes were burning.

"roll!!"

Deng Jia opened the door and pushed Tang Zhenglong out.

"Don't let me see you again."

"Haha."

(End of this chapter)